The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste
A 80 years old couple were having problems remembering things, so they decided to go to their doctor to get checked out to make sure nothing was wrong with them.
When they arrived at the doctor's clinic, they explained to the doctor about the problems they were having with their memory.
After checking the couple out, the doctor told them that they were physically alright but might want to start writing things down and make notes to help them remember things.
The couple thanked the doctor and left. Later that night while watching TV, the old man got up from his chair and his wife asks, "Where are you going?"
He replied, "To the kitchen."
She asked, "Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"
He replied, "Sure."
She then asked him, "Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember what I just said?"
He said, "No, I can remember that."
"Well I also would like some strawberries on top. You had better write that down because I know you'll forget that." continued the old lady.
"I can remember that, you want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries." Irritated he was already.
Then she replied again, "Well I also would like whipped cream on top. I know you will forget that so you better write it down."
With irritation in his voice, he says, "I don't need to write that down I can remember that."
He then fumes into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes he returns from the kitchen and handed her a plate of bacon and eggs. She stared at the plate for a moment and said, "You forgot my toast."
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Monday, February 28, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Red House at Pasir Ris
Yesterday, my friends and I went to the Red House situated miles away from Downtown East.
From outside, I could already feel the strange vibes coming from the house. Spooky indeed. I was reluctant of entering at first but since the others had entered, I had no other choice.
Evil Twin: Why name it the Red House?
There are basically three conclusions to why it is being name as the Red House.
First Conclusion...
There was once a little girl who lost her way and decided to seek refuge at that house. Welcomed by the house owners, the little girl decided to stay on a little while longer.
She played with their children only to realize that they were too decent for her to play with.
Then the little girl went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher's knife. She ran towards the other children and hacked them to pieces.
Shocked, the house owners tried to contact the police but the lines were cut off. Frightened, they decided to lock themselves in their room for seven days and seven nights without food and water.
The little girl was still waiting outside their room. Second merged to become minutes and minutes merged to become hours. Then the little girl realized it has been months.
She could not wait any longer. She hacked the door down.
The little girl was shocked to see that the house owners had decomposed. Frightened, she ran out of the house and screamed for help.
Feeling guilty, she decided to hack herself to death.
Thus, Red House.
Second Conclusion...
Back then, there was a farmer who lived there with his wife and son. They like to rear cows and cattles even though they know that they only had a very small garden.
Those cows and cattles had such little space to move around. Feeling frustrated, the cows decided to take on a plan to kill the cattles so that they will have more space to themselves.
One fine night when the cattles were snoozing away, the cows bashed them to death. Blood splattered everywhere. They were easy kills.
The cows became more greedy and decided to kill the house owners too.
The next day, the farmer's distant relative came by to visit them. They were shocked to see the entire house covered with blood.
Thus, Red House.
Real life account...
This happened to a group of friends who decided to take a risk to visit the Red House. It was around 3pm in the afternoon.
After a long walk lead by A's friend, they reached the old fashioned house. According to A's friend, they were supposed to go into the house in pairs.
There were 10 of them and 3 decided to stay out as they were having their period and were considered unclean. But one of them, S decided to follow the rest to make the group equal.
While walking in the front compound, S stopped and grabbed onto A's hand tightly and whispered to her, "We must get out of here."
S and A made their way out while the rest wandered the compound. 4 of them went into the house (Block A) and the others stayed outside.
Then D's handphone rang. It was V. She told them that something was wrong with S and they quickly went out forgetting to close the gate.
S was squatting on the floor with a weird look on her face while the others crowd around her asking her whether she was alright. She kept silent.
They tried to pick her up but S was weak; she could not even stand.
Finally she stood up. Then she began to laugh hysterically. They decided to seek help from the neighbours. Fortunately, a kind lady(Auntie J) helped them. She prayed with them and warned not to go back to the house as she herself also heard stories about it.
She told them about a bomoh who practices black magic there and the encounters which her nephews had there.
S then said she saw a dark face staring at her and smiling at her from block B which was facing block A.
The next day at school, S said that she still felt weird. She had tried to seek help from her grandfather who later told her that she might be followed by a spirit that she encountered at the Red House.
She told them that she started to see the black face and other black figures around the school. Another one of their friend, C also started to see those figures too.
They wanted to dismiss those as their imaginations but S and C were seeing the exact same kind of figures at the exact same time and spot!
Soon, their schoolmates got to know about it and told them that by leaving the gate open, the 'spirits' will follow them.
They must go back to the house to 'return' the `spirits`back. Then they decided to go back to the house. This time, they were armed with torches, video recorders and tape recorders. It was in the afternoon.
They went back to the house with 14 people. C was late, so, they decided to go to the house first and meet her there.
They explored the compound. Then S who was with us, suddenly squatted down and cried and about a minute later, C ran into the compound crying and screaming that the black figures were following her, everywhere she go, even in the bus!
Both S and C cuddled and cried. Then, they summoned up the courage to go into block A to 'return' the 'spirits'. Finally, they came out and quickly went out of the compound while the guys explored the inside of block A.
After around 1/2hour or so, the guys came out of the compound and after about 1km away from the house, one of the guys told them that he saw a white 'thing' flew past him.
They rewinded the tape and heard some strange music playing and screams in the background. But at that time when the boys were in the house, no one else was around and all was silent.
Sadly, the video camera's power went off.
At school the next day, the tape was the talk of the class and people wanted to hear it. All of them heard the unknown music and scream. Worse of all, S and C were still seeing the black figures.
It was then known that they should return the "thing" to where they first saw it, which was block B. For the third time, they went back to the house.
...
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Yesterday, my friends and I went to the Red House situated miles away from Downtown East.
From outside, I could already feel the strange vibes coming from the house. Spooky indeed. I was reluctant of entering at first but since the others had entered, I had no other choice.
Evil Twin: Why name it the Red House?
There are basically three conclusions to why it is being name as the Red House.
First Conclusion...
There was once a little girl who lost her way and decided to seek refuge at that house. Welcomed by the house owners, the little girl decided to stay on a little while longer.
She played with their children only to realize that they were too decent for her to play with.
Then the little girl went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher's knife. She ran towards the other children and hacked them to pieces.
Shocked, the house owners tried to contact the police but the lines were cut off. Frightened, they decided to lock themselves in their room for seven days and seven nights without food and water.
The little girl was still waiting outside their room. Second merged to become minutes and minutes merged to become hours. Then the little girl realized it has been months.
She could not wait any longer. She hacked the door down.
The little girl was shocked to see that the house owners had decomposed. Frightened, she ran out of the house and screamed for help.
Feeling guilty, she decided to hack herself to death.
Thus, Red House.
Second Conclusion...
Back then, there was a farmer who lived there with his wife and son. They like to rear cows and cattles even though they know that they only had a very small garden.
Those cows and cattles had such little space to move around. Feeling frustrated, the cows decided to take on a plan to kill the cattles so that they will have more space to themselves.
One fine night when the cattles were snoozing away, the cows bashed them to death. Blood splattered everywhere. They were easy kills.
The cows became more greedy and decided to kill the house owners too.
The next day, the farmer's distant relative came by to visit them. They were shocked to see the entire house covered with blood.
Thus, Red House.
Real life account...
This happened to a group of friends who decided to take a risk to visit the Red House. It was around 3pm in the afternoon.
After a long walk lead by A's friend, they reached the old fashioned house. According to A's friend, they were supposed to go into the house in pairs.
There were 10 of them and 3 decided to stay out as they were having their period and were considered unclean. But one of them, S decided to follow the rest to make the group equal.
While walking in the front compound, S stopped and grabbed onto A's hand tightly and whispered to her, "We must get out of here."
S and A made their way out while the rest wandered the compound. 4 of them went into the house (Block A) and the others stayed outside.
Then D's handphone rang. It was V. She told them that something was wrong with S and they quickly went out forgetting to close the gate.
S was squatting on the floor with a weird look on her face while the others crowd around her asking her whether she was alright. She kept silent.
They tried to pick her up but S was weak; she could not even stand.
Finally she stood up. Then she began to laugh hysterically. They decided to seek help from the neighbours. Fortunately, a kind lady(Auntie J) helped them. She prayed with them and warned not to go back to the house as she herself also heard stories about it.
She told them about a bomoh who practices black magic there and the encounters which her nephews had there.
S then said she saw a dark face staring at her and smiling at her from block B which was facing block A.
The next day at school, S said that she still felt weird. She had tried to seek help from her grandfather who later told her that she might be followed by a spirit that she encountered at the Red House.
She told them that she started to see the black face and other black figures around the school. Another one of their friend, C also started to see those figures too.
They wanted to dismiss those as their imaginations but S and C were seeing the exact same kind of figures at the exact same time and spot!
Soon, their schoolmates got to know about it and told them that by leaving the gate open, the 'spirits' will follow them.
They must go back to the house to 'return' the `spirits`back. Then they decided to go back to the house. This time, they were armed with torches, video recorders and tape recorders. It was in the afternoon.
They went back to the house with 14 people. C was late, so, they decided to go to the house first and meet her there.
They explored the compound. Then S who was with us, suddenly squatted down and cried and about a minute later, C ran into the compound crying and screaming that the black figures were following her, everywhere she go, even in the bus!
Both S and C cuddled and cried. Then, they summoned up the courage to go into block A to 'return' the 'spirits'. Finally, they came out and quickly went out of the compound while the guys explored the inside of block A.
After around 1/2hour or so, the guys came out of the compound and after about 1km away from the house, one of the guys told them that he saw a white 'thing' flew past him.
They rewinded the tape and heard some strange music playing and screams in the background. But at that time when the boys were in the house, no one else was around and all was silent.
Sadly, the video camera's power went off.
At school the next day, the tape was the talk of the class and people wanted to hear it. All of them heard the unknown music and scream. Worse of all, S and C were still seeing the black figures.
It was then known that they should return the "thing" to where they first saw it, which was block B. For the third time, they went back to the house.
...
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Disgusting Moment
I was to rot to death during one of my earlier lessons today; boredom has overtaken me. I fear of failing this module as I have not been attentive to the lecturer's lessons.
Practically, I was doing my own things; chattering away with my other classmates. They were talking about their disgusting moments. After which, I recalled one when I was in Kindergarten.
I recalled it happened during playtime. My classmates and I went to the playground to enjoy ourselves. We left our schoolbags on the table and water bottles on the shelves.
When time was up, we went back to our classroom only to know that other students had taken the class for their lessons. As the kindergarten was small and only made up of three rooms, we had to take turns using them.
Thirsty I was after exhausting myself at the playground. I proceeded to the shelves and took my water bottle. I opened the lid and sip the water using a straw.
The water tasted bitter.
Maybe my taste bud wasn't working well at that moment, I thought. Or I was so thirsty that the water tasted bitter to me.
Complete utter nonsense.
I take another sip but the water still tasted the same - bitter. I wondered. I completely opened the water bottle lid only to realize something unusual floating on the water.
I took a closer look.
The object was black in color and sticky. Weird enough the water was still clean and crystal-clear. Minutes later, then I realized what the object was. Shocked I was to see what was inside my water bottle.
It was that thing.
Evil Twin: What thing? What was inside your bloody bottle, arsehole?
You're close!
Evil Twin: What?
You're dumb!
What's inside my bottle was a floating human faeces. I was really traumatized that I shouted across the classroom and started to point middle finger to everyone including the teachers.
They were dumb-founded when they saw how aggressive I was.
As if.
I did not even realize that the water was contaminated and I drank it. I drank water with floating human faeces in it. How gross that could be.
I cursed whoever did that barbaric thing.
From then onwards, I decided not to carry water bottles anymore. I was afraid that the incident would repeat again.
Upon reaching home, I vomitted several times. I was terribly sick.
How could such a thing happen in a kindergarten school? There were toilets but why would my water bottle be a target of removing wastes.
The teachers aren't doing their job!
Dozens of students in the classroom but nobody detected that something was amiss. Separated from my water bottle for 10 minutes was a very short time. How could the culprit be so fast of removing his waste from his body?
Did he passed his motion at his seat in the classroom filled with students and teachers or did he went to the toilet and used my water bottle as the toilet bowl?
That will still be unanswered and I do not wish to know.
However I prayed for the same thing to happen to the culprit. I hated him.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I was to rot to death during one of my earlier lessons today; boredom has overtaken me. I fear of failing this module as I have not been attentive to the lecturer's lessons.
Practically, I was doing my own things; chattering away with my other classmates. They were talking about their disgusting moments. After which, I recalled one when I was in Kindergarten.
I recalled it happened during playtime. My classmates and I went to the playground to enjoy ourselves. We left our schoolbags on the table and water bottles on the shelves.
When time was up, we went back to our classroom only to know that other students had taken the class for their lessons. As the kindergarten was small and only made up of three rooms, we had to take turns using them.
Thirsty I was after exhausting myself at the playground. I proceeded to the shelves and took my water bottle. I opened the lid and sip the water using a straw.
The water tasted bitter.
Maybe my taste bud wasn't working well at that moment, I thought. Or I was so thirsty that the water tasted bitter to me.
Complete utter nonsense.
I take another sip but the water still tasted the same - bitter. I wondered. I completely opened the water bottle lid only to realize something unusual floating on the water.
I took a closer look.
The object was black in color and sticky. Weird enough the water was still clean and crystal-clear. Minutes later, then I realized what the object was. Shocked I was to see what was inside my water bottle.
It was that thing.
Evil Twin: What thing? What was inside your bloody bottle, arsehole?
You're close!
Evil Twin: What?
You're dumb!
What's inside my bottle was a floating human faeces. I was really traumatized that I shouted across the classroom and started to point middle finger to everyone including the teachers.
They were dumb-founded when they saw how aggressive I was.
As if.
I did not even realize that the water was contaminated and I drank it. I drank water with floating human faeces in it. How gross that could be.
I cursed whoever did that barbaric thing.
From then onwards, I decided not to carry water bottles anymore. I was afraid that the incident would repeat again.
Upon reaching home, I vomitted several times. I was terribly sick.
How could such a thing happen in a kindergarten school? There were toilets but why would my water bottle be a target of removing wastes.
The teachers aren't doing their job!
Dozens of students in the classroom but nobody detected that something was amiss. Separated from my water bottle for 10 minutes was a very short time. How could the culprit be so fast of removing his waste from his body?
Did he passed his motion at his seat in the classroom filled with students and teachers or did he went to the toilet and used my water bottle as the toilet bowl?
That will still be unanswered and I do not wish to know.
However I prayed for the same thing to happen to the culprit. I hated him.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
A Near-Death Experience
A few others and I were preparing ourselves to cross the road when it's already cleared of vehicles. Waiting anxiously I was as usual. Listening to the discman that very moment, still feeling lethargic.
Seconds later, I saw two ladies already crossing the road when there were still incoming cars. I would not take such risk. Life's too precious; I still have not done alot of things in life yet. I'm not a risk-taker.
Then, the road was empty. A few others and I crossed the road. I was listening to the discman, lost in my own world, and not paying attention to my surrounding. I was walking slowly even though I know I was on the road.
Then I saw bright lights beaming at me. Shocked I was when I was in the way of a speeding oncoming Ferrari. Immediately, I dashed forward. The car zoomed past me, inches away from my legs.
My eyes went wide opened, paralysed with fear. If I were to walk any slower, that would be the end of me. I heaved a huge sigh of relieve. I thanked God.
I should not have been jay-walking at the first place. There was an overhead bridge but I ignored it as I was too tired to climb the stairs.
There would not be a next time. The lady beside me acted as if nothing had happened even though she was another who obstructed the car's way.
With a smile still intact on her face, she tapped her friend's shoulder with delight. How ironic could it be.
The lady turned to my direction and gave me a wicked smile. Afterward, she laughed out loud.
For that very moment, she resembled a witch.
Lady: Hehehehehehehehehehehehe!
P/S: I'd updated entries from February 16 to February 21.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
A few others and I were preparing ourselves to cross the road when it's already cleared of vehicles. Waiting anxiously I was as usual. Listening to the discman that very moment, still feeling lethargic.
Seconds later, I saw two ladies already crossing the road when there were still incoming cars. I would not take such risk. Life's too precious; I still have not done alot of things in life yet. I'm not a risk-taker.
Then, the road was empty. A few others and I crossed the road. I was listening to the discman, lost in my own world, and not paying attention to my surrounding. I was walking slowly even though I know I was on the road.
Then I saw bright lights beaming at me. Shocked I was when I was in the way of a speeding oncoming Ferrari. Immediately, I dashed forward. The car zoomed past me, inches away from my legs.
My eyes went wide opened, paralysed with fear. If I were to walk any slower, that would be the end of me. I heaved a huge sigh of relieve. I thanked God.
I should not have been jay-walking at the first place. There was an overhead bridge but I ignored it as I was too tired to climb the stairs.
There would not be a next time. The lady beside me acted as if nothing had happened even though she was another who obstructed the car's way.
With a smile still intact on her face, she tapped her friend's shoulder with delight. How ironic could it be.
The lady turned to my direction and gave me a wicked smile. Afterward, she laughed out loud.
For that very moment, she resembled a witch.
Lady: Hehehehehehehehehehehehe!
P/S: I'd updated entries from February 16 to February 21.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Monday, February 21, 2005
The Past Few Days...
I'd been neglecting my blog and the number of updates per week has decreased. It is partly due to my laziness. Or maybe not.
My other half introduced me an online game, Rush on Seven Episodes also known as R.O.S.E. I was not really keen at the beginning since there would always be an error upon downloading the game.
And also that I know nothing about the game. I was lost.
Days past and I realized I had not be patient enough to wait for the game downloads to finish. That was the problem to why I wasn't really keen with the game.
Once the setup of the game was completed, I played it with my other half. Exciting it was.
There are many things that you can do in the game; collecting items, doing quests, join unions, battle monsters, make weapon, learn spells and etc.
Soon, I was addicted to the game. Thus, neglecting every other things. But not anymore. I began to realize the game has taken away most of my sleeping hours.
Now, I shall make up for lost time and do other important stuffs. It is important to balance work and play.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I'd been neglecting my blog and the number of updates per week has decreased. It is partly due to my laziness. Or maybe not.
My other half introduced me an online game, Rush on Seven Episodes also known as R.O.S.E. I was not really keen at the beginning since there would always be an error upon downloading the game.
And also that I know nothing about the game. I was lost.
Days past and I realized I had not be patient enough to wait for the game downloads to finish. That was the problem to why I wasn't really keen with the game.
Once the setup of the game was completed, I played it with my other half. Exciting it was.
There are many things that you can do in the game; collecting items, doing quests, join unions, battle monsters, make weapon, learn spells and etc.
Soon, I was addicted to the game. Thus, neglecting every other things. But not anymore. I began to realize the game has taken away most of my sleeping hours.
Now, I shall make up for lost time and do other important stuffs. It is important to balance work and play.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Saga Seed Competition; Likes And Dislikes (Updated)
The saga seed competition results are out. Sadly, my other half and I did not win. However we manage to be listed in the Can book of records. Eager to find out what we had created and designed for the competition? Click here.
The entry which I liked the most was the first prize winner. It had a lush green tree adorned with saga seeds on it! The 'I (heart) You' on it was also very suitable for the theme.
However, the entry I liked least was Ang Jia Jun's. It didn't seem to have any creativity, and it seems like he did it without any heart or soul. Just overlapping hearts and nothing else! The hearts are even more round than heart-shaped!
I think the reason why we did not win was due to our lack of glue. A few saga seeds had dropped out and it looks very untidy.
I would give probably a 7/10 for our entry. If it weren't for the glue, it would be an 8.5/10.
Well, if Can.com.sg is going to hold this competition again next year, my other half and I are going to do much better.
The saga seed competition results are out. Sadly, my other half and I did not win. However we manage to be listed in the Can book of records. Eager to find out what we had created and designed for the competition? Click here.
The entry which I liked the most was the first prize winner. It had a lush green tree adorned with saga seeds on it! The 'I (heart) You' on it was also very suitable for the theme.
However, the entry I liked least was Ang Jia Jun's. It didn't seem to have any creativity, and it seems like he did it without any heart or soul. Just overlapping hearts and nothing else! The hearts are even more round than heart-shaped!
I think the reason why we did not win was due to our lack of glue. A few saga seeds had dropped out and it looks very untidy.
I would give probably a 7/10 for our entry. If it weren't for the glue, it would be an 8.5/10.
Well, if Can.com.sg is going to hold this competition again next year, my other half and I are going to do much better.
Cheers!
Signing off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Sunday, February 13, 2005
I Believe In Karma
What comes around, goes around. When you do good deeds, you will receive the goodness in return. And if you have been mischevious (e.g. having sex without condom), you will be cursed.
Last Friday, I met up with my other half. While I was waiting at the void deck, I was listening to Ayumi Hamasaki's My Story. Note that this has got nothing to do with what I am going to type later.
My other half arrived and we decided to advance to our destination. Before that, I returned the CD titled the power of love while my other half returned my savings to me in a small pouch.
It contained a total amount of 140 bucks. I decided to put it into my bag. Since I was busy listening to the song and talking to my other half, I wasn't paying attention on whether I had placed the pouch safely in my bag.
I can't multi-task. I would be blur when I do that.
We went to a particular shopping center to have our lunch. As we were about to warm up our seats, I realize the pouch was no where to be found in my bag. We panicked.
I searched frantically.
Darn!
We went back the same route to search for our pouch but to no avail. We could not find it.
My heart was aching terribly. My blooding savings were gone in split seconds due to my carelessness.
My other half comforted me. I swear it would not happen again.
Then we thought that our day was ruined as I do not have the mood to do anything else. But we were wrong.
We cannot undo the things that we'd done or retrieve back the things that we'd lost. Scream till you bleed, get over it and move on.
What comes around, goes around. Whoever found my pouch will get its just desserts.
In the evening, my mum called me. She had decided to buy a sling bag which cost the amount that I lost earlier.
Son, mum bought you a Billabong sling bag. I thought it suits you and you will like it. Do you know how much it costs?
...
140 dollars...
I was shocked.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
What comes around, goes around. When you do good deeds, you will receive the goodness in return. And if you have been mischevious (e.g. having sex without condom), you will be cursed.
Last Friday, I met up with my other half. While I was waiting at the void deck, I was listening to Ayumi Hamasaki's My Story. Note that this has got nothing to do with what I am going to type later.
My other half arrived and we decided to advance to our destination. Before that, I returned the CD titled the power of love while my other half returned my savings to me in a small pouch.
It contained a total amount of 140 bucks. I decided to put it into my bag. Since I was busy listening to the song and talking to my other half, I wasn't paying attention on whether I had placed the pouch safely in my bag.
I can't multi-task. I would be blur when I do that.
We went to a particular shopping center to have our lunch. As we were about to warm up our seats, I realize the pouch was no where to be found in my bag. We panicked.
I searched frantically.
Darn!
We went back the same route to search for our pouch but to no avail. We could not find it.
My heart was aching terribly. My blooding savings were gone in split seconds due to my carelessness.
My other half comforted me. I swear it would not happen again.
Then we thought that our day was ruined as I do not have the mood to do anything else. But we were wrong.
We cannot undo the things that we'd done or retrieve back the things that we'd lost. Scream till you bleed, get over it and move on.
What comes around, goes around. Whoever found my pouch will get its just desserts.
In the evening, my mum called me. She had decided to buy a sling bag which cost the amount that I lost earlier.
Son, mum bought you a Billabong sling bag. I thought it suits you and you will like it. Do you know how much it costs?
...
140 dollars...
I was shocked.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Taking Up Tennis
Since I was young, I wanted to learn how to play tennis so badly. Till now, I have not master it yet. Disappointed I was. And also, my eagerness to take up tennis is also partly influenced by Adam.
I favoured watching the sisters, Venus and Serena Williams playing tennis than David Beckham scoring goals or Mark Chay doing the backstroke or whatever you call that in swimming.
Someone please teach me how to play tennis. I WANT TO PLAY TENNIS! I beg of you.
Evil Twin: So now you're begging. Don't stoop so low!
As for now, I'm wasting my time playing computer games at home. And if I'm tired, sleeping would be my second best choice.
Working out or exercising will only take place when I really need to train up my biceps and reducing the stupid baby fats around my waist.
I don't really intend to train up till I am all that kind of a muscular guy. When one grow old, all the muscles will become flabby.
Ewww...
I really would not want to imagine that; simply gross to me.
Now, I am terribly sick, suffering from block nose and terrible sore throat. I nearly lost my voice last night while practising on how to sing.
I pray to GOD that my throat will be healed soon so that I can enjoy kissing my other half this coming Valentine's Day.
Evil Twin: Don't be so gross...
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Since I was young, I wanted to learn how to play tennis so badly. Till now, I have not master it yet. Disappointed I was. And also, my eagerness to take up tennis is also partly influenced by Adam.
I favoured watching the sisters, Venus and Serena Williams playing tennis than David Beckham scoring goals or Mark Chay doing the backstroke or whatever you call that in swimming.
Someone please teach me how to play tennis. I WANT TO PLAY TENNIS! I beg of you.
Evil Twin: So now you're begging. Don't stoop so low!
As for now, I'm wasting my time playing computer games at home. And if I'm tired, sleeping would be my second best choice.
Working out or exercising will only take place when I really need to train up my biceps and reducing the stupid baby fats around my waist.
I don't really intend to train up till I am all that kind of a muscular guy. When one grow old, all the muscles will become flabby.
Ewww...
I really would not want to imagine that; simply gross to me.
Now, I am terribly sick, suffering from block nose and terrible sore throat. I nearly lost my voice last night while practising on how to sing.
I pray to GOD that my throat will be healed soon so that I can enjoy kissing my other half this coming Valentine's Day.
Evil Twin: Don't be so gross...
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Bigger Boobs, French Kiss and Sore Throat
"What a topic," Tra-la said.
If you are wondering who the hell is Tra-la, don't worry as I will introduce you to her later. She has been my friend for nineteen years.
Yes. I know her since I was born. Now, let's get back to the topic and stop pondering about who she might be. Curiosity kills the cat.
I am really mad at myself for not taking good care of myself. I'm down with a mild sore throat and I hope it would not get worst. I hate it when this happens because I can't think well and I get easily restless.
I'm praying that it will get better before Valentine's Day as for I want to french kiss my other half.
"Eww! You disgusting pervetic guy!" Tra-la shouted.
Hey I was kidding.
...
Then agan, maybe not. *Grins*
Apparently, I still have to go to school on that day, cutting short the time I will be spending with my other half on that very day. It's already bad enough that Valentine's Day falls on a Monday; the beginning of the week whereby people are feeling the blues.
Fret not! With the company of your love ones, you will feel nothing else but the tinge feeling of love.
I remembered my friend giving the best present to his other half. He sent his other half for a breast enlargement surgery.
"I prefer natural," said my Evil Twin.
I don't really prefer ladies with too big boobs. It's really a turn-off. Why would one want bigger boobs. What purpose does it serve.
Hey girls, my boobs are bigger than yours. Feel inferior to me!
Take Pamela Anderson for example. She went to get her boobs bigger three times only to realize they're too big and thus she had to decrease the size.
How about Fiona Xie's?
Oh yes, they are big indeed. Every time I watch her on television, it's as if she's about to topple. Big on top, small at the bottom. And each time she walks, her boobs would bounce tremendously.
Tsk! Tsk!
"What a topic," Tra-la said.
If you are wondering who the hell is Tra-la, don't worry as I will introduce you to her later. She has been my friend for nineteen years.
Yes. I know her since I was born. Now, let's get back to the topic and stop pondering about who she might be. Curiosity kills the cat.
I am really mad at myself for not taking good care of myself. I'm down with a mild sore throat and I hope it would not get worst. I hate it when this happens because I can't think well and I get easily restless.
I'm praying that it will get better before Valentine's Day as for I want to french kiss my other half.
"Eww! You disgusting pervetic guy!" Tra-la shouted.
Hey I was kidding.
...
Then agan, maybe not. *Grins*
Apparently, I still have to go to school on that day, cutting short the time I will be spending with my other half on that very day. It's already bad enough that Valentine's Day falls on a Monday; the beginning of the week whereby people are feeling the blues.
Fret not! With the company of your love ones, you will feel nothing else but the tinge feeling of love.
I remembered my friend giving the best present to his other half. He sent his other half for a breast enlargement surgery.
"I prefer natural," said my Evil Twin.
I don't really prefer ladies with too big boobs. It's really a turn-off. Why would one want bigger boobs. What purpose does it serve.
Hey girls, my boobs are bigger than yours. Feel inferior to me!
Take Pamela Anderson for example. She went to get her boobs bigger three times only to realize they're too big and thus she had to decrease the size.
How about Fiona Xie's?
Oh yes, they are big indeed. Every time I watch her on television, it's as if she's about to topple. Big on top, small at the bottom. And each time she walks, her boobs would bounce tremendously.
Tsk! Tsk!
I shall end my entry with a Lunar New Year greeting by TaufikBatisah.net.
Look at where those two oranges are positioned. My oh my!
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Wednesday, February 9, 2005
Happy Lunar New Year
Recently, I had burnt a hole in my pocket; spend at least $100 on gifts for my other half for this coming Valentine's Day. But seriously, I really don't mind.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Recently, I had burnt a hole in my pocket; spend at least $100 on gifts for my other half for this coming Valentine's Day. But seriously, I really don't mind.
Do not tell my other half, okay?
Evil Twin: Are you really dumb or are you faking it? Duh! Not only your other half but half of the population in Singapore know about it already
How come?
Evil Twin: They read your blog, arsehole!
No vulgarities please. It's the Lunar New Year.
Anyway, I would like to wish everyone especially the chinese people,
Happy Lunar New Year
Yesterday was my mother's birthday and I had clean forgotten about it. How unfilial I am. Sigh.
I would like to take this opportunity to wish my mother a happy birthday. I wish my dearest mother longevity and may she be wealthier than before.
So that my daily pocket allowance will increase.Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Tuesday, February 8, 2005
You Are 9 Years Old |
9 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
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Monday, February 7, 2005
A Gift From Taufik Batisah & Another From Taufik's Webmaster
Congratulation Rizal! was the topic at TaufikBatisah.net website under the fiknatic news column.
Thrilled I was upon knowing that I had won the "Name the fanclub" contest. I ave myself a pat on my shoulder and skipped around with joy. Okay, maybe I was a little exagerating on that part.
Nevertheless, I was happy.
The first paragraph already knocked me out of my senses.
TaufikBatisah.net would like to extend our heatiest congratulations to Rizal Isaac for winning the Name-the-FanClub contest! As promised, Taufik has personally chosen and autographed a leather bracelet strap!
How cool is that, huh?
Here's a few pictures of Taufik Batisah wearing my GIFT!
Let's do a little close up on the leather bracelet strap, shall we?
And now, let's pass the leather bracelet strap to me.
I was trying to act cute but failed.
Ah, Taufik Batisah signed at the back of the leather bracelet strap. How fortunate could I be.
I would want to thank those who had voted for my fan club named "Fiknatic" to be your choice. I really appreciate it very much.
Of course now Fiknatic is the official fan club name and I am proud of myself for having to come up that creative name. Whenever the name Fiknatic appears in TaufikBatisah site or in the media, I smile with joy.
Alright, let's move on to the next topic.
I received a gift from Razlan, Taufik Batisah webmaster.
Fantasia Barinno CD
He read my wish lists listed at my blog so he decided to get me this out of all the other wishes I want.
No words could describe how happy I am right now.
Tra-la-la.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Congratulation Rizal! was the topic at TaufikBatisah.net website under the fiknatic news column.
Thrilled I was upon knowing that I had won the "Name the fanclub" contest. I ave myself a pat on my shoulder and skipped around with joy. Okay, maybe I was a little exagerating on that part.
Nevertheless, I was happy.
Evil Twin: You are bluffing right?
No way!
Visit Taufik Batisah's official site here; http://www.taufikbatisah.net/fiknatic/2005/02/congratulations-rizal.htmlThe first paragraph already knocked me out of my senses.
TaufikBatisah.net would like to extend our heatiest congratulations to Rizal Isaac for winning the Name-the-FanClub contest! As promised, Taufik has personally chosen and autographed a leather bracelet strap!
How cool is that, huh?
Here's a few pictures of Taufik Batisah wearing my GIFT!
Let's do a little close up on the leather bracelet strap, shall we?
And now, let's pass the leather bracelet strap to me.
I was trying to act cute but failed.
Ah, Taufik Batisah signed at the back of the leather bracelet strap. How fortunate could I be.
I would want to thank those who had voted for my fan club named "Fiknatic" to be your choice. I really appreciate it very much.
Of course now Fiknatic is the official fan club name and I am proud of myself for having to come up that creative name. Whenever the name Fiknatic appears in TaufikBatisah site or in the media, I smile with joy.
Alright, let's move on to the next topic.
I received a gift from Razlan, Taufik Batisah webmaster.
Fantasia Barinno CD
He read my wish lists listed at my blog so he decided to get me this out of all the other wishes I want.
No words could describe how happy I am right now.
Tra-la-la.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Sunday, February 6, 2005
Saga Seed Competition
My other half and I had taken part in the Saga Seed competition. Last Friday, we went to Compass Point Shopping Mall to buy all the neccesities for the competition.
Of course, saga seeds are not for sale; we have to collect them instead. It was a real drag to find the locations of where saga seed trees are planted.
A week ago, we went to Punggol End to collect saga seeds but there weren't many. Besides, it was a scorching day and I had a stomach upset. I wasn't able to continue with the collecting of saga seeds.
Then we realized there weren't aplenty of saga seeds to go about doing the Artwork.
Disappointed I was and my only options was to give up since I had only a few saga seeds to use and I did not know of any other locations of where saga seed trees are planted.
Oh no! No Saga seeds means no competition!
Evil Twin: Stop whining lah!
I went home feeling sad.
Sister: Kor, you collected saga seeds just now?
Yes, I did. How did you know, sister?
Sister: There ~ pointing to the computer table where I had left my saga seeds. Where did you collect them from?
Punggol End.
Sister: That's kinda far. I know somewhere near and that is just at the sidewalk a few meters away from our house.
My eyes went wide open. Instantly, I grabbed my sister's hands and begged her for the location but she refused to spill the beans.
I slapped her silly and punch her stomach till she bled.
Just Kidding!
The next day, I went out in the evening to collect the saga seeds. I had a jar full of them. I was contented.
Two days ago, we went to Punggol End where we did our Artwork. It took two and a half hours to complete the entire design using saga seeds and flower petals on a drawing block.
The only thing left for us to do is to submit the design before the dateline.
I will take pictures of the Artwork that my other half and I had created.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
My other half and I had taken part in the Saga Seed competition. Last Friday, we went to Compass Point Shopping Mall to buy all the neccesities for the competition.
Of course, saga seeds are not for sale; we have to collect them instead. It was a real drag to find the locations of where saga seed trees are planted.
A week ago, we went to Punggol End to collect saga seeds but there weren't many. Besides, it was a scorching day and I had a stomach upset. I wasn't able to continue with the collecting of saga seeds.
Then we realized there weren't aplenty of saga seeds to go about doing the Artwork.
Disappointed I was and my only options was to give up since I had only a few saga seeds to use and I did not know of any other locations of where saga seed trees are planted.
Oh no! No Saga seeds means no competition!
Evil Twin: Stop whining lah!
I went home feeling sad.
Sister: Kor, you collected saga seeds just now?
Yes, I did. How did you know, sister?
Sister: There ~ pointing to the computer table where I had left my saga seeds. Where did you collect them from?
Punggol End.
Sister: That's kinda far. I know somewhere near and that is just at the sidewalk a few meters away from our house.
My eyes went wide open. Instantly, I grabbed my sister's hands and begged her for the location but she refused to spill the beans.
I slapped her silly and punch her stomach till she bled.
Just Kidding!
The next day, I went out in the evening to collect the saga seeds. I had a jar full of them. I was contented.
Two days ago, we went to Punggol End where we did our Artwork. It took two and a half hours to complete the entire design using saga seeds and flower petals on a drawing block.
The only thing left for us to do is to submit the design before the dateline.
I will take pictures of the Artwork that my other half and I had created.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Saturday, February 5, 2005
50 G-Mail Invites
I'd already sent out 6 invites on request. Apparently there are 44 more G-Mail invites left. If you want a G-Mail, e-mail me @ icyboy85@gmail.com and I will be glad to send you.
What's so good about G-Mail, you may ask? Haven't you notice that G-Mail has a free storage of 1000 megabytes?! You do not even need to delete any of your messages.
Previously, I was using Hotmail and Singnet to store and keep my e-mails but these two often run out of space and thus, I had to delete some of my precious e-mails. How sad I was at that particular time.
Is like not having sex for one day! Sigh.
I was just kidding. If you think I am a sex-crave guy, you're so wrong.
Let's get back to the topic. Oh yes, G-Mail! You can even attach or save big files or documents in G-Mail.
If you're someone who loves to download pornography pictures or videos and would fear of being discovered upon saving them in your PC, you do not have to worry about such stuff anymore.
You can store those pornography pictures and videos of yours in your G-Mail account. How cool is that! I do that too! I have various.
Am I revealing too much? I thought.
Evil Twin: You're more pervert than anyone I know!
I slapped my Evil Twin with my long rubber dildo. Take that you moron! Never to mess with my dildo when I'm mad!
Did I forget to mention that you do not even need to sort out your messages like the ones you did in Hotmail and other e-mail services. All you have to do is to search the e-mails that you are looking for.
For example; If you had stored a 4.5MB pornography video titled, "Shag Me" a week ago and you had forgotten which e-mail you attach the file to, all you have to do is to simply type "Shag Me" and the e-mail will appear in the search.
Of course, these are many other benefits of using G-Mail.
So what are you waiting for? Grab one now!
By the time I end this entry, I will only be left with 35 G-Mail Invites.
..
...
....
Oh! How true I was! There's not much time left.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
I'd already sent out 6 invites on request. Apparently there are 44 more G-Mail invites left. If you want a G-Mail, e-mail me @ icyboy85@gmail.com and I will be glad to send you.
What's so good about G-Mail, you may ask? Haven't you notice that G-Mail has a free storage of 1000 megabytes?! You do not even need to delete any of your messages.
Previously, I was using Hotmail and Singnet to store and keep my e-mails but these two often run out of space and thus, I had to delete some of my precious e-mails. How sad I was at that particular time.
Is like not having sex for one day! Sigh.
I was just kidding. If you think I am a sex-crave guy, you're so wrong.
Let's get back to the topic. Oh yes, G-Mail! You can even attach or save big files or documents in G-Mail.
If you're someone who loves to download pornography pictures or videos and would fear of being discovered upon saving them in your PC, you do not have to worry about such stuff anymore.
You can store those pornography pictures and videos of yours in your G-Mail account. How cool is that! I do that too! I have various.
Am I revealing too much? I thought.
Evil Twin: You're more pervert than anyone I know!
I slapped my Evil Twin with my long rubber dildo. Take that you moron! Never to mess with my dildo when I'm mad!
Did I forget to mention that you do not even need to sort out your messages like the ones you did in Hotmail and other e-mail services. All you have to do is to search the e-mails that you are looking for.
For example; If you had stored a 4.5MB pornography video titled, "Shag Me" a week ago and you had forgotten which e-mail you attach the file to, all you have to do is to simply type "Shag Me" and the e-mail will appear in the search.
Of course, these are many other benefits of using G-Mail.
So what are you waiting for? Grab one now!
By the time I end this entry, I will only be left with 35 G-Mail Invites.
..
...
....
Oh! How true I was! There's not much time left.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Friday, February 4, 2005
Nightmarish Dreams
Why wouldn't you just name your topic nightmares instead of nightmarish dreams? What's the difference?
I thought it sounded spooky. Enough said and let's get on with the show.
I hardly slept yesterday as one of my nostril is blocked. I hate it when that happens. I tossed and turned several times, listened to songs, counting 1 t0 100 but none worked.
I can't sleep when I have running nose or blocked nose. It's terrible. Each 15 minutes, I increased the number of pillows below my head. From 1 to 2 to 3 and finally to 4.
That didn't work either.
I decided to sit upright on my bed hugging my bolster. Surpisingly, I feel asleep with ease. And that's when the nightmarish dreams engulfed my mind.
I was in a deserted town, with no weapons for protection. I walked into an empty house filled with fog. Scared I was at that very moment.
Abruptly, my other half appeared in front of me. Relieved I was upon seeing my other half but unfortunately, my other half disappeared.
And then, I saw my parents standing by my side. I was glad and wanted to hug them but they diminished into thin air too. Weird it was to me.
Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name from behind me. I turned and saw my grandma. Apparently, she was holding an axe in her hand.
She approached me in a slow pace while still calling my name. I smiled. I walked towards her.
Abruptly, she lifted her hands high up and swung the axe at me.
SNAP!
My head fell off and rolled to the floor. Amazingly, I was still much alive even after my head was seperated from my body.
I shouted for help but to no avail. My grandma came for the second time. She swung her axe towards me again. This time she slashed my head into half.
Blood gushed out and splatted on my grandma's dress.
I woke up only to realize I was on the floor and not on the bed.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Why wouldn't you just name your topic nightmares instead of nightmarish dreams? What's the difference?
I thought it sounded spooky. Enough said and let's get on with the show.
I hardly slept yesterday as one of my nostril is blocked. I hate it when that happens. I tossed and turned several times, listened to songs, counting 1 t0 100 but none worked.
I can't sleep when I have running nose or blocked nose. It's terrible. Each 15 minutes, I increased the number of pillows below my head. From 1 to 2 to 3 and finally to 4.
That didn't work either.
I decided to sit upright on my bed hugging my bolster. Surpisingly, I feel asleep with ease. And that's when the nightmarish dreams engulfed my mind.
I was in a deserted town, with no weapons for protection. I walked into an empty house filled with fog. Scared I was at that very moment.
Abruptly, my other half appeared in front of me. Relieved I was upon seeing my other half but unfortunately, my other half disappeared.
And then, I saw my parents standing by my side. I was glad and wanted to hug them but they diminished into thin air too. Weird it was to me.
Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name from behind me. I turned and saw my grandma. Apparently, she was holding an axe in her hand.
She approached me in a slow pace while still calling my name. I smiled. I walked towards her.
Abruptly, she lifted her hands high up and swung the axe at me.
SNAP!
My head fell off and rolled to the floor. Amazingly, I was still much alive even after my head was seperated from my body.
I shouted for help but to no avail. My grandma came for the second time. She swung her axe towards me again. This time she slashed my head into half.
Blood gushed out and splatted on my grandma's dress.
I woke up only to realize I was on the floor and not on the bed.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Thursday, February 3, 2005
Ain't Going to Sway
Despite being sick and tired for the past few days, I still continued blogging; it's part of my daily chores. Amazing enough, I showed no signs of fatigue to my classmates and my other half.
I am having this terrible block nose and it really is bringing my energy and mood level down. I have no appetite eating since my sense of smell and taste will diminish when I am having a cold. I can't talk properly. I can't think well. I'm so sick.
Whatever!
Recently, I went to a particular shopping center alone to buy a few things.
While shopping, I bumped into a very aggresive middle age lady who was shopping for lingerie. She was frustrated and thought that I was taking advantage of her.
I rolled my eyes and walked away without apologising. Hey, it's really not my fault. She wasn't paying attention to her surrounding. When I was about to walk away, she pulled my sleeves and demanded an apology.
Although I hesitated for a moment, I apologized in the end. She smirked.
I went to another section to buy a particular item for my other haldf when I saw that middle age lady again. Darn! Why must our path cross always?
I ignored her and continued shopping. Suddenly, a particular item caught my attention. I rushed to the section and was about to take a look at it when the middle age lady grabbed it away from the shelves.
I glared at her.
"Hey lady, I saw that first!" I shouted.
"Did you?" she said gleefully. "I doubt so!"
I was mad, really mad. I grabbed her hair and thrust her to the wall. I slapped her silly before punching her chest till she vomitted milk out.
Yes, not blood but milk.
I was traumatized when she was still all smile instead of shouting in pain.
"More!" she shouted. "Give to me more!"
She seemed to be enjoying it. I was reluctant to be seen with that crazy middle age woman. I took my cellular out from my pocket and called the rapist that my best friend had recommended to me earlier.
I tried to get away from her but she wrapped her hands around my legs. I was petrified as for she might grope my thing. I tried to shake her off but to no avail.
Just before she could reach out her hand for my thing, the rapist came.
"Thank god! Finish her off!" I ordered.
"Yes master! I am going to brutally rape her!"
Despite being sick and tired for the past few days, I still continued blogging; it's part of my daily chores. Amazing enough, I showed no signs of fatigue to my classmates and my other half.
I am having this terrible block nose and it really is bringing my energy and mood level down. I have no appetite eating since my sense of smell and taste will diminish when I am having a cold. I can't talk properly. I can't think well. I'm so sick.
Whatever!
Recently, I went to a particular shopping center alone to buy a few things.
While shopping, I bumped into a very aggresive middle age lady who was shopping for lingerie. She was frustrated and thought that I was taking advantage of her.
I rolled my eyes and walked away without apologising. Hey, it's really not my fault. She wasn't paying attention to her surrounding. When I was about to walk away, she pulled my sleeves and demanded an apology.
Although I hesitated for a moment, I apologized in the end. She smirked.
I went to another section to buy a particular item for my other haldf when I saw that middle age lady again. Darn! Why must our path cross always?
I ignored her and continued shopping. Suddenly, a particular item caught my attention. I rushed to the section and was about to take a look at it when the middle age lady grabbed it away from the shelves.
I glared at her.
"Hey lady, I saw that first!" I shouted.
"Did you?" she said gleefully. "I doubt so!"
I was mad, really mad. I grabbed her hair and thrust her to the wall. I slapped her silly before punching her chest till she vomitted milk out.
Yes, not blood but milk.
I was traumatized when she was still all smile instead of shouting in pain.
"More!" she shouted. "Give to me more!"
She seemed to be enjoying it. I was reluctant to be seen with that crazy middle age woman. I took my cellular out from my pocket and called the rapist that my best friend had recommended to me earlier.
I tried to get away from her but she wrapped her hands around my legs. I was petrified as for she might grope my thing. I tried to shake her off but to no avail.
Just before she could reach out her hand for my thing, the rapist came.
"Thank god! Finish her off!" I ordered.
"Yes master! I am going to brutally rape her!"
Evil Twin: Look at his wide smile. He scares me!
I walked out of the shopping mall feeling disatisfied. Just my luck to have bump into someone so rude even though she was much older than me, an elder to be precise.
I swear that if I ever see her again, I would not show her any mercy.
After hours of walking, I decided to sit at one of the benches near Esplanade and take a breather.
I took out my discman from my bag and listened to one of Ayumi Hamasaki's ballad song. Soothing it was to my ears.
Abruptly, I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I took the earpiece from my ears and turned back.
"Oink! Oink! I am a cute cuddly pig. Buy me and you can have a pleasurable time mating with me! Oink! Oink!"
Eww! No way! I thought. Mating with a pig is like courtinig your death. Besides, it's a soft toy. It neither correspond to the partner's movement nor moans.
So what's the good use of mating with a soft toy much less with a pig. That's so grossed.
I grabbed the piggy forcefully and threw it into the river.
Good riddance!
All I need now is some peace so that I could enjoy listening to my Ayumi Hamsaki's songs.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Wednesday, February 2, 2005
Insanity 101 (NC 16)
This is an inside joke between Adam , Lionel, Jaka and I. Cock Lan is our chemistry teacher back then in secondary school while J is one of our best friends.
Both of them are funny characters in our secondary school life.
Miss Tan or should I say Cock Lan was one the wackiest teacher we ever had. We don't call her Cock Lan for no apparent reasons but that Cock Lan is part of her name. Unusual for someone to name their child that kind of name.
It sounds rather crude and I always wondered what her colleagues and friends would address her. Miss Tan or Cock Lan?
That I must really ponder hard.
J, our best friend has very big assets. Whenever she walks, her big boobs would boucne and bounce so hard that we feared they might fall off from her chest.
Thus we decided to create a very crude joke; Miss Tan Cock Lan Vs J.
How ironic could it get?
Miss Cock Lan: Hey! Who do you think you are showing your chest like that in front of me?
Miss J: What! Where got where got wh...
Cock Lan slapped her silly b4 she could finish.
Miss J: Why did you slap me? Now you shall pay!!
Without a second to lose, she adjusted both her mighty black lotus and started firing like nobody's business. Cock Lan had nipples stuck on everywhere of her body.
Miss Cock Lan: Hmph! Now my turn! HEIYA!
Sounds from her rattling bobby begin to arise as they spin and spin just waiting to fire. Cock Lan stood firm with legs rooted strong to the ground as she raise both her arms up high!
J did a scan on her. Target detected. Opponent's move: mk91 machine gun installed, stench of cock and lan, acidic milk.
Miss Cock Lan: FIGHTO ON!! Chik kin!
Tetetetete boom boom tatatatatatata boom. Spheesh spheesh spheesh.
J knew what was coming but it was useless to resist.
A: I don't know...all I saw left was one of her booby.
R: Rats...that painting is worth a fortune!
A: What!! You never told me that.
R: Well I suppose we can always get another copy by asking Miss Tan to pose nude again.
A: I suppose so... I tell you ah, in my wrestling game on Xbox I've created the prefect Miss tan along with theas her opening theme...One day you must come and see.
Me: ...
Alright! Let's not get too crude and obscene here. Talking about obscenity, two days ago while I was having a two hours break before the next lesson, I spotted something really obscene.
I saw a Malay woman in her fourties walking on the pathway to the bus-stop. Nothing unusual about that you might say. But you are so wrong.
She was wearing a shirt that was somewhat see-through and I realized she wasn't wearing any bra at all at that particular time.
I was shocked.
Without thinking, I told my other gal classmates about it and thier eyes wide opened.
One of them even insisted that I was enjoying at the sight of the gigantic boobs as I was laughing and smiling away.
Obviously, I wasn't enjoying. I was disgusted by that sight. The woman was messy and filthy. But I really pity her.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
This is an inside joke between Adam , Lionel, Jaka and I. Cock Lan is our chemistry teacher back then in secondary school while J is one of our best friends.
Both of them are funny characters in our secondary school life.
Miss Tan or should I say Cock Lan was one the wackiest teacher we ever had. We don't call her Cock Lan for no apparent reasons but that Cock Lan is part of her name. Unusual for someone to name their child that kind of name.
It sounds rather crude and I always wondered what her colleagues and friends would address her. Miss Tan or Cock Lan?
That I must really ponder hard.
J, our best friend has very big assets. Whenever she walks, her big boobs would boucne and bounce so hard that we feared they might fall off from her chest.
Thus we decided to create a very crude joke; Miss Tan Cock Lan Vs J.
How ironic could it get?
Miss Cock Lan: Hey! Who do you think you are showing your chest like that in front of me?
Miss J: What! Where got where got wh...
Cock Lan slapped her silly b4 she could finish.
Miss J: Why did you slap me? Now you shall pay!!
Without a second to lose, she adjusted both her mighty black lotus and started firing like nobody's business. Cock Lan had nipples stuck on everywhere of her body.
Miss Cock Lan: Hmph! Now my turn! HEIYA!
Sounds from her rattling bobby begin to arise as they spin and spin just waiting to fire. Cock Lan stood firm with legs rooted strong to the ground as she raise both her arms up high!
J did a scan on her. Target detected. Opponent's move: mk91 machine gun installed, stench of cock and lan, acidic milk.
Miss Cock Lan: FIGHTO ON!! Chik kin!
Tetetetete boom boom tatatatatatata boom. Spheesh spheesh spheesh.
J knew what was coming but it was useless to resist.
And here's another one.
R: Where is the painting of the fallen Madonna?A: I don't know...all I saw left was one of her booby.
R: Rats...that painting is worth a fortune!
A: What!! You never told me that.
R: Well I suppose we can always get another copy by asking Miss Tan to pose nude again.
A: I suppose so... I tell you ah, in my wrestling game on Xbox I've created the prefect Miss tan along with the
Me: ...
Alright! Let's not get too crude and obscene here. Talking about obscenity, two days ago while I was having a two hours break before the next lesson, I spotted something really obscene.
I saw a Malay woman in her fourties walking on the pathway to the bus-stop. Nothing unusual about that you might say. But you are so wrong.
She was wearing a shirt that was somewhat see-through and I realized she wasn't wearing any bra at all at that particular time.
I was shocked.
Without thinking, I told my other gal classmates about it and thier eyes wide opened.
One of them even insisted that I was enjoying at the sight of the gigantic boobs as I was laughing and smiling away.
Obviously, I wasn't enjoying. I was disgusted by that sight. The woman was messy and filthy. But I really pity her.
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Tuesday, February 1, 2005
Running
Love is somewhat similar to finding your tree in the wood.
Some people fall in love with the first tree while others would continue their search for their perfect tree but still ended up coming out of the woods alone.
As I journeyed through the woods, I found the first tree that i had set my eyes on but unfortunately, I lost it.
But now I'm in search of the tree again...
I love this quote alot. Not that I'm in search of another tree but I already found mine.
Since morning, I was running. I was late for school so I decided to take the MRT instead. I ran from my house to the station which was 2.5 kilometers apart.
And at the train station, upon learning that the train had arrived. I dashed to the control station, up the stairs to the platform at the second floor and slipped my way past the closing doors of the train.
The other passengers were looking at me as if I am an alien but who cares. And when I arrived at my destination, I still kept on running, fearing that I would be late for class.
I only stopped when I was already settled down in class.
Feeling tired, I decided to delicate some of the project tasks to my team members. Not that I am lazy but I was lethargic.
Fearing that I would not do well for the six round run for my Sports and Wellness lesson, I decided to forgo it and go home instead.
After school, I went to the place where there were alot of Saga Seed trees and I started to pick the seeds up from the ground. Passer-bys stared at me as if I was some kind of a freak.
LOL!
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
Love is somewhat similar to finding your tree in the wood.
Some people fall in love with the first tree while others would continue their search for their perfect tree but still ended up coming out of the woods alone.
As I journeyed through the woods, I found the first tree that i had set my eyes on but unfortunately, I lost it.
But now I'm in search of the tree again...
I love this quote alot. Not that I'm in search of another tree but I already found mine.
Since morning, I was running. I was late for school so I decided to take the MRT instead. I ran from my house to the station which was 2.5 kilometers apart.
And at the train station, upon learning that the train had arrived. I dashed to the control station, up the stairs to the platform at the second floor and slipped my way past the closing doors of the train.
The other passengers were looking at me as if I am an alien but who cares. And when I arrived at my destination, I still kept on running, fearing that I would be late for class.
I only stopped when I was already settled down in class.
Feeling tired, I decided to delicate some of the project tasks to my team members. Not that I am lazy but I was lethargic.
Fearing that I would not do well for the six round run for my Sports and Wellness lesson, I decided to forgo it and go home instead.
After school, I went to the place where there were alot of Saga Seed trees and I started to pick the seeds up from the ground. Passer-bys stared at me as if I was some kind of a freak.
LOL!
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
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