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As the saying goes,'Once bitten, twice shy.'Despite the adage, Glennson, the self-proclaimed ex-convict, does not seem apprehensive about breaking the law AGAIN. Wow! How brazen! He must have eight testicles, akin to Doctor Octopus's eight mechanical tentacles. The only serious repercussion is he, like Doctor Octopus, has no control over his excessive testosterone.

That was why on a particularly ordinary day, Glennson, who perpetually had rudimentary questions for Mr Gayang, seized the golden opportunity when it came. A peitite and voluptuous Ms Coo tingled the raging hormones in Glennson's eight testicles. The testicles sent a seismic shockwave, which would have recorded 10.0 on the Ritcher scale, to his brain and he involuntarily took a swipe at her humongous breasts. I heard the acidic accusations when I was about to go into the staff room. 'Glennson, you pervert! I'm going to sue you!' shrieked Ms Coo with a finger pointed at Glennson. He reacted promptly by apologising with utmost alacrity to Ms Coo although we know how hypocritical he is. With a brain relatively puny to her breasts, Ms Coo managed to distinguish Glennson's real intentions and insisted on taking legal action. Glennson, who had been to the police post before, had no qualms about sitting behind bars. However, getting incarcerated simply because he touched her abdominals was not worthwhile. Glennson was at his wit's ends.

Fortunately, Ms Coo was kind enough and offered him a way out. 'I will let you off, only if you allow me to taste your pineapple head that is as juicy as my squishy boobs,' she said. Glennson shouted 'Yes' o.oooooooooooooooooooooo1 seconds after Ms Coo finished her sentence. Glennson heaved a sigh of relief albeit missing a huge chunk of his cranium

In retrospect, Glennson concluded that it was a chance spurned rather than a grope earned. He was full of self-reproach for not targeting a slightly higher region. Resigned to his fate, he trudged home in solitude. His grey silhouette and preposterous belfry were a solemn yet silly sight to behold. Wails of 'Weeeellll!' could be heard resonating across the empty roads.

Cheer up Glennson. You'll get it the next time!



While watching 长江7号 (CJ7), I noticed a pet sermon of Stephen Chow. The paragraph that was repeated was something like this: 我们虽然穷，但是只要不吹牛，不打架，不属于自己的东西不要拿，努力读书，不管到哪里都会被人尊重。These words may sound familiar to some of us. You may have heard them from your parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts etc. However, how many of us actually live by these principles? These may seem elementary to any human being that has existed for a significant amount of time, but you know that you will still break these rules no matter if you are a energetic youth or a middle-aged family man or some century-old artifact. You need not be a philosopher like Plato, Aristotle or Socrates to figure these out.

Let me put a challenge to all of you: Try living a week abiding by these simple rules. I guarantee that you will definitely feel respected. You may not feel respected by anyone else but at the very least, there is one person that respects you: YOU.



For all those who are still befuddled by my previous post, I would take this opportunity to clear the air. The previous post is simply for illustration purposes and somewhat of a prologue to the topic today. After the clarifications, I shall now cut to the crux of today's blog post.

Strife, conflict and attrition has always been perennial throughout history. Ostensibly, it is the aggression inherent in humans that leads to all these. After the innumerable conquests of Alexander the Great from the days of yore, the Great War, the Cold War and the ongoing war on terrorism, human beings, ironically, abhor the notion of another war. Unfortunately, pursuant to Murphy's Law, another war is inevitable. In an epoch of seamless connectivity, the quintessential war has been redefined. It has taken on a different platform: the Internet. Yes, many of you may have guessed it. The war I am insinuating is none other than the Blog War.

From time immemorial, the first instance of provocation was from a certain (probably North) Korean who was derided for his immature behaviour. Being a typical (North) Korean, he just could not take it lying down. He decided to come up wtih his own witty rhetoric, which was somewhere along the lines of lying through your teeth or fucking through your teeth or both at the same time. After that, there was another similar case of a Chinese immigrant being vituperated for his wet uniform fetish. Of course, there were memorable quotes from this ruckus too, such as Pee on the ground and look at your own reflection. You will see your mum waking you up for fun and teaching you how to spell the word 'theirs'.

Stated above are merely the appetisers as more rivalries ensue in time to come. From the vantage point of an outsider, the war seems to be escalating and it is only wise to not bother myself with any sort of diplomatic intervention. Someone, a Malaysian in fact, attempted to meddle in their affairs and got silenced partly due to his nosiness and mainly due to his nationality. Therefore, the matter is best resolved at the involved parties' own discretion.

To conclude, I would like to end this post with a quote,' Fighting is for kids.'. PEACE.



Have you ever seen a volcano erupt in Singapore? If you have not, you can see it happen at my home today.

It is not once, not twice or even thrice. It is the countless times tantrums are thrown over infinitesimal and inconsequential matters. The root causes of all these? A strong sense of sanctimony. The belief that one is impossible to err, one is as infallible as the Pope. The perceived nobility and sacrifice for the greater whole. That intrinsic air of obstinate conceitednesss. I am sick and tired of all these.

Today, the incident sparked off my outrage.

Again, a catastrophe initiated by the megalomania in oneself. An impetous rebuttal for the sake of infantile spite. However, what was irrevocably wrong was the frivolous treatment of my life. That, I could not forget. I might forgive but I would not forget. The irresponsible act has etched an indelible scar on my memory.

Do not worry. You will be greeted with my innocuous facade, smartly concealing my hideous, vengeful spirit. Feigned normalcy will return swiftly and the incident will seem surreal, as if all was a dream. However, this is not the first and I guarantee will not be the last. The vicious cycle of reprisal will continue, and only perpetuate at a faster rate until irreversible damgage is done maybe. And only maybe. How devastating the consequences I dare not anticipate. However, there is one aim I am sure of.

What you did to me, I will make you pay for it. Someday.

Someday could be any day, so be prepared. Be very prepared.



Screwed chem SPA today. A matter of paramount importance. Therefore, I am going to mark this day by breaking a precedent. Something of such significance calls for a dramatic entrance.

Crescendo of drums......

......Silence

"FUCK."

Fireworks illuminate the night sky. Can you see them? The hymen of the taboo word has been torn completely. This is one historic moment. Ardent fans of my blog. Covet this moment in time, because you may not get another opportunity to witness an event of such epic proportions. Also, for another more mundane reason.

My demise is imminent.

If you see an article about a student who ends his life after doing badly for his chem SPA, need not think further.

It's me.