YES JAMES WHAT NICE WORDS YOU HAVE PUT ON THE BACK OF MY BLOG

hello. firstly, let me apologise for the words at the back of my blog. yesyes i know its very funny to have such a beautiful description of a yellow sponge's underwear splattered across the webpage. this is due to the mistake of the very interesting individual as mentioned above. it will be rectified as soon as possible, so dont go crying over the minute corruption of my awe-inspiring online diary. do not worry, i know my insights are greatly required.( James, if you are reading this, thanks for yesterday, but for now, SCREW YOU! =D)

back to business.

tampered eggs, a lot of money, a waste of time, nonsensical instructions? no, im not talking about Kenneth's future Gynaecology Clinic. As Temasekians fully know, im referring to W.T. and her troupe of students' Singapore Amazing Race. Worksheets filled with stupid mix-arounds and Sudoku, eggs that were obviously not going to handle 4 hours of cross country-ing over the whole island of Singapore in your hand, pocket, bag, or other vague parts of the human anatomy ( which i wont be going into). Powered with the help of 320 students and the morning crowd cramming into a 6-7 metre long buses and the reminder that we had 5 lengthy stations to be completed within 2-2 1/2 hours ( travel time deducted), leaving no time for rest, food consumption or toilet breaks. now, that couldn't be so hard, could it?

STFU. You have no idea.

The first task was to fix a simple jigsaw puzzle. the only easy part of the event. however, pieces of the puzzle kept flying off the completed piece and there was a large flood of students messing around to show their "masterpiece" and to get their first clue. me and joel decided to step back to watch Kimberly, Minshuang and Co. try to force their way through the coagulation. after 5 years had passed, or 5 minutes of DJ Maxing, we got the worksheet and the goddamned egg. Wendy said these were personally bought to ensure that this event was enjoyable, but i sure as hell hope that the eggs were not her personal belongings. who knows what premarital trouble Joel could get into.

Looking at the screwed white particles moving around one another at the bus stop, we decided to head over to the previous bus stop, where we took 14 and were much to our dismay subjected to 10 minutes of hardcore groping and touching( i shall not delve into deeper descriptions). Took a train and reached our destination finally. Chinatown. What wonderful memories of our forefathers entering a shaded brothel and paying 10 dollars for a BJ. Had to find where the Trishaws are parked. Damn Raffles, because he chose such a nice and cosy corner to park over 50 of them, hidden behind chairs and storehouses and who knows what other things. In the end, we had to answer some History questions to the SC, but were instead reminisced of snorning on the table.

Following that, me and Joel opted to complete the optional quests (a fitting word for a player of Gayple Story)to earn an extra 40 marks at Changi Airport and Little India. During this tiring but funny ordeal, i learnt some things about him.

1. He finds being born as a girl better.
2. Takes pictures of unscenic actions of people and other nonsense.
3. Always suggests to ask a person for help, but doesn't ask himself. =D
4. Uses his handphone prepaid card like water ( perhaps due to the unstoppable calls of Kimberly and Minshuang and love messages to his GOOD FRIEND.)
5.Trains on DJ MAX everytime he sits down. ( srry, forced into his head by me)

We took the train back to Tanah Merah after getting a picture with an air stewardess ( again me being so enthusiastically volunteered by Joel). By that time, we had only 10 minutes left to get back to school and our team members were split up all around Singapore. Raj (self-proclaimed leader), Kimberly and Xiaoshi in Pasir Panjang, Minshuang( 13dian), SY and Jeremy in Kembangan. Regrouped, got back to school late and with a broken egg. ( above suggestion supported by us seeing W.T. getting a bit emotional at this point in time.)

But WTH, we had fun.

Another Food for Thought, Quattad.

i'm just your typical forteen year old boy. adolescent, dealing with growing pains just as any other normal human teenager would. except what sets me apart is that i go by the name of glen and i am the supposed owner of this forsaken web page. i'm odd in the way that i have very frequent moodswings and i argue a lot with everyone - including my best friend, who's well, pretty much non-existant. so i guess i'm your typical, not-so-typical guy.
i'm just who i am. metro, a SNAG and the oh-so-annoying bitch. lazy, cranky, irritable and irritating in every way. just living out my life as normal as i possibly can. with friends that can hurt me to the core and enemies that surprise me. it's no wonder i keep this blog.