After work today I went for my doctor's check up.. Those NS people, I tell you..They're just like cockroaches that don't die- they never give up on trying to force me into the military. Why can't they just respect the fact that I have an INCURABLE DISEASE??!!! Okay so it hasn't been raining much these few days, but STILL. I KNOW my little finger and big toe are going to start hurting at the slightest hint of rain. They obviously don't understand the woes of the elderly. So anyway, today the doctors from the army were all over my finger and toe, prodding it, poking it, examining it to no end. I really wonder if they know anything about arthritis. Needless to say, they followed up on my paperbagitis as well.. which is why i haven't taken a shower in a few days. The liquid paper is starting to peel off but I can assure you, it still looks really credible!! Even my colleagues were asking after me and suggesting all sorts of creams and chinese medicine stuff to put on my face. There's going to be a follow-up check-up next week AGAIN, so I've planned everything out. I won't wash up or shower for this week, and i'll have to be very vigilant in applying the liquid paper every day. Just like putting on make-up.
Anyhow, work was really fun today. I drove around 5 angmohs in a space of 4 hours! And I'm starting to become really fond of my rickshaw. The other ah peks, my fellow chauffeurs, are a pretty fun bunch to hang out with.. although all they do is reminisce about the past.. when there was no NS and stuff.. you know, I'm starting to think I was born at the wrong time. Just hearing their stories makes me sure I would have fit so well in the 50s and 60s.. And they don't really give me stares cos of my paperbag.. I mean, hey, it's a fashion statement man. Those bruddas of mine really understand me.. *touched* hopefully it's not cos they can't see well.. oh wells.. I have to go polish my rickshaw now, my new love!

I decided a 18 year old like me shouldn't be bumming around too much. I should contribute to the country's economy! And fast, before the place lose interest in me, and I have to die off like the fish. I know I'm like... part of this huge pool of school drop-outs, the rubble of Singapore (learnt that from talkingcock.com). Hey! I do keep up with current affairs ok? I'm afterall... well.. I was afterall, part of the elite.

Yea, my point is... I got a job! In the transport industry. I guess I should get moving, literally... If I bum around somemore I'll need to borrow money from the loansharks, all the more I need to prepare myself for the time I need to get away from them. But that's still some time away, I need to run away from the NS admin first.

My eminent job in the transport industry - a rickshaw driver.

Yep, I'm a driver. A chauffeur. I'm in fact also an important part of the Singapore Tourist industry, without me, what's a tourist to do? They can't visit our country's most important heritage - those distinct shophouses in chinatown, unique to this region in the comforts of my rickshaw! Then they'll complain... they'll lose interest... not come to Singapore... and eventually the tourist industry will go bust!

But that, of course... is none of my concern. At least now, I'll have a cheap, private means of transportation. I figured it's quite fast too, in comparison to the army's tanks. So if they come chase me in those bulky tanks, my rickshaw beats them in agility!

Besides, it's a job I'm sure I can do, despite my arthritis. I mean, so many ah peks with obviously worst arthritis cases are rickshaw drivers too. I'll just be careful to leave my little finger and big toe out of the work.

Have you ever owned a fish tank? 'cause there's this thing about owning ornamental fish...
they always die when u lose interest in them. Its as if they can read your mind, and they know that their not wanted. If they were still alive when you lose interest, then your conscience would prod you to at least transport them to the nearest clean long kang where they perhaps may have a fighting chance at survival. This is all very inconveniant, so its a good thing that fish are very considerate. They jus spontaneously all start floating on the water surface when they sense that their not wanted, thus allowing you to flush their bloated bodies down the toilet bowl without any feelings of guilt.

That's how the phrase "go and die" came about, in my opinion. What i can't understand is, if even the fish are so considerate....

WHY MUST THE ARMY ADMIN MAKE SUCH A PEST OF ITSELF WHEN THEY KNOW THAT THEIR NOT WANTED.

gAH

they called up and said that i'll have to go for a medical check-up after my paperbagitis gets cured, so that they can decide which pes to put me in. PESTS. I can't go to the army. Why don't they jus trust me and let me rot in peace? My little finger and big toe DO hurt when it rains. Its DEFINITELY ATHRITIS. I told them that my grandma, who has much experience with the disease, is willing to write a letter of excuse from the army for me.

but no...

"we do not accept sob stories from grandmamas. Only a proper medical certificate will do."

No respect for the elderly. Absolutely none.

and yeah i know that i said i regretting trying to get out of tekong. But that's only because i thought the suckers bought my story. Now that i may be forced to go...i don't know. This feeling of freedom lost. Sucks.

%#@^$#% What happened?! Someone hacked into my blog! A GiRL... and a... Jay Chou fan. Why is this happening to me??? Why must life be so cruel to me??? Why is the world such an evil place??? *runs off to cry*

What should I do now? Oh... change the password. But... how? I mean, I can't seem to find "change password" anywhere on the blogger.com site, only "lost password?" Maybe I should do that. And fast, before that GiRl beat me to it!

Finally, some excitement in my life. Quick quick!!

Nevermind, after this post.

Oh yea, to that meanie: don't you ever mention GIRLS to me! Don't think you can hide behind the "anonymous" title and rub salt on my wounds. I'll find out who you are using your IP address and hunt you down and feed you to maggots at my grave! Muahahahaha!

I'm beginning to regret telling them I'm suffering from paperbagitis to get PES F. And they actually believed me. "Sorry sir, see those white things on my face? The damp conditions in the paperbag caused mould to grow on my face. And (pressing my face closer to him), it's contagious." Yep, I found another use for liquid paper.

But I missed NS! How often do you get the chance to get off mainland, away from all the girls, the heartbreakers, the salt rubbers... and hide in a sorry camp somewhere at... Pulau Tekong?

Ok.. better get off and change my password, before my blog gets hijacked by some, insane jay chou fan, GIRL.

hello everyone~~~~this is weizhen =D


haha...also dunno what to post leh...just very sian now...oh yeah...


JAY CHOU ROCKS!!!!!


haha...doing my part as a fan +D

-disclaimer: HC is really DA BOMB! however, i'm real bitter after getting kicked out. So if you are pro-hc or from the schl administration, or anyone of importance or relevance who may sue/reprimand me, please DO NOT continue. If you do, and then decide to sue/reprimand me, let me be the first to say that this entry was really written by the RJ guy who's jus jealous that he went to RJ instead of joining the great Farmily. I will cooperate if you don't confiscate my wallet.-

you know the song "love is all around", sung by Wet, wet, wet?
well it is so relevant to me right now.

i feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes...

Athritis.

yea retribution jus worms its way back to you.

Sick and stupid(alliteration?). I'm jus a sad case. There....that's what they'll put on my grave stone when my time comes.

"nick, paperbag loser. Sad case. Sad case. REalli sad case..."

and you know what? because noone will come visit this sad tomb, its probably going to be totally devoid of flowers and stuff....agh.

Maybe its better to write something along the lines of
"Army boys and campers you are NOT welcome to SET UP TENT on this grave jus' because it seems empty and disused..."

or an arrow directing them to perhaps a certain principal's tomb, should we have the misfortune of being buried in the same graveyard.

Oh but most people get cremated. And if the releavant person reads this, its jus a mean joke. I have the utmost respect for your farmily. It was just not so nice of you to kick me out of the farm. Perhaps i'm not domesticated enough huh? well had a good time pissing you off. Terribly amusing that. But i forgive you, though seeing you are impervious to error, i guess i can't find anything to forgive. Well now that my temper's cooled i DO admit that HC is a good school which has produced brilliant, brilliant people. So its noone's fault that my bulb's screwed wrong.

However, i have no idea why you sent me that "donate to hc letter"
because that's jus too much.
I can forgive
i can't forget
and i certainly won't donate.

or i'll donate to HCJC instead of HCI....and then we can see the cheque bounce all over the place. Whoo~
Anyway....i have NO future anymore. Donate what?

Along with the donation letter came this small return envelope addressed to the school with a stamp on it. Supposed to be used to send the moola. But since i'm not donating, i will soak that letter in water to remove the stamp, and then i'm going to use that stamp to send some insulting letter to someone, jus to further insult the entire cause. Not that its a bad cause. I'm jus being a bastard.

Hah...gotta get down to work.

'Tis been 1 year and 5 weeks since I last blogged.

I'll leave my sad past behind me now. Please. Don't remind me. A new beginning.

Life's good.
I'm a legend.
I must be the first school dropout HC produced! I haven't checked, but I'm pretty sure it's true.
So I'm back. To share with all my success story.

14 Feb 2005. Monday. Valentine's Day. My Birthday.
I marched up to Ang's office and threw, I repeat, THREW, my letter on his desk. Perfect hit, on the second try (to err is human). Had to be perfect, since I tried out 5 different styles of throw (including crushing up the paper into a ball designed to hit his head) at home, in a room modelled after Ang's office, draft considered. You can't be too sure. In the end I decided on the sideways-slitting-through-air throw. Classic.

To all my fans: Caution. Do not copy blindly for success comes only after 135 practices.

Anyway, as I was saying, I threw my letter on his desk. Then, here comes the best part, I said, "I'm outta here! You can continue farming with your hwa chong faRmily." Hahaha! Wasn't that soooo cool?! Sooo original?! Sooo funny?! I must say I've great wit. I knew it, I ought to get out of school ASAP, you never know what I can do, I might become the world's most famous stand-up comedian! You should have seen his face, hah.

And so, I'm out of school. Actually, I lied. I'm no legendary Nick. I think Ang told the whole of Singapore I've an attitude problem, so no JC wants me, hah. Not as if I want them.

No one missed me and since no one called I can only relate to the world my wonderful story of how I left school here, on this miserable, disused blog. Meatball woman has shifted all her attention to the poor guy I set her up for a date with on Valentine's Day last year.

Having gotten PES F, I'm not going NS either. No friends, no life, just bumming around. And I heard that nice cleaning lady in HC, Miss Loo, died.

The world is such a sad place, perhaps I should wear the paperbag again and cry all day in it.