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Friday, April 30
This post here might be slightly more raunchy to the more conservative ones out there so...yeah....you know what to do. I've always seen myself as sort of lecherous and perverted in a good, i-can-still-control-myself sort of way but I don't know...can't help it I guess to have these thoughts. I think every guy does have these thoughts in their mind at some point but they just don't voice it out because they dont want to be seen as a pervert or they're too conservative. Or simple because they're a block of wood who's whole life revolves around CounterStrike or whatever game's hot right now.
So yah. I've always had these lingering thoughts in my mind. You know you're asked to strip (not everybody though I understand that) in front of a doctor when you're in primary 6? We go behind the curtain (at least this happened to me I don't know about other guys) and the (female) doctor starts to say take of your shirt and shorts. So we innocent young boys do what she says gingerly and nervously and strip to our underwear. Then she asks us to pivot around and to check our backbone and whatever nonsense she wants to do. Finally, ta-da! showtime. So....yah. "Take off your underwear." she says and we do it. But the most humiliating part I guess would be when she eyes our dicks and actually starts to FONDLE them. Rubbing and touching and lifting with her cold hands and god knows what else. So yeah. Horrible ordeal. Stop going eeewww or laughing. Stop it. STOP IT!!!!!!!!!
One thing I've wondered though is what happened to girls. I've asked around and yes been called lecherous for doing that ahaaa. So girls supposedly go behind the curtain in their PE shirts and shorts and the nurse pulls open their shorts to check for pubic hair or something and then asks them to lift up their bras because she wants to feel their budding breasts for breast cancer and stuff like that. So yah. That's what supposedly happens. Anybody care to enlighten?
What's so good about the T-shirt bra too? I see the advertisement on TV, it looks and works just like a normal bra. But I'm seeing some girls go gaga over the bra because its supposedly VERY comfortable. Someone said it was the material that made it very comfortable and expensive, but yah, even aunties are replacing their own worn out underwire whatever bras with it so I'm wondering what's the draw of the bra. I dont know I dont wear bras so I dont know very much about them ahhaaa. But yah, suppose some VERY comfortable underwear or boxers come out and I'd go gaga over them too ahhaa.
And I'm confused by bra sizes! Okay...I initally though B was quite hmm hefty already at first but then I'm having second thoughts on it. Because boobs that are not exactly what guys would call big or normal in Singapore are a B cup. So yah. Wait. A Cup is what people would term an airport. So B would be supposedly average? So girls with at least some bulge from their chest are likely a B cup then? eh? And what about the myth where people say you acn tell the size of a guy's dick by looking at his middle finger? Okay I measured (!) and they tally...so? I dont think guys who have shorter middle fingers have smaller dicks though....
so yah. Summary.
I got molested by a paedophlic nurse in primary school
What happens to girls behind that DAMNED CURTAIN!
what's the draw of the T-shirt bra?
bra sizes! explain! argh. I know stuff like half cup full cup lace whatever but sizes! argh!
lots of guys would love to be able to tell a girl's bra size just by looking. I'm no different.
I have trouble differentating B Cup from A Cup and C Cup
I don't think guys dicks are propotional to their middle fingers. Although mine is.
anybody care to enlighten?
so yah. stop going eeewww now. Stop. STOPIT!!!!!!!! I'm a pervert yes I know ladadada..........
Thursday, April 29
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Goodbye TN0405A. All the wonderful memories. All the cheating, all the fun, all the laughter and the na may ha may ha. haha. A great class with great people. All good things must come to and end.
Few more days and the reality of a new class will be born. Nothing stays but forever the memories remains. All the best for year 2.
Love,
William Lim.
Hey! tell me if you see:
scrollbars of any sort on this page
stuff out of position
Barney pooping
objectionable material e.g. my face
pornographic material e.g. my face
irritating material e.g. my face
other stuff youre not happy with on this blog.
I'll go cover up the ad later on. Thank you. Now go and water the plants.
Wednesday, April 21
I WANT THE BLACK PEPPER SEAFOOD PASTA FROM SWENSENS!!!!! *drools*
Saturday, April 17
Hey there.....
So yeah....I took down the old blog and I'm gonna change the entire thing because a certain Miss Cheong Jiashan had problems viewing it...I don't know why she couldn't...my guess is that there were some settings with some multimedia I used on my blog in the past that conflicted with her laptop/PC settings yadayadayadayada...my initial idea that made me stick to the previous look and feel for more than a year was for familiarity....but I think it kinda became 'too familiar' and stale. So I took this template from somewhere else (I like The Simpsons) and kinda just erm, pasted it in! I think you can see that I cant be bothered to even edit the links at the side properly and host the image myself ahhaa...temporary I guess until I can be arsed to modify this thing here or do one myself during the holidays (p.s. 'tis my holidays now) ;)
Thursday, April 15
gimme a while to fix this thing here. it aint ready yet. IT AINT READY YET WOOOOOOOOOOOO MAMASITA WHOS THE BIG DADDYYYYYYYYYYY IT AINT REEADY YET *clap* IT AINT READY YET *Clapclap* IT AINT READYYYYYYYY YETTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! WOOOOOOOO
in short: it aint ready yet.
Wednesday, April 14
and i'll let you have a peep at my (former) classmates' mugshots.
look at how _______ they are. awwwww.
oh how i hate separation.
imustberesilienntimustberesilientimustbe resilient.
and i dont wanna go for some stupid camp tomorrow.
but i must go.
sigh.
Sunday, April 11
Ridiculous conversation.
Mrs Tan says:
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William says:
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William says:
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Mrs Tan says:
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William says:
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Mrs Tan says:
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William says:
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Mrs Tan says:
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William says:
wow
William says:
wth
Frustrated.
I look back at the day where I stepped out the hall, feeling odd. Very odd. It was my school's graduation ceremony and I remembered feeling that the whole thing was a waste of my time. I walked out of the school hall, decked in some long sleeved blue shirt wondering what was going to happen to me. Where was I going to end up? What was I going to do? Who do I want to keep in contact with? Yeah...I worried about my future....right now I still do.
I look at me now, and in a way I'm pleased that I've moved on from the people in secondary school. I still do keep in contact with a few of them and hold them close to me, and they'll probably stay in my life for a long time to come, I can;t choose who I get to stay in contact with, but I suppose I'll have to make do. One thing though is that I'm gradually cutting away ties with fringe friends, one, by one. I used to moan and whine about separation from my classmates, I think it was rather silly of me to do so back then.
I look at me now and wonder whether its good or not that I'd decided to be more blunt in what I say and bossy in what I do. Obviously I still have to control myself at times but yeah....I wouldn't mind being a dictator these days. I crave attention, yes I do. I love lording over others, yes I do. I love acting intelligent, yes I do. Perfectly suited for a dictator, I suppose. I can't be one though, so that's brought me down to Earth.
I think that lots of people on Earth are worthless, boring beings, destined to live out their lives sitting a desk from 9-5. I cringe at people who are content to sit in class everyday and pretend to be invisible, and at the people who would seemingly be prepared to die for the school. Everytime when something crops up it's always the same few people who are the organisers, the committees and stuff like that. Boring. I know a few of the club presidents in my school though - a couple of them are in my class. They, I feel are the proper club presidents, perfect students, not some attention craving freak or overzealous dude who's prepared to die for the (pathetic) school, judging by the amount of stuff they're doing. These people are crap.
I am interested in design these days, I admit it. I want to be seen as someone who's arty-farty, I admit it. I long to be recognized in the school, wherever I go as some design guru. But I can't achieve that. I'm not good enough to be one. I always feel that the stuff I do is amateurish, or that there's something missing from it and that some guy who's the real McCoy can do something much better. The stuff I do is terrible. Art runs through my family I suppose, a few of my cousins have won some award for advertisements and paintings and stuff like that...I've won a couple of awards myself for some anti-smoking poster I drew way back in primary school. But I feel there's always something missing from the stuff that I do. And I long for the ability. Conversely though, I feel I might have to break away from the norm and just unleash what I have in mind. But still, I lack the technical ability to express out what I have in my mind. Hmm.
I hate being ignored. Really hate it. Attention craving I suppose. I look at myself over the past couple of years and see myself changing...and I'm pleased with it. To hell with boring people. I may be a boring person myself too - I never know - but hell I don't care.
Will write something more positive these few days. Really needed an outlet to get these disjointed issues and thoughts out of my mind. The 'mouse' I usually turn to for expressing my thoughts has been rather monosyllabic and sullen recently...possibly irritated with me or uber-busy or something...so these thoughts kinda iterated through my mind, waiting for a release...I feel much better now. Now who wants to eat Swedish meatballs and go Topman or Kinokuniya? ahhaaa...
p.s. Thank you Calvin Wong ;)
p.p.s Alan you owe me $9.70 ahhaa
Wednesday, April 7
and I shall do some crappy motivational posters. Ah Kok ka li kong hor, CONFIRM WORK ONE LAH THESE POSTERS ahhaa VERY MOTIVATING
confirm work one lah. now go and clean your room. GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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