As we pass these boring days by, and as Allis is going into NDU, I feel a certain issue bugging me, something that has never occurred regularly, it's called printing notes.

In poly, of which many of my readers are very jaded of, is the challenging task of printing notes. There are boondocks of notes that accumulate over the weekend for your weekly classes and printing them is plainly a whore, I mean... chore.

Which brings me to the topic of Global Warming. How are we going to comply to Al Gore's call of nature preservation if we are constantly printing notes in such large quantities as if exhilarated by the chugging sounds of the printer, which you can easily hear when you switch on Grandma's Nag Channel near the TV set at home. Don't the trees have a say in this?

But without wasting my finger power any further on Global Warming, we should get back to the rant on lectures taught in a distasteful fashion and tutorials that are designed to kill time, and minds. Some of you may hardly agree, but it is true to an astonishing point how I can sleep through lectures even with my awesome attitude toward my academic excellence, proving how lectures this semester have been fantastically effective at being boring. Tutorials have also breached past limits and set new records where there were classwork given to 'spice' things up, and just as how subtle insecticides are at achieving their purpose, tutorials introduce me to new material in an exciting learning environment.

This story is inspired by my dearest brother from another mother, Allis, in the sense of writing down notes for curious readers. Do note that this is a descriptive and not meant to be intellectually rivaling anyone's works nor criticizing any other individuals who feel targetted by what goes down in the note.

As some of you who have engaged in current intellectual exchanges with yours truly, may have already realized that I'm in Temasek Polytechnic and am in a particular course that deals with the Hospitality and Tourism. In my current semester, I am made to take on a subject dredged by many known as Service Skills Management.

Through this note, I would be scrutinizing the effects on a sane human being that this subject has. To start the day, even before a preview of the sun signals the start of the day, I am already up, anticipating the first encounter and foreseeing the possible outcomes. Reaching at 7.45a.m. was a rule they have selfishly implemented, and from there sparks the beginning of the grueling 8hours of misery and agony. Truly, a pale comparison to average day of any other student who would still be sluggishly crawling around their personal space or still be playing dead on their bed.

The first ordeal: No further can fellow students of the same subject get from 'waltzing in quietly into the meeting room'. Déjà vu of a high class fish market is seen as three men in suits scrutinize you, seemingly staring straight through what one is desperately trying to hide. Negative thoughts are then verbalized and your grooming would be pointed out to be, a mess. A mundane two hours would be wasted in a disgusting fashion of screaming and growling by an animalistic teacher who is in need of no less than fifty sessions with my friend Allis and a strict diet to put him anywhere near the recognizable shape of a human.

The second ordeal: Moving into the 'Brunch' break, instead of having a meal, ignorant offenders were told to get a haircut. I was in the list. I had already had a haircut which I sincerely approve to be, Short and Sweet. The animal growled," You call this a haircut?", called out a monk, who had decided to get education, from the midst of those gleefully heading for brunch, and proclaimed, " THIS is a haircut."
Generations have passed since the days where haircuts were all about shaving one's head, but this animal has been blessed with longevity, and I shall give it to him that he is the experiencing divine intervention in the extension of his life span. Deprived of a meal, life must go on in the boot camp.

The third ordeal: Faced with an array of utensils and contraptions used in the queer art of Fine Dining, students are now tasked to remember the labels of these extravagant items. With about seventy mind-boggling contraptions to remember by name and shape, the hunger for knowledge is subtly silenced and the sinking feeling of information overload promptly informs our cognition that we are going to need a break again. But alas, this is the precise preparation to set the stage for the final item on the list of punishments in store for us.

The Last Boss: It is now made clear, that even if you're going to live five years shorter, being a left-handed person has its' perks. The technique of holding a gun known as a tray, and ammo known as bricks is definitely profound way beyond me. Taught in two methods, tray-carrying is identified as a physically demanding activity, especially if the teachers mistake bricks for cups of juices/glasses of wine.

However, as the minutes tick by, the highly anticipated moment when we were released has to arrive eventually. The phenomenon known as 'Euphoria' can be studied on the faces of the students, as the cool touch of your home clothes covers the fatigue accumulated when in the service uniform. The surge of unexplainable joy is the only reason one can smile after going through turmoil, only to face the creature again next week.

Nope. No "YAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!" this time.
Examination week, plus my quats and back still hurt from gym session.

Anyway, since this blog's is called "Let Me Dream", I figured I should write something about my dreams.
Apparently, my morbid little dream is getting more vivid, and I'm progressing further, like some sort of story. Initially it was just me finding myself in a really run-down city, where ALL things only had the same color: grey The sky was crimson though. Typical setting.
Then slowly, walks out zombies from all directions *shrugs at the idea of resident evil*
THEN, I start lashing out a blade that seems like it was synthesized onto my forearm (alike to that in Full Metal Alchemist)
On goes the killing for awhile... then I wake up. Good thing I didn't die in there. haha.

YA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All's not good. School started. My classmates aren't as dope as wished.
BUT, it's a new lifestyle(which is pretty screwed but whatever...)
And I'm getting Abs =D
Well... At least that's pretty soon, in a month or so.

YA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flag Touchdown. Day1 of week15 AirAlert CLEAR~!
I'm good.

YA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Ya! It's week13 of AirAlert. My one and only happy week. FULL REST.
The sad thing is that my hardest week, the last week, happens to be the week my school starts.
Bummer... Going to my first days of school like a zombie isn't funny. Not one bit.
Oh well... That's just the way it is. Gotta get it done and over with. I hope my lifelessness doesn't create a bad image of me (Whilst my classmates should get to understand me better over time, first impressions always count. right?)

hey hey!
moving on to air alert 11th week... my legs are gonna hurt...

YA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AirAlert week9 ALMOST conquered. Almost is pretty cool sometimes.
The only whore left, oops I meant "chore".
As I was saying, the only chore left is to wake up at 6 or sometime around there to do the last day of AirAlert week9 before going to the exhibition to work...

YA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
8th week AirAlert completed.
Gyming is helping... I think.
Now all i gotta do is remove the excess skin...

It's been awhile folks.
I've been tied down by poly administration stuff... The usual papers and draggy processes.
But I've conquered AirAlert Week 7, and am about to start the conquest of the 8th, the so-called margin if i am capable enough for the coming weeks. I'll own. Definitely.
YA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

YAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
The worst day of the 5th week of AirAlert is nailed, which also translates to 5th week GET!

Alright alright, awesome as it is, I'd move on to stuff.
A friend was thinking of a Genting-Highlands trip in march before he finally goes to NS. Nice.
Pondering if I'm gonna be allowed to go. It's a teens kinda thing ya?
And pondering if I should bring my fans (such as you) along.

Whazuuuuuuup!
Haha. I came over a conversation that my friend showed me and that inspired this post's opening.

Kon. - Footos Mint. The Fresh Fighter. says:
Whuzzah?
[.::.I took it all out of fear of losing you.::.] says:
the ceiling =)
Kon. - Footos Mint. The Fresh Fighter. says:
whuzzowwwn#
[.::.I took it all out of fear of losing you.::.] says:
the floor =)
Kon. - Footos Mint. The Fresh Fighter. says:
whuuuuuzetweeeeen
[.::.I took it all out of fear of losing you.::.] says:
the wall =)
Kon. - Footos Mint. The Fresh Fighter. says:
:B
Kon. - Footos Mint. The Fresh Fighter. says:
whuuuuuuuuuzright
[.::.I took it all out of fear of losing you.::.] says:
the windoe =)
Kon. - Footos Mint. The Fresh Fighter. says:
whuuuuz... fuck this o-o
Kon. - Footos Mint. The Fresh Fighter. says:
hi
[.::.I took it all out of fear of losing you.::.] says:
lol hey



Everytime I have conversations and I start with "sup", "wassup" or "wats up",
this was the direction i was hoping it goes. Haha

Let me start of by saying "Fuck all the relatives on my mother's side for not turning up anywhere and thus not giving me more red packets <=> money."
Anyway, I'm grateful to each new year, it gives me a chance to see my relatives not that I wanna see them that much, but there's the monetary value in seeing them during this period, you know.

For this year, I have a few wishes, namely the following :
1st, May my bros in JC do well and get all the girls
2nd, May my friends remain alive till the next time I see them
3rd, May all the DumbFucks who are going to cross fates with me this year die before doing so.

And that's about all.
Have a Nice Day, Bored-Reader

I got ninety nine problems and a bench is still one. T_T
Did bench-presses yesterday till my left shoulder felt a little dislocated, and as I type this crap, the arm still feels out of place.
Yesterday was ALMOST all-good but as i was getting done with my Jack Knife exercise (it's an exercise for abs) , a fat lady who apparently works as a trainer at the gym, asked me to get a towel for 1.50 at the counter cuz I forgot to bring mine.
Words like "What the F***", "Screw you" and many more instantly flashed in my brain. But as usual, I did the mature thing and said, "I was about to leave, thank you"
HAHA got her there.

Firstly, I'd like to announce to myself that I've finished week 2 of AirAlert. When I'm done with week 15, my status will be upgraded from "venn" to "King venn". You'll understand if you do AirAlert. heheh.

Anyway, moving on to the not so important stuff.
I never saw the continuation of the dream, which is something more realistic. That friend's sister (whom I was together with) is far from the docile persona she had in my dream. So it's in a ways a good thing. And I can never for the life of me reveal the name, cuz IF word somehow got to her (since you people reading are all bored people you may decide to spread it)
then I'm dead meat.

Moving on, I'm now documenting a friend's quotes for the book he's going to write in the future. The name has not been decided on yet, but its a book related to getting girls *hahaha*
So you go-getters and rookies out there can pre-order the book with me, not that it may actually be written *hahaha*

Heheh... It's me again.
It's been awhile, but due to popular demand(?) I'm back to writing this stuff.
Anyways, its a good thing that the demand came in yesterday, cuz I had a weird dream...
It was about how a friend's sister and I were together. The catch is, i haven't seen either my friend nor her sister for like, 1year+
Fushibi desu ne? (It's a mystery isn't it?)
We were kinda like newly together in the dream though, and haven't even got the FrenchKiss part correct yet, haha. and here i thought tat was one of the basic parts I'd accomplish almost immediately. But its a dream, so i don't blame myself. Besides, unless she's really hot, maximum age is 1year younger, no younger than that =)

Anyway, to those reading this hit(or something tat rhymes with hit, like... shit?)
You're probably very bored and I'm glad this stuff isn't bringing a smile to your face, I'm not a comedian.
But I DO wish you a happy CNY, and IF you're not chinese, then you gotta wait till your new year haha.
Till the next post, Venn is out!

Chilling out, twiddling my thumbs, typing this crap.
But seriously, the SITEX IT Fair job was NOT Fair to me ; The pay sucks. But oh well, life's like that. This turns out to be a diary rather than something for people to read.

Yippy~
Today I was lucky or is it just a random way to get back my kindness in the form of luck or something...
I handed 10bucks to the lady for some bread my mum asked me to buy, and she gave me 40bucks extra change. HAHA

Jesus Christ, I'm back from my OTHER exams (the last one) and I'm so screwed.
Polytechnic is DEFINITE.
But anyway, I should always move along, and not get dampened by the fact that I've thrown away 1 year out of my precious lifetime doing something as fruitless as staying in a JC that I can't continue.
Watch out poly-goers, Venn Is On The Loose, movie premiers next year.

I got 5 simple words for everyone today.
"Hi people!" and "Damn, my exams..."
Yes, although i was studying (or attempting to) for the past many days,
I still think I'm screwed hard this time around...
Maybe I shud just go to poly? Wonder...

AND YES, THERE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE PHOTOS FOR MY PREVIOUS BLOG, BUT SOMEONE HASN'T SENT ME THEM YET. SOMEONE CALLED STENPHE*