My Singapore's 1st Day routine - Part 2
Where was I? Oh yes, National University of Singapore aka Dante's 7th circle of Hell where talentless lecturers who pretend to teach, posers and dumbasses go after they died.
I was saying that I always first watch a movie at Clementi Empress before driving around to NUS at night to (a) reminisce about the bad memories of my days in NUS, (b) shake a fist in anger at my faculty and of course, (c) cruise and look at hotties waiting for Bus 96 at the Central Library bus stop. Sorry, did I hear someone say it is creepy for CO to drive around at night to look at girls? YOU BET YOUR LAST LV BAG FROM EBAY! OF COURSE, I AM GOING TO DRIVE AROUND LIKE A CREEP. I spent half my life being jealous of all those poser NUS guys who managed to get a girl simply because they have a car, courtesy of their rich dads. NUS girls between 18 t0 22 are suckers for guys with rides. They have this fantasy that guys with cars are cool and independent - and are thus more than willing to ignore the inconvenient fact that their rides are given to them by their dads. Guys with cars are the most popular thing with NUS girls since LV bags. So I came to two conclusions a long time ago, namely:
(a) I must buy a car when I saved up enough money after paying off my NUS study loan which costs an arm and a leg while balancing my dad's monthly medical expenses; and
(b) almost all NUS girls are cheap whores and hypocritical bitches (I want a guy who is sensitive and understand me! Yeah yeah. Hey look, a BMW!). NUS girls are proud, BS specialist and expert liars. I thought we guys are BS kings or liars but these girls can whoop our asses anyday. A good friend's girlfriend once told me proudly that she will dump my friend if she ever see another girl in the passenger seat in my good friend's car. Well, if any girl tells me that, I will ask her to sit in the trunk cos no bitches are going to tell me what to do with my own ride even before we are married. HO!
If only I have a car during my time at NUS, ANY car such as a simple Toyota Crown or Honda Civic, and preferably a rich dad to back me up, I will have pussies and whores lining up to blow me everyday. But I didn't have money for a car. Nor did thousands of ordinary guys around me who could only stand helplessly like idiots and watch girls happily got into the cars of their useless, posing and abusive boyfriends. We were poor, stupid and the closest we get to driving a car was at the arcade playing Daytona USA. So now I got a car, what do you expect me to do? Wash it diligently everyday and park it at the carpark? No f_kng way. Every opportunity I get is going to spend cruising around looking at hotties at NUS. Girls don't wear ankle-high boots and short tennis skirts to school everyday because the weather is too hot or cold, you know.
The last time I cruise around NUS was in August. Man, there were posers everywhere. Maybe it was because NUS was in the full bloom of orientation and something called matriculation. What is orientation and matriculation, you ask? It is some dumbass' idea to introduce newbies to the culture of posing at NUS through a series of bo-liao activities like the "Matric Maze". Each faculty will also parade a float made up of useless materials and even more worthless slogans like "We are One". I was at my old faculty and I noticed this group of dumbasses guarding a float. Yes, GUARDING a float from other faculties' attempt to sabotage it. Juvenile and laughable. I honked my car a few times to scare them before driving away laughing.
Having a car is great. It is time to do those things which were denied to me years ago. It is my time to try to be a poser and cheat gullible NUS girls. FINALLY.
I was saying that I always first watch a movie at Clementi Empress before driving around to NUS at night to (a) reminisce about the bad memories of my days in NUS, (b) shake a fist in anger at my faculty and of course, (c) cruise and look at hotties waiting for Bus 96 at the Central Library bus stop. Sorry, did I hear someone say it is creepy for CO to drive around at night to look at girls? YOU BET YOUR LAST LV BAG FROM EBAY! OF COURSE, I AM GOING TO DRIVE AROUND LIKE A CREEP. I spent half my life being jealous of all those poser NUS guys who managed to get a girl simply because they have a car, courtesy of their rich dads. NUS girls between 18 t0 22 are suckers for guys with rides. They have this fantasy that guys with cars are cool and independent - and are thus more than willing to ignore the inconvenient fact that their rides are given to them by their dads. Guys with cars are the most popular thing with NUS girls since LV bags. So I came to two conclusions a long time ago, namely:
(a) I must buy a car when I saved up enough money after paying off my NUS study loan which costs an arm and a leg while balancing my dad's monthly medical expenses; and
(b) almost all NUS girls are cheap whores and hypocritical bitches (I want a guy who is sensitive and understand me! Yeah yeah. Hey look, a BMW!). NUS girls are proud, BS specialist and expert liars. I thought we guys are BS kings or liars but these girls can whoop our asses anyday. A good friend's girlfriend once told me proudly that she will dump my friend if she ever see another girl in the passenger seat in my good friend's car. Well, if any girl tells me that, I will ask her to sit in the trunk cos no bitches are going to tell me what to do with my own ride even before we are married. HO!
If only I have a car during my time at NUS, ANY car such as a simple Toyota Crown or Honda Civic, and preferably a rich dad to back me up, I will have pussies and whores lining up to blow me everyday. But I didn't have money for a car. Nor did thousands of ordinary guys around me who could only stand helplessly like idiots and watch girls happily got into the cars of their useless, posing and abusive boyfriends. We were poor, stupid and the closest we get to driving a car was at the arcade playing Daytona USA. So now I got a car, what do you expect me to do? Wash it diligently everyday and park it at the carpark? No f_kng way. Every opportunity I get is going to spend cruising around looking at hotties at NUS. Girls don't wear ankle-high boots and short tennis skirts to school everyday because the weather is too hot or cold, you know.
The last time I cruise around NUS was in August. Man, there were posers everywhere. Maybe it was because NUS was in the full bloom of orientation and something called matriculation. What is orientation and matriculation, you ask? It is some dumbass' idea to introduce newbies to the culture of posing at NUS through a series of bo-liao activities like the "Matric Maze". Each faculty will also parade a float made up of useless materials and even more worthless slogans like "We are One". I was at my old faculty and I noticed this group of dumbasses guarding a float. Yes, GUARDING a float from other faculties' attempt to sabotage it. Juvenile and laughable. I honked my car a few times to scare them before driving away laughing.
Having a car is great. It is time to do those things which were denied to me years ago. It is my time to try to be a poser and cheat gullible NUS girls. FINALLY.
posted by Captain Obvious at 2:44 AM
3 Comments:
The only place I missed in NUS is the sports and recreational centre, the gym and the track. The only place that brings back good and bad memories.
I don't miss our Faculty at all.
NUS girls? Absolute pretendious act-smart lass.
BM is one- totally put off with her recent entries on the care taker free service. She think she is very smart bringing commplications in a person's good deed.
Yeah, I hate her recent comments on the undertaker also. Completely uncalled for. I don't see her doing anything for the poor widow that can't pay for the funeral.
Well, her hard earned money goes to alcohol, condo unit, some black lights on her ceiling. Actually, there is nothing wrong with that. But since she pokes her nose into other's affair, I shall do like wise in hers.
Sometimes she just got lost in her attempts to be "controversals".
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