School Scenery

Stumbled upon these forum threads when I was looking for online tips on how to appeal for my friend's renouncement of PR status. Well I'm not exactly familiar with his exact case details because I was informed of his predicament by his girlfriend.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I was initially interested about the heated exchanges concerning the Foreign Talents [FT], Foreign Workers [FW] and the Permanent Residents [PR] and their possible benefits and work status in Singapore.

The titled links are as follows ~

Sg PR. Not happy here? Give-up PR loh!

Applications for NDP Parade available to PRs

However the discussion rapidly degenerated into varying areas like NUS Hostel seniors playing mind games with naive and nubile young maidens so as to transform them into sex toys, DSTA engineering the singapore population for the future and all the different genetic terms and explanations for inbreeding.

I'm stumped for words. However, you can read the thread for some mud slinging humour if you like. *shrugs*

After reading Anna's post on annoying things at work I've decided to categorise some people I have seen in my years of studying as well.


The Shrieker - She shrieks at the sight of a cockroach crawling approximately 10 metres away from her, she shrieks at a lizard which happened to run across her path, she shrieks at the fly which flew past her shoulder and she shrieks when some of us run across the road and she can't because she's afraid the cars will bang her despite the 100m difference.

The Slumberer - He sleeps in lectures, he sleeps in class. He sleeps while studying at Macdonalds and he'll probably doze off right in front of you while you're talking to him. The bed is his shrine and the pillow his stature of worship.

The Impressionist - She comes into school with the latest trends [think wearing wristbands without the slightest idea what they stand for], bitches loudly about poorly-dressed individuals and stops by a mirror [even though its a toilet mirror where the door happened to be opened wide] and starts to adjust her clothes, tug at the sleeves and turns left and right examining the different angles.

The Arnold - He walks with an air of natural superiority due to his bulging muscles and skin-fitting T-shirt because of those oversized cup-shaped things he calls "chest" & upon the slightest request he strikes a natural pose, flashes those big gums, teeth and lips and suddenly the air around your surroundings drops by at least 20 degrees celsius or more.

The Eminem - He's fair, thin and is always seen spotting a cap with the occasional over-sized cup things [pun intended] on his ears which he calls headphones blaring with the latest hiphop tracks. He walks around with a slight bop and swings the hand-sign for the thumb, first and last finger extended with the middle and ring finger closed [the sign for hiphoppers] and goes "Yo! Wats up dawg!" which I swear he makes my nerves get absolutely taut till the point I could wring his neck, strip his skin and leave him hanging on a limb. Hmm.. dat actually rhymes...

The Chocolate - He's rich, he can be nutty at times and he always thinks he can bring women lots of pleasure and sin at the same time. Often spotted to be hanging around female companionship and would usually be accompanied by a car. He loves to club and thinks nothing of offering to give a girl a lift from Jurong when he stays in Pasir Ris yet comes up with the most pathetic excuse for a lift to the nearest MRT which is, incidentally, along the way of some girl he happens to sending home from school.

And yes, yours truly - The rambling author who solemnly decides that all these blogging is affecting his rate of data entry and decides to fully go back to concentrating on finishing his work. Signing off.