patrol lima oscar lima #2

Patrol Lima Oscar Lima by ~wargsmon on deviantART

yay second strip
still nt much opinions on the first 1 yet
i shld be studying for chinese olvls rite nw

comic

Patrol Lima Oscar Lima 1 by ~wargsmon on deviantART


A little something made in spare time
please dont critisise
done in the style of rich burlew of order of the stick www.giantitp.com/oots
i havent gt his permission yet cuz cant contact him

The Comprehensive Guide To Understanding Glennard -- entry #1

in an effort to make myself more transparent, strictly figure of speech
i decided to blog out stuff about me
such that when and if i say something stupid or hurts u in some way
u can say, glennard is like that 1 la, dun take it seriously or dun be bothered

i see a lot of ppl helping out their frens in such ways
but has anyone helped me yet, i think

The Comprehensive Guide To Understanding Glennard -- entry #1

Glennard \ˈglen-ne:(r)d\ n Organism, half shy, half outgoing human male currently still in teenage years. Known to think too much and talk loudly when it thinks a certain point should be reinforced. However, it is capable of being completely quiet and emo ( see EMO--entry ##) when under stress or awkward situations such as in a room full of strangers. Prone to breakdowns. Relatively creative. Considered by the general populace as one who has low self esteem and is generally negative and slacking

Nil Gramends \ i co(u)ldn't fi:nd the `pro-noun-c(i)a-tion \ n Fictional Character. Alter ego of Glennard Sim. Most commonly found online. It is more brave than Glennard in comparison and has done numerous bold and daring deeds, deeds that will never be mentioned by Glennard to any other, besides those involved. Has a long list of infamous actions, most done online. Glennard usually reverts to this character either online, or trying to escape harsh realities of life. Many of the "creative' ideas are created by Glennard when in his alter ego of Nil Gramends, as usually Glennard will think that they suck and don't even try. Perfectionistic a in certain sense



Some of the things Glennard usually says and what he really thinks

I'm Bored

[What he really thinks]

I feel lonely and want someone to talk to, and was hoping that by saying im bored would instantly be a conversation topic.


Don't Want [to do something] lah

[What he really thinks]

I really want to join it but due to some insecurity issue, refuse and use laziness as an excuse.


Bloody Hell

[What he really thinks]

Bloody Hell


I tell u something/ Do u want to listen?, don't want jiu suan le(nevermind)

[What he really thinks]

Im about to tell you something very important which will either give u an advantage or make me feel better and less insecure, so shut up and listen.



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Sentosazzz

Second post of the day
very tired liaoz

Went to sentosa today with 4hum ppls
about 10 nia

evon said its the first actual 4hum gathering den call mrs susanne ng to congratulate us
wayne say mrs ng will say y neve invite us
hahas

went to the beach first
played a little soccer in the sand while waiting for the ppl to change
the sand was very very hot
but wear slippers very itchy
so play barefoot

when they changed and jumped into the water
i just stayed dry with wayne and joan
they kept trying to "persuade" us to go in
den we give up and went to change
when we change finish
gt wet for a few minutes den they say wanna go cycle
wah lao wet liaoo den say go
hahas

later we go cycle
i brought roller blades
so no need pay money
but i the slowest
cuz small wheels top speed very slow

they went a main road way
for cars and bus 1
den a lot of uphill and downhill road
den i escaped death 3 times
2 times when i fell at the road
all the bus uncles look at us keep pointing us to stay away
bryan went back to find me
he aso kanna pointing by the uncles
i fell down 3 times lor all during down and uphill road
1ce when bryan made me carry his bag den i cannot balance
but he stay with me cuz i very slow
i aso cannot do downhill cuz too fast
if use heel brake den will slide 1 side hit the wall or trees
1ce i actually fell in the middle of road
lucky bus already pass by
they went to see the merlion
in the end reach there cannot go up
so take picture at the small fountain

went back to the bus station
i took off my blades and walked back
they went to return the bikes
i just sit at the steps wait for them
only joan rachel bryan and evon went back to find me
the rest playing soccer at the beach
we bought some water and go back to find them
saw them playing with other ppl
wayne play for a while den break his skin at the toe
bleed alot
so ask the first aider come and help
i subbed him
den playplayplay
i back heel the ball alot
everytime take the ball wait a while before passing
seldom dribble
dunno y
maybe lazy
wayne scored and dribbled around them alot
everyone was impressed with his skill
even them
after 2 goals(draw) we went to bathe
den too many ppl so go to bus station toilet to bathe
in the end there aso no shower
so they walk back
i just sit there again wait for them
in the end the girls never bathe
cuz queue too long

went back to vivo afterwards
in a monorail
went to a place overlooking the port
to pose for picture
there saw michelle covering her mouth
she saw wayne tried to run away
went to burger king to eat
7$ for 1 small burger and large fires and coke
plus both aso nt very big
rather eat at carls jr
much MUCH bigger burgers sia
walked to the station
along the way the saw a watch shop
they decided to take a look
so i stood outside
after a while rachel and evon join me
say they take very long to choose watch
in the end everyone( ithink) who were looking at the watch bought 1
walk some more
saw the custom bag shops
the brand name was taggar
almost like mine
but i saw the bag like very flimsy
very easy to break

den take mrt home
and bus
den finish
the end

hahas

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High School Never Ends

In High School
different people introduce different things to ur life
things that u wldnt have explored if they werent in ur life

simple examples

fear-ms michael(closest too the actual thing)
sadism- WONG vei li

she smiles to herself when she invigilates and she smiled during msmichael talk

humor thru being idiots and minor perverts- Boys of 2cha`05
sports- Boys Of 4hum`07 and probably a few girls
Mass Hardcore Studying- General Population of 4hum
Trust- Yang
Innocence- WenHui
Diao ing- Xiaotong and linda ( no offence)
Respect- Npcc
Teamwork- Npcc
Technology/various nerdy stuff- Kenneth(no offence)
Humor- Haoxiang


wanna keep my list short
if nt no one will read
hahas

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im the strong silent type
yeah rite

im a funny man
yeah rite

Im a handsome being
yeah rite

Im a deep psychological creature
yeah rite...

exams over

MYE is over
dun feel like celebrating
din put in much effort so dun expect much results
also dun expect myself to be excited about end of exams

ya i know there are people who really tried their best
they deserve to scream when the papers are over
they are the ones who truly felt that the end of mye was a good thing
nt just another passing day
but among those who screamed the loudest, none seem to have put in effort

maybe tts y i wasnt in the really high mood that day
but i put on the clown's mask
and tried to play the fool
maybe i wasnt even close
hope no one notices

my results are nothing to be proud of either
the only 1 i can think of is probably 8/10 for the first part of cl paper 2
the one with a passage den feel in the blanks
usually i just get a 4 or 3/10
but nothing else really

i din get to see my compo today
i tried personal recount in a long time
it was quite dramatic
if i dun get gd results, i probably wont risk personal recount again

np day
raining again
no hiccups
gd

Walk Away And Move On

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An Old Essay keeping it here so i can remember next time

Write about an occasion when you were given some good advice and how you reacted to it.

“This could be your big break!” those words kept ringing in my ears. I could still remember that event clearly. I was spray-painting a wall about two blocks away from my school. The piece was almost done when I heard someone shout behind me, ” stop!” that voice was vaguely familiar, but my mind couldn’t process it that moment. Escaping was the only thought in my mind, I even dropped my spray can and bolted towards the nearest exit. At first, I was able to put some distance between him and I, but he soon caught up because I had difficulty breathing through my gas mask.

In a few seconds, the brutish man held on to my arm and shoulder, threatening to report the incident to the police. He said that he would only give me the slip if I took off the gas mask which covered my face. I hesitated for a moment, but after weighing my options, took off the mask. Both of us were shocked as we recognized each other. He was once my Art teacher who was promoted to be a senior lecturer at the Arts Academy. He dragged me back to the scene of the crime and gathered all my spray cans. He said that my piece was the greatest work of art he has ever seen from a teenager and wanted to give me a scholarship to the Academy. For the second time in one day, my jaw dropped. Never in a million years had I expected graffiti to be rewarding. It has only served as a form of self-expression until this point in time. He gave me his hand phone number and told me to give him my decision in a week’s time. He advised me to take this opportunity and make a name for myself.

With a box of spray cans in my arms, I walked home, deep in thought of the slightest possibility of my parents accepting the proposal. My parents were respected doctors who treated family like an army. They were people of science and worked with fixed formulas, unlike myself, who needed creative space to work to my fullest potential. I’m an underground hip-hop and graffiti fan, while my parents followed the National Geographic like it was the Bible. In short, we are the polar opposite of each other.

As I opened the door, part of me was hoping that my parents would accept my decision, while another part was trying to forget the incident. I wrote everything that happened today in my diary, hoping that it would only lighten my mood. I also tried to recall all the good times I had with my family, but it all seemed to turn sour. In a fit of anger and disappointment, I tore out the pages from my diary and threw it away, thinking of giving up and not letting my parents know at all

For the next six days, my world turned upside down. Everything and everyone just seemed to be in my way. My parents decided to take the day off and spend some time cleaning the house, surprising me as they had never let the cleanliness of the house, or anything else as a matter f fact, to obstruct their work. I went into my room, drawing my art pieces when my parents entered and showed me the pages of diary, which I tore out. They said that all they want is for me to be happy. For the first time, I saw their understanding side and a single tear rolled down my cheek as they said.” follow your dreams.”

In the next few years, I graduated as valedictorian of my batch in Arts Academy. My parents also amassed a small fortune, which they used to build a school for orphans, where I was one of the teachers. The school also has a mural facing the gate, the same one that I never completed back as a teenager, still incomplete, with the words written at the side. “ Follow your dreams.”

By: glennard sim

4 Hum 2007