once a man brought his son to the store. upon paying money at the counter, his son saw this stack of condoms.

"dad wats this?"

"this are called condoms. it is for men to practise safe sex"

after saying this, his son picks up the 3 condom per pack.

"dad, how come this comes in 3?"

dad replies," this are for JC students. 1 for Friday, 1 for Saturaday and one for Sunday"

the son next took the 6 condom per pack.

"dad, how come this comes in 6?"

"this is for University students. 2 for Friday, 2 for Saturday and 2 for Sunday."

finally the son takes the 12 per pack.

"dad, how come this comes in 12 then?"

"well.. sadly to say son. this is for married couples like me. 1 for January, 1 for Feburary, 1 for March......."



ok end of story.. quite lame right.. waahahaha.. i believe a lot of you have read it somewhere sometime. but i just roughly write it out in my own words.

ytd was quite a funny day.. i sudddenly miss my sec sch life.. although mine wasnt really spectacular with fighting and all sorts, i kinda like my normal way of sailing pass sec days

i miss the days when just before school starts, have to buy new uniforms.
have to fill in some sort of forms for you to tick so that u can decide wat books you wana buy for the next semester.
when i was in lower sec, just right before the bell for recess, you can see one whole bunch of kiasu boys including me lining outside the door, preparing to make the dash down to the chicken rice auntie.
the compartment below my table was a 'locker' for the upper sec. they always left their books there. once i left my books there overnight.. and next morning i found it in the dustbin.
how i see my frans jio my classmates to become steady. now i tink of the way they use is fuckin lame.
dating area for one of the couple:one bloody hot afternoon, hand hold hand walk in the park. both sweating like fuck.
so romantic wahahaha~~
times when i will meet up with my frans go AMK library to do wat i also forget liao. after that will eat and play there.
get to see how troubled your frans are for those caught in love r/s. wan to cry la wan to commit suicide and so-on. dumb... but memorable
there was a period when my class was obssessed with bi sian(pencil god). play till one time my blassroom blackout. and only our classroom. the gals some cried. say they saw cat face on top of the OHP. must be guohao face.
music lesson where we always get fuck by our music teacher. i got fuck mosst coz i am noisest. and trust me, my ability to play a recorder is a total flunk. i blame it on the recorder so much i always break it into 3 piece at the end of lesson.
end of year classroom cleaning. get to play water, spray water on fran. that time i have no preference on spraying water on guy or gal. but when i reach upper sec, i only spray gals.
i love soccer so much then that bcoz our recess time was so short, our guys will always jus buy big bao and run down to the field to play soccer.

when i reach upper sec, somehow it was like we had grown in rank. unnoticingly when we walk pass those lower sec students, we can feel like even as we walk, got wind behind us one.
though the books were much thicker, my bag just got lighter. the 'locker' has become mine.
becoz we shared our classroom with those lower sec, my frans would write on the table say hello and so on hopin that the lower sec will reply. something like irc. she did reply.. once we stayed back to see how the mysterious person look like.. turn out to be the joke of the day. *No offence but it was really funny that time
PE was the best. i loved playin floorball.
and then we had our Mr Bernard Tan. whose favourite actor was Tom Hanks. once i even laughed at him with that.
science lab lessons was shiok. we sprayed water when the teacher wasnt around, played with bunsen burner. that time i didnt knw that was really such a thing as distilled water, so evrytime after playin with the bottle labelled "Distilled Water", we just repalce it with tap water. i have to confess but i did steal test tubes back home. but both nvr make it alive. always get broken on way back.
i love going to toilet in sec 4. coz i always had to walk past this classroom. inside was a gal which i wanted to knw. goin to toilet least 8 times a day became a routine. even if i jus step infront of the urinal and fire blanks.
nearly forget. endless remedials lessons after school. bloody sianz.
our maths teacher who always carry his modified "rice bag". he was a total flunk. top student in university but sucks as a teacher.
and of course near to O levels. where goin to school was not to study, but meet up with frans to cook noodle, eat in classroom, play poker coz there were no teachers around..

thx for the memories mates