The True Jimbo Ponders

should i or should i not?

The True Jimbo Part 1

since the the 100th post has been made, i shall now begin a series of the true jimbo.

to start things off, i'm not 1.63m and 90kg and i do not have man-tits and smell. i'm 1.72m and 65kg.

PLENTY of people thought that i was 1.63m and 90kg. so just thought i should clear that up. aH-Ha!

Reader: You FUCKING LIAR! why did you lie that your a fat bastard?

good question. i don't see myself as perfect, i see myself as an inadequate individual. so i wrote myself as a fat guy who is extremely unfit. the obeseness that i "have" is my way of expressing my inadequateness.

so get it straight, i'm not 1.63 and 90kg. for those who believed that, take it as a lesson, don't trust whatever you see or read on the internet.

So are your posts true or false?
they are true to a certain extend for example, in this post, the part about the seniors pushing and pulling me is false but the part about the random jabronis is true. basically, now that you know i'm actually not 1.63m and 90kg and don't smell, use your bullshit detector to filter out the bullshit but i still chase for buses, everyone does. i perspire a lot, this is true.

Are you really studying in Accountancy at Ngee Ann?
yes i am. sadly to be exact, i have total no interest in accounts and to think back, i chose design and technology over principles of accounts in secondary school. although it is the most boring subject, i've got great classmates. to set the record straight, 11 years of education, this is the first time i felt being in a class.

Are you really in dragon boat?
yes i am. i'm in dance group(chinese dance) too. i go for canoe trainings on wednesdays sometimes too. thinking of resuming outward bound trainings on fridays depends on how quickly my body recovers.

Your in dance? Are you gay?
no i am not gay. my whole life, i've been playing sports. the artistic part of me is not developed. i believe one must be balanced in one's life. an upset of the balance will lead to extremes. i think i have a little talent too. think about it this way, i'm 18, never danced in my whole life, went for about 6 dance practices and i'm close to accomplishing a full split.

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It Is Coming, Can You Feel It?

i'm going to watch my favourite local band(Heroic No Avail) play at Expo later. they will be playing near burger king at about 8+pm. feel free to come down and watch. you might also see me, just look out for a fat and short loser.

did not go for dragon boat training yesterday, was feeling unwell. strangely, i've been feeling sluggish this whole week. seems like i'm drained or rather what i've been doing is so boring that my body doesn't want to do it anymore.

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Identity Crisis? Teenagers? Bullshit.

went out with tinger today. had a fun time. on the way home(bus 197), there was this weirdo unusual man who boarded the bus the same time as me. he stank. his odour smelt as though he hadn't bathed in weeks.

he looked like he was in his mid-fifties.

his hair was unkept with a bandana. he wore tapered pants. had plenty of things on his right side which "jingled" whenever he walks. he had 3 watches on each hand. had 2 cameras slinged over his shoulder. to top it off, he had a red dot on his left cheek.

when he boarded the bus, he asked whether he could have a free ride. to which the bus driver said "pay money, free ride? you must be kidding(bus driver spoke in mandarin)"

on the bus, he kept staring at women, smiling pervertedly cheekily. then he took his camera out and started taking pictures of this lady.

talking about teenagers having identity crisis.

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Be Your Fucking Self.

went to gabriel's house and met a few of his childhood friends. from america 1, speak got slang 1. 2 girls and 1 guy. 1 girl have the caucasian look although she is mixed(chinese with white caucasian) the other 2 have the american born chinese look.

we were happily "swimming" when this female security guard came and told us that we weren't in proper swimming attire.

security guard(female): you are not wearing proper swimming attire.(pointing to gab's childhood friend, the one that looks like a caucasian)

she(gab's friend, the same one through out) was wearing a tank top over her bikini and shorts. the surf wear type of material.

gab's friend: it is made of the same material as the kid over there(pointing to a kid wearing a bodysuit/whatever) i can let you feel it.

security guard(female): but your not wearing proper swimming attire, you can read the rules over there(pointing to a far unknown/who cares?) i can call my supervisor here if you don't believe me. yesterday, i had to ask a group of boys to leave because they were not wearing proper swimming attire. i can let your swim but if got people complain(from their apartments), i have to ask your to leave.

gab's friend: alright, if they do complain then we'll deal with it.

later the security guard yaks the same words while i "attentively" listen with full eye contact and nodding while gab's friend laughs. to which her last words were "stop laughing".

later gab's friend the one that got picked on, commented on what happened with quite a number of fucks.

WHAT THE FUCK??

first time in my entire life, i heard a girl cuss like me a sailor. maybe it has got to do with the american culture. but damn, it was damn nice. she was speaking from her heart, her true felt comments expressed in a honest way.

be your FUCKING SELF. don't sugar coat stuff because your afraid to hurt someone's feeling. to me that is lying and the worst person to lie to is yourself.

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i read in the newspaper that women disliked men with low-class jobs. rag and bone man, undertaker, gigalo, dish washer... etc

then a fabulous idea struck me. when i grow up, i will introduce myself as a person having a low-class job to prospective partners so as to find out whether if they materialistic or ambitious because that don't go with simple, plain and dumb jimbo's personallity.

then i remember that i'm fat and ugly now which will most probably stay with me. so no point finding someone who wouldn't mind what i'm doing, i should be finding someone who wouldn't mind how i look.

P.S. 2 more posts to my 100th post. stay tuned. it is going to get interesting.(differs from people to people)

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Residing in Perplexity

at some point of one's life, one has to make a decision, a choice to change one's life. somehow i feel it is now/soon. life has been passing me so fast that the lines between soon and now are blurred. i can't see clearly anymore what is to happen and what is happening.

somehow i know and can feel inside of me that the decisions that i'm going to make will affect my life and future. for one, on monday, my Oral Communication tutor told me that she felt that my personality was suitable for Accountancy and that i was more suitable for Business Studies(bullshit) or Banking and Finance.

which is true, i feel strange being in Accountancy too. keep in mind that it was my last choice although first for several of my classmates.

she talked to me about switching courses and if i do it quick, i will graduate at the same time as the majority.

i'm currently residing in perplexity where i have to choose between studying what i want now and give up being with such a wonderful class(no pun/sarcasm intended). for the first time in my life, i'm feeling what it is like being in a class.

i'm motivated by them. they are hardworking which is a virtue i'm truly missing. i'm darn lazy. they all speak chinese which can help me improve mine. my class has a legend in the making. this girl topped the class or level in every single module.

she is not very smart but she is very very hardworking. frankly speaking, for the first time in my life, i'm motivated by someone who is hardworking. previously, i would laugh at that person because well, (you don't want to know my reason).

if i switch courses, will my classmates be anywhere near the classmates i have now? will i be motivated to study? it is much more difficult to get promoted in the poly than in secondary school. in secondary school, you can drop subjects and still get promoted, in the poly, fail a module twice and FUCK OFF.

my classmates are near self-less people. they don't mind printing notes for a slacker/fat/lazy bum(me). they don't even ask me to go help them print. considering my attitude and behaviour when i entered the poly, getting the 3 passes and 1 borderline failure can all be credited to them(in a good way that is).

without them, i'll be called up for counselling and sent warning letters. i'll never go for lectures in the morning at 9am. heck, i may even skip school as and when i like. shit.

if all this is not good peer pressure, then what is?

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Failed Accounts

sneaking in a post during CIP class. this is going to be a quickie. no pun intended.

i failed my accounts test. 38/40. pulled my class avrage down. i FAILED! accounts test and i'm in accountacy. what the fuck? to top it off, only 2 people failed in the entire module. a CHINA girl and me. i think i should start doing tutorials. enough said about the common tests.

on a heavier note, my mom is bent on me quitting dragon boat. from a christian view, the dragon symbolises the leviathan. which is basically bad/evil/demonic/everything bad is associated with it.

moreover, my elder sister's friend dreamt that i was murdered and my elder sister herself, dreamt that i died. so from a christian family, it is all bad.

i've decided to take a break from ccas this week to study for business statistics test next week, pray and think about whether or not to quit dragon boat.

if i quit dragon boat, i'll join canoe polo/sprint/expedition(oh wait, i'm already in expedition). or maybe i'll join rugby. till then.

P.S. I'm such a loser, failed accounts and i'm in accountancy.

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