Thursday, November 22, 2007

new post!

YO!
HELLO EVERYBODY MY NAME IS MAVADO AND MY CAPS LOCK TER-STUCK
ok now not stuck anymore

eh first ah, i want to ah say something ah. i was not called encik ah. i was called MASTER! but i seriously don't give a shit about all this and i wish that you all stop associating me with ncc already. long shitty story and its not nice to tell. so i'll move on!

i'd like to extend my thanks to fuckle for that excellent video he made, and thanks a lot for that EXTRA LONG feature of me. ya i really asked for it. i was begging to have a feature like that. in fact i tried to get a law passed. nononojustjoking. damn fun right, doing all this kind of shit? no wait i guess its cause i'm INDIAN! WHEEHOOOOO! being indian entitles me to privileges unheard of to mankind, as well as immunity and laser eyes.

but again i'd like to move on. i remember ah, a long time ago before all of us grew up and stuff, before our kepala got stuff inside, the time when we first started the blog, i remember telling everyone that i was going to make a logo for the blog. some crest thing ah, like hogwarts one liddat. i was enthusiastically sketching out ideas and you guys were enthusiastically commenting and adding on and fuckle was enthusiastically exposing himself to whoever was in the room and kulubi was enthusiastically falling off tables...

BUT THEN! a crest never came. in fact i think you all forgot about it! but secretly, behind your backs, i was scheming. ooooh yes, the mavado whom all of you thought was innocent (ok ah maybe not THAT innocent) is actually a cunning wolf. while all of you were not looking, i toiled day at night at my desk, my pencil clutched so tightly in my fingers that the rubber grip melted and became one with my hand... i traveled to lavender, bedok, changi and beyond, scouring the land for ideas. and yet so silently i worked on, though my soul cried for salvation. and in the end, i triumphed. after 3 days of torture, i finally drew the crest but i chose to wait for a few months before FINALLY REVEALING IT.... NOW!!!!!!!!!!! BEHOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



THE MASTERPIECE OF THE HYOOONIVERSE! tatatatatatatapadapadapaptatatatPREEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWHEEEEEEEE!
atchelly ah... i was kidding. i have been telling you lies. ALL LIES! i myself completely forgot about the crest thing and so i'll begin work now. but if you like what is above you can purchase the jpeg from me at $9.99 with GST (Good Singapore Tax).

and i'll leave you with this, it's called Hey There Assholes by Plain White Uniform, sung to the tune of Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T's.

Hey there all my friends
What's it like during the holidays?
I'm far away in Sembawang
But now i say something to all of you
A bloody super big thank you
You stupid fools...

Hey all of my friends
Don't you worry about the distance
Our new school actually quite near
So we can all still hang out in the
Seminar room
Everytime we go there and lepak
Its very NICE!

Oh i'm running out of rhymes
Oh i'm wasting my damn time
Oh no i'm just joking
Oh please don't get angry
I give you money

Hey all my good friends
Looking back at our past
I think we had good times
And I know we'll wreak more havoc so
Don't be sad
We'll all be brudders long long time
Pleasure is mine

Let's all remember
All the good things that have happened
Just forget all the shitty things we had
AND STOP KACAU-ING ME!
I AM BRUCE LEE.
Actually i'm really not angry
I'm just hungry

Oh this song is quite lame
But I don't feel much shame
Cos its a dedication
And that's enough of a reason

To write this kinda crappy songs
Requires one to have balls
Hahahahahahahahahaha
Our friends would all make fun of us
But what the hell WE are them
So you are starting to get DAMN CONFUSED!
AND I'M TO BLAAAAAAAAAAAME!

Maybe in RJ
We may not have time to hang out
But we still got MSN facebook
Friendster handphone email and our blog too
In the end we all still same school
Hahahehewheeheehool
And don't forget our damn cool plans
To go JAPAN!

Eh what am i talking?
I salah remember
But who here gives a sheeeeeeeeeeet
Cos this song will make you happy

I think
I don't really knooooooow
Ho Ho
Father Christmas oh
Bye I have to go
Tidur
Eh no!



HYUK HYUK HYUK sorry ah i not very mentally correct. but i'll talk about that on my blog, don't wanna destroy the image of siapatanya. And don't forget! We still have to watch the exorcist and stuff and hopefully scare the shit out of ourselves! Sialah!

Ok now i really go
Un-yo.

Posted by Mat Raffles at 8:51 PM

Monday, November 12, 2007

We are the Young



The Class of '07's Batch Song - We are the Young

We are the young, the children of the world
We hold tomorrow in our hands
We are the young, the promise of a brighter day
The future waits at our command

Teach us well, teach us how to care
Give us love, love that we can share
As we'll walk hand in hand in the light of the rising sun
We are the young

We are the young, and so we look to you
To show us how the world should be
We are the young, we trust in your experience
To help us shape our destiny

Teach us well, teach us how to care
Give us love, love that we can share
As we'll walk hand in hand in the light of the rising sun
We are the young

That day is dawning
When we will be grown
We will inherit
This world for our own

We are the young, the children of the world
We hold tomorrow in our hands
We are the young, the promise of a brighter day
The future waits in our command

Teach us well, teach us how to care
Give us love, love that we can share
As we'll walk hand in hand in the light of the rising sun
We are the young
We are the young
We are the young

That was us, the Class of '07 singing our batch song at the graduation ceremony. And so, we finally graduated.

To my batchmates, Mavado, Kulubi and all the other idiots, thank you for making my four years in this damn school a blast. Even with the shit load of tests, assignments and all the other crap, every single one of you helped me pull through. Here's something to bring you down memory lane.

Remember the very first week of school in Sarimbun? The push-ups, Paul Lim, Searges What, Senthil and Armageddon. Remember that? Remember how we looked up so much to Ilman, Imran, Makmur, Faizul, Nadjad, Danni and the rest? Remember your first time in your CCA? Remember me getting stripped? Remember the late nights in school preparing for Juara Tari? Remember all the times in the Mat Room in the hall? To all the hockers, remember Balbir, his motosikal and how we prayed each day that he would die? Remember how we used to be so carefree and not give a about EOYs or shit? We were all children, kids as a matter of fact and maybe we still are. Those were the days.

Then in Secondary 2, remember how we were getting GPAs above 3 without even putting in that much effort? To people like Mavado, I know you did your best. Perhaps, you were born to fail in secondary school but become something great later on. Maybe like The Great Khali? Remember Malaysian Montage? Remember how in 2005, we saw Muzzle, Stittalicious, Ngok and the rest entering the school? Remember how Fing, as impossible as it may seem, appeared all innocent? It was as though he wouldn't hurt a fly. Remember how we had to choose subjects and we were oblivious to the importance of it? I mean like which idiot chooses Physics and Biology and leaves out Chemistry? Mavado, Mavado, once again you prove to us how dumb you can be. Those were the days my friends.

Then there was OBS in Secondary 3. Remember how we kayaked for hours? Remember carrying backpacks that weighed you down so much you just felt like passing it to Mavado? Remember walking for hours and still not reaching your destination? Remember how at Karnival IQ at RGS we met Mavado's twin for the first time? Remember the day Kulubi whacked the shit out of me and I still managed to survive and tell this tale? Remember looking at Khai, Dertile, Sewelicious and all the rest enter? Those were the days.

Then finally, we reached the ripe old age of 16 and we were in Secondary 4. Strange as it may seem, I feel it was in 2007 that we really came together as a batch. Remember, how the arrival of Pu-No-Who? She was the Umbridge and we were the Weasely brothers. Remember the rebellion? Remember all the times in the Mat Room? Remember the greatest cover-up in the history of mankind? Remember the times in Death Room 8 where a certain stressed-up lady kept screwing us? Remember kelas sebelah and kelas sebelah? Remember HMT 'O' Levels? Remember graduation ceremony and graduation night? Those were the days.

Those may have been the days my friends. But there are days to come. We may have left a legacy but now we're starting on a new journey. As long as we stay together, damn, there won't be any 'those were the days'. There'll only be 'these are the days'. These memories that we all hold so dear are not there for us to be sad about but something that we should be happy about. We have come a long way from 2004 in Secondary 1. Again, thank you, all of you.

To the Secondary 3s. Your batch is one of great potential in both sports and the area of academics. You all are a rowdy and playful batch but so what? Who the hell has better dribbling skills than Stittalicious? Who the hell has a deadlier right foot than Muzzle? Who the hell has a thunderous volley better than that of Fing? I say no one. Next year you'll be taken under the wing of She Who Must Not Be Named. Give her hell as long as she gives you hell. But when she really teaches you, listen well. She's a damn good teacher just that she's stressed. So to the Secondary 3s, have fun and cherish your last year in RI. I look forward to the time we meet again in JC.

To the Secondary 2s. You all are the closest batch. Keep it that way man. Go ahead and keep bullying Sewel cause he's really a sewel. Sewel, learn how to stand up for yourself lah. To the KC, good luck being idiots ah. You're missing out alot on the fun. You all are lucky so far not to have a retard as a teacher but soon enough, you will. And when you do, I trust you know what to do. You guys have a lot of potential. Work on it and you all will make it big someday.

To the Secondary 1s, to put it short, there are some mighty idiots in your batch. Seriously, eradicate the idea that since you are in RI, you are a bigshot. Learn to be humble and you'll be much more respected. Maybe, it's because you're just Sec 1s. Probably, I was like that too and maybe I still am. Who knows? But grow up quick, learn from your mistakes and you will gain my respect.

Back to the Secondary 4s, in my last post I told you all to end our year with style at Graduation Night. And hell, we did. We totally blew away everyone at Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel didn't we? The pictures are below ah. I know ah you all wanna put on Friendster and Facebook semua. HAHAH! For more pictures, ask Kulubi ah.














And this is a little video tribute I put together for my batchmates.



Damn bloody video ends at 5 minutes. Fucking photobucket always spoils everything. So anyway, here's the rest of the list.

the inventor
Muzhaffar

the most flexible guy
Haliim

the future president
Haris

the Ronaldinho
Danial

the Batista
Zulhairy

the Arif
Arif

the budak giler
Faris

the Master
Fawaz

I spent dunno how long making this video ah. So you all better cry until your eyes dry up or something while watching it ah. Better ah, you bastards rarely appreciate shit. I don't care. Go put Clorox in your eyes until you cry or something. And Mavado, dah kena panggil master tu jangan kembang ahhhh.

To my comrades in the Combattenti Di Libertà, we are the young, the children of the world.

Damn, that was such an emo post,
Fuckle.

Posted by Mat Raffles at 4:07 PM

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The Last of the Mohicans

hey everyone.
its been a long time since you've heard from me.

a few hours ago was our grad night. the last night we're official ri boys. kinda sad when you come to think of it, but things must move on.

suddenly all the times we spent slacking in the mat room and doing stupid things have ended. we'll be just nearby next year, but who knows if we'll all be able to spend the same kinda quality time again.

what i'm sure of is that we're all a very close knit group, and i want it to stay that way. sec 3s you guys have taken over the leadership of mcc, so make sure you keep everyone stuck together. you guys consperm can do it. i feel like talking about each and every one of you but thats daaaamn emo and i havent got the time. and i'm not emo, i think i'm more goth. metal also can ah.

sec 2s you all are a good bunch ah. i think you'll all be damn cool when you GROW UP. not that what you are now is bad anyway. haha. you guys are a fun group of people and sometimes i think you all are sec 3s. then i see your shorts then i'm struck in the face with the fact of reality that you all are still in midget land. faster ah wear long pants!

sec 1s... a lot of you wanna kena rembat. hopefully you use your kepala otaks and realize your flaws, and change before people get sick of you. in such a small community, we cannot afford such breakaways.

to all my sec 4 buddies, you guys really made my time in ri a helluva good one. without you guys i think i would have set fire to the school a LOOOOONG time ago. we'll probably be in different classes next year, plus with the introduction of girls and crazy cca trainings, it may be kinda hard for us to be together a lot. but lets at least try our best to stay together. even if we don't get the chance i know we'll still be tight.

i'm gonna try to be at the mat room as much as i can next year. and solat jumaat confirm can meet up one.

so lets all look forward to a new year! and in the meantime enjoy the shit out of ourselves! but still must study for next year! otherwise become damn stupid! NOOO! but nevermind! its nice! ok! bye! aku nak tido ni!

mavado

Posted by Mat Raffles at 2:03 AM

Monday, November 5, 2007

Selamat Pulang

Hey oh, listen what I say, oh I got your hey oh, now listen what I say, oh. The more I see, the less I know The more I like to let it go Hey oh, whooooaaaaaaaaaaa

Hellomotosikal!

I'm back with a BANG! I BANG I BANG OH BABY AND I MOVE I MOVE! Firstly, let me apologize for the absence. Peperiksaan Bahasa Melay Lanjutan Peringkat GCE 'O' merupakan suatu buruj yang telah menghambat saya daripada melaksanakan budaya hedonisme saya iaitu di sini merupakan kelaziman saya untuk mem-blog. Whoa! That sounds hot man. Yeah, so the HMT 'O' Levels really gave me not time to spend the already little time on dumbass things like blogging. I don't know why I blog. I mean people laugh at the posts and all but what benefits are there for me? I don't get paid or shit so what the hell am I blogging for? You wanna know why? It's because your sister punya mother punya nenek punya datuk punya binik no hair! HAHAHAHAH!

Okay so what've we been up to. A lot of jalaning raya perhaps. Besides the money I don't really see what else I can talk about for this particular topic. Joking joking! We really hit a few jackpots here and there with kind parents giving like $10. Baik Hatib! HAHAHAH! No wrong person. Baik Masjuri! Yes, that's the one. Okay seriously, the jalaning really opened our eyes to the families of our friends. Like Shift's mum who has a computer brain and Mesti Bunuh's datuk who's a Man U fan and obviously, Forge's mad, over-controlling dad (no wonder he's like that. you should like karate chop him or something ah with your black belt). Banyak ah. Too many to talk about. So here are some pictures.










So the last few days of school were really fun. Being a Sec 4 and being the last year I would be in the school, I decided to do some dumbass stuff. Like feeling my lungs with helium and talking like Akon. And of course there was liquid explosion. Refer to the videos.







Tonight will be my graduation night at Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel. I have to say I'll miss the school, my juniors and most importantly, all the memories. Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend, you have been the one, the one for me. I'd like to thank all of you for making my 4 years in the institution a blast even though it was damn stressful. To the Class of '07 let's end it off with style.

Goodbye my friends,
Fuckle.

Posted by Mat Raffles at 2:23 PM