celeb
10-10-2008, 08:43 PM
Hey guys,
I've been watching this forum for quite many years, actually - but just didn't really feel like posting, for many reasons, including time, and privacy - of course. But recently, suddenly got the urge, so.. what the hell. Haha!
And besides, here got so many nice stories already, and mine would be just yet another of many stories.
Before I start, I must state that names, as usual, will be changed - I will, however, retain places or omit the exact name of place if it discloses *too* much (same with other names). I will NOT make anything up, and this comes from exactly how I recalled it to the best of my memory.
One simple rule I want anyone replying to have - if you figure out/want to guess the "specific names" of people or well, organizations involved, please keep it to yourself - I do not want this to turn into a scandal, or a clusterfuck, for that matter - other than that, I'm good :)
(PS: Since I'm new here, I will reveal more about myself in bits, but at any point, I might just pull out if it gets too exposed - yes?)
PSS: The prelude is gonna be long, because this.. situation is damn complicated, and if you are going to say it's unrelated, that's your problem - IMO you need to understand the circumstances before understanding how things can happen.
PSSS: At the rate I'm writing this story, it's going to have quite a few parts - be patient please, I have school, and work to attend to :)
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I'm someone who's rather much of an attractant to trouble - at quite a young age, I was in bulks of trouble with the local legal system - and that, as you hear, or read in the papers, is one complicated piece of.. well, it's just complicated. I have many legal issues, but for simplicity's sake, I'll cut to the part on what our local system calls - "aftercare".
This system, was cleverly designed to actually encourage such (prior) offenders in some ways or another, to mingle - such that through positive peer encouragement, they would actually do more good to the society. Sure, it was just the way the system worked, and us, as part of it no doubt have to accept it. Such portions of the "system" was usually carried by various welfare organizations.
I'll be the first to comment that welfare workers are very seldom attractive, IMHO - they're usually the kind-hearted kind, which aren't blessed with killer features, and even if they were, in any manner - "interested" - no, I was a sucker for looks, and features of course. Hence, this turned my attention to those within the "system" of course - those who had to attend such... programmes.
Being grouped with people of the same sex initially (i.e, guys always grouped with guys, gals with gals) - the gals who actually have to stay-in for such programmes have a tendency of being lesbian in the staying in-process. I sometimes wonder if this is a shortcoming with the system, but no, there were NO guys I know of who actually went.. bozo. Hehe.
I, together with the rest of the guys in the system, often attended workshops and programmes - of course, they were the typical "ah beng" type - no offence to any bros - but they were truly the kind of guys with large tattoos, joined gangs, and sang together with the gang cheers. Sure, the gals who attended the workshops would notice them - but deep inside, to them, they were just like *every* other guy they found along Bugis, or Far East.
..and this leads me to one specific workshop, one that was designed to promote cohesion between the guys AND the gals in the system - as the system actually deemed that we were "okay" to mix - (fuck the system, even if we weren't okay, we were still mixing anyway).
This workshop had the objective of raising dollars for charity, and as attendees, we were supposed to come out with games and all for this bazaar which was widely opened to the public.
My preformed image of the gals that were coming was that of butches, bungs, and the works - because, as I've said, the lesbian thing is an issue - and hence, I skipped all the workshops, and only attended the bazaar - just because I felt bad, honestly, for not contributing anything at all.
I slapped on my favourite shirt, and dressed smartly, because I knew that none of the other guys who were involved would even bother dressing up - so perhaps it would be unique - and this effort paid off.
The bazaar was usual, with rather lame games - I was put in charge of a booth with a few other guys, one of them a rather good buddy. The guys (within the system), tended their own booths doing stuff like pellet guns and can-throwing, ball throwing, etc - and the gals did more dainty stuff, like stuffed toys, painting nails - all to raise $ for charity.
Of course, half the time these ah bengs were trying to chat up the gals who were at work, and, truth be told, since this was the first time in which I actually caught a glimpse of *who* was inside this workshop/bazaar, I was quite surprised - there were only 2~3 bungs compared to 5~6 "normal" gals, and I found it rather amusing. Naturally, the guys were aiming for the normal guys, and there was one girl which was exceptionally hot.
I've been watching this forum for quite many years, actually - but just didn't really feel like posting, for many reasons, including time, and privacy - of course. But recently, suddenly got the urge, so.. what the hell. Haha!
And besides, here got so many nice stories already, and mine would be just yet another of many stories.
Before I start, I must state that names, as usual, will be changed - I will, however, retain places or omit the exact name of place if it discloses *too* much (same with other names). I will NOT make anything up, and this comes from exactly how I recalled it to the best of my memory.
One simple rule I want anyone replying to have - if you figure out/want to guess the "specific names" of people or well, organizations involved, please keep it to yourself - I do not want this to turn into a scandal, or a clusterfuck, for that matter - other than that, I'm good :)
(PS: Since I'm new here, I will reveal more about myself in bits, but at any point, I might just pull out if it gets too exposed - yes?)
PSS: The prelude is gonna be long, because this.. situation is damn complicated, and if you are going to say it's unrelated, that's your problem - IMO you need to understand the circumstances before understanding how things can happen.
PSSS: At the rate I'm writing this story, it's going to have quite a few parts - be patient please, I have school, and work to attend to :)
---
I'm someone who's rather much of an attractant to trouble - at quite a young age, I was in bulks of trouble with the local legal system - and that, as you hear, or read in the papers, is one complicated piece of.. well, it's just complicated. I have many legal issues, but for simplicity's sake, I'll cut to the part on what our local system calls - "aftercare".
This system, was cleverly designed to actually encourage such (prior) offenders in some ways or another, to mingle - such that through positive peer encouragement, they would actually do more good to the society. Sure, it was just the way the system worked, and us, as part of it no doubt have to accept it. Such portions of the "system" was usually carried by various welfare organizations.
I'll be the first to comment that welfare workers are very seldom attractive, IMHO - they're usually the kind-hearted kind, which aren't blessed with killer features, and even if they were, in any manner - "interested" - no, I was a sucker for looks, and features of course. Hence, this turned my attention to those within the "system" of course - those who had to attend such... programmes.
Being grouped with people of the same sex initially (i.e, guys always grouped with guys, gals with gals) - the gals who actually have to stay-in for such programmes have a tendency of being lesbian in the staying in-process. I sometimes wonder if this is a shortcoming with the system, but no, there were NO guys I know of who actually went.. bozo. Hehe.
I, together with the rest of the guys in the system, often attended workshops and programmes - of course, they were the typical "ah beng" type - no offence to any bros - but they were truly the kind of guys with large tattoos, joined gangs, and sang together with the gang cheers. Sure, the gals who attended the workshops would notice them - but deep inside, to them, they were just like *every* other guy they found along Bugis, or Far East.
..and this leads me to one specific workshop, one that was designed to promote cohesion between the guys AND the gals in the system - as the system actually deemed that we were "okay" to mix - (fuck the system, even if we weren't okay, we were still mixing anyway).
This workshop had the objective of raising dollars for charity, and as attendees, we were supposed to come out with games and all for this bazaar which was widely opened to the public.
My preformed image of the gals that were coming was that of butches, bungs, and the works - because, as I've said, the lesbian thing is an issue - and hence, I skipped all the workshops, and only attended the bazaar - just because I felt bad, honestly, for not contributing anything at all.
I slapped on my favourite shirt, and dressed smartly, because I knew that none of the other guys who were involved would even bother dressing up - so perhaps it would be unique - and this effort paid off.
The bazaar was usual, with rather lame games - I was put in charge of a booth with a few other guys, one of them a rather good buddy. The guys (within the system), tended their own booths doing stuff like pellet guns and can-throwing, ball throwing, etc - and the gals did more dainty stuff, like stuffed toys, painting nails - all to raise $ for charity.
Of course, half the time these ah bengs were trying to chat up the gals who were at work, and, truth be told, since this was the first time in which I actually caught a glimpse of *who* was inside this workshop/bazaar, I was quite surprised - there were only 2~3 bungs compared to 5~6 "normal" gals, and I found it rather amusing. Naturally, the guys were aiming for the normal guys, and there was one girl which was exceptionally hot.