Chronicles Orf Da Maine

Crikey, The Arse of the Hols

2006-09-08T19:23:00.000+08:00

crap, who wants a piece of Stevie? ok, wont slam the guy. i was actuall laffing when i heard. some one told someone and tt someone Spammed Maple with the info and Mic got tt(yep, e fagg plays the Mushroom Game. well, at least its less destructive then chasing after Wilfred...) then he called me and i started laughing.l.. sorry la. i mean, erm, i eat Sting Ray with Sambal sometimes, u noe, for Supper? and Sean's telling me something grossly sick about the uses of the Sting Ray barb. Dun Ask. The Obssesed Fool... anyway, poor bloke

Man, its Fri, wtf. it was just last week, then now the hols are gone. cluck. i only started doing mhy HW last night. hols are a waste, but at least ive tried my best to enjoi. hey, it aint so bad, more BLOODY BLOODY weeks to year end, 3 WEEKS to End-Years, and i still need to maintain a good standard. i have my Chem and Hist ProJs left, and im feeling pissed with Ms Sheikha. Dammit.

Okay, list to me, Hossan Leong is gonna get slammed by Al-Kay-Wai & Sons. watch this space ................................................................................................................................................. che? wait, aint Mr Brown already kena slammed? Apparently, Mr Brown was e one who taught Hossan how to Smoke.... bloody Chow Ah Quah...

i feel like changing my blog skin, but i just dun haf energy to fiddle around wif HTML anymore. im felin' phished. man, im gonna start slamming ppl, and when i do tt, i really gif ppl bad rep. mbe coz im influencial.... wtf. i must practise Abstinence( the no ball thing).... Ahmitabha... tick tok tok blah blah

ok, hear this, ive finally realised why sweaty men wear singlets to gyms or while jogging. its called ego stimulation(WONT USE THE MASTERBED WERD). they lift weights, then start ogling themselves in front of the mirror(mirror mirror on e wall, u dont have to tell me, who has the biggets moobs of all...). then see the lump of muscle, get agitated, pumps harder. they see the veins, get hornier and sells themselves to the poachers. wow. i sould try tt sometimes. i told everone but theyr just dissing my observation. wtf...

bye hols

SHYTTTT!!!!

2006-09-01T20:17:00.000+08:00

SHYTTT!!!!! im an ass... oh shit, im gonna sell myself to batam... wtf... WTF!!!! dammit sia.... haizz... some one pass me a sharpener

flashbacks on the butter

2006-09-01T20:01:00.000+08:00

ButterKrue. hows tt? trying to think up a name for my future band... i wanted The Dirty-ole Men but i think mothers wont approve(ur mother so fat!!!). i need the elderly for support. hmm, i just realised tt i charm ole ladies damn fast... woot!!! but still old la, haizz...

haha... cant believe i actually got an MSG of 1.3... my god, the tongkat ali really helps... man, i love it when i see results... but crap, at least the hols are here. one week of boredom and fun in the sun... speaking of tt. i had fun today...

oh yea, fun in the sun, i have a tune with lyrics for tt... singalong babes...

"we have joy we have fun, we fuck bitches in the sun"

yay?

btw, i really like Jin's learn chinese. i got a bloody B3 for chinese... then wei jian was trying to piss me orf, cock-in-the-ass fella...

i realised i cant joke without being dirty. now all of Bean's classmates and the xiao jie at the MiniToons shop think im Michael Jackie in S&K. ma GAWWWWD!!!!

all i did was hold tt vibrating turtle toy thing, and say something about showing tt guy how to use it...

ma de. im a pretty boy gone bad. anw, had fun yesterday. really enjoyed myself. although i only saw Ms Lau, and dint get to dunk, and dint get to visit SooSoo in changi prison. watched san ge hao ren again yesterday... haha

persuaded everyone to bunk in Wil's place... nostalgia sia... haizz. now im gettong serious. anw, i made many jokes there, all about his dawg/s. Junior and Zappel. prefer Zappel, JR too yappy... the bastard. remember ur namesake brudder. one day we may wag tails while gang-banging a cat together... sweet dreams...

har. start of the hols nt too bad. have a feeling tt....

Lips of an angel

2006-09-01T20:00:00.000+08:00

awww crap... i dragged it again. play hard to get, but nvr play too hard. see la, someone slapp me... haizz

1 week left...

2006-08-25T19:41:00.000+08:00

shyt, finally posting, cant blame man, studying and trying not to waste my life. and i've come to the conclusion tt ppl who listen to, and SING rock music... i mean metal rock. htye are all really bloody ugly>>>>> wth... hell, sharing sng with dem0nt now....

ok, my probs. Mr Tan is asking me to go for trials for the bunny dances. shyt, high jump long jump pole vault jump jump... hmph, im not happy in tennis anyway, but then doing Tracker is sian. i need spiritual advice. am i really gonna spend the rest of my life risking crotch injuries? ouchies...

i feel really bad, coach was asking me how to improve Kai Yi's ball fondling, i told him tt Kai Yi shuld go fly kite. actually i asked him to bounce the ball of the racquet to get some feel, but then he was still flouncing around. so hence, the kite. wa lao im damn bad sia.

at Sam's hse yesterdae. walao, damn his sister la, anudder blind seer. wth... which eyeball is loose huh?

anyway, Kai Yi's supposed to be a pro Mapler, just lyke Mr Seow. all the same. pic me and Sean doing the Mr Seow walk... lawl!

as i was saying, the nerdest ppl are pro at these kindf chionging games, so good fer dem.

yay, perfected my Tau Pok. but i need Philip. hes the only one tall and big enough to support. i go behind him, grab his shoulders and jump-press up. i end up 2ms bove e ground... dunnoe y, but everyone seems to find tt funny.

anudder thing, teachs seem to be picking on me, for noth good and bad, but mainly fer the guud

nt pai enuf... according to Wei Jian, im a tiger(nt in bed la... bugger, i sleep in longkang and pick up ppl's ditched GFs, i expand my porch by 2cm every year. i get my new shoes from those tt fall in. ) but during chinese class, im guai like hell... hmm

WJ: this guy damn pai sia, but during chinese lessosn arr, he damn guai damn quiet. then the cher always say, junrong hen guai.... bla bla bla, bla bla blah.

dunt suspect hanky panky man, im as straight as then thing sticking out from ur shorts... :P

Smallville's on now... i shuld be watching, but i still seem to have biddybiddy projs to do with. wtf
and nxt week's teach day, i need roses or something sweet. noe where? my neighbour the wall abit de hard to climb leh...

and get this! Mr Soo's the sick dick! wtf. started on mon, and by now, all the ex-Marists and half of my class noe bout tt. think we'll go visit him in jail... walao, MS is falling apart wifowt me lor...

b4 i go, i just wanna scream...

YEA!!!! 100% for LIT CA 2... whos the scantily clad ball now?

i can be ur hero baby, but only if u put tt nip sharperner away...

de wun where de toilet affects the sprint

2006-08-09T17:04:00.000+08:00

haha, saw Jonus, Nick Koh and the other ex-MS bballers. in the toilet dar, it has the ambience mah. weee

first, i saw the sec 2 guy, the guy who i always jeo in p5. u noe when u see someone familiar. nope, itz nort the smell darling... its when theres eye connection. u look and look and look. emos can be carried in just a single look, so i'm trying to ogle as many ppl as possible now, its called being sensitive and open. what a pity, now im scaring away all the young maidens

oh, i forgot, Mr Soo was there too. all the b-ballers, too free sia. ANW, i saw Jonus and whacked him, he looked at me like im some sorta jerk( i love the word jerk, makes me think of thrust, and when i think of thrust, i think of rockets, see! im not dirty!) then he started hugging and slapping my back. wow. Nick Koh abit de dao, but its ok, i can deal wif rejection.

then they we toodled and left. greg started telling me something Aaron Huang said, something bout Mr Soo going to jail for molesting a maid, and the guy having to shave his head bald. he was close to bald btw. so we went down by the carpark ramp, while discussing Mr Soo's state of dirtiness. then we met them at the excalator. Greg was still promoting Mr Soo awareness loudly. great sales initiative! reminds me of the time Nick Kwa was in the canteen telling me bout ______( ur guess) then ______ came up from behind and i had to whack him to shuddup. wow

anw, its like those kind of smelly situations. u say bye, and then u meet them again. bull la, and Greg was still defaming SooSoo.

hey wait! Emily and Wesley are over, let me practise my dog howl... AWHOOOOOOOOO

whew. better. anw, i just found owt tt Aaron Huang seems to know me very well. now whys tt? i dint even speak to him b4 in my whole six years.... walao, anudder bunch if sick Asian stalkers... bet theyr googling my name now. someone call for some censorship!!!

hey, NDP has started. all i see is white.... hmm.... che! its the parade ground, they used canvas la! oh no... i hope Sean Tan dint go anywhere near...

uh oh

ok, since im feeling childish. let me tell u bout Mon's run. surprisingly, i did betetr. wow! 26mins++ but the position sucks. hmmm, Josiah got a prize, Gavin got a prize. MIC !!!! got a bloody prize( damn u la! i noe ur on steroids. im gonna drink ur urine until i prove ur involvement. wait, did i really say tt? omg, i mean i wanted to have it tested...)

update, now the weirdos have jumped owt of the plane and are holding hands.wow, so romantic...

i went with Naresh again, and we were eating Gummy Bears along the way. this time i really pushed. and my calf was like burning... run was tiring, what isnt? then at the last 300m, i sprinted too early, so i ws like half dead. then Wei Jian comes up behind me. i get damn pissed. i told myself no nerd is gonna lap me, specially one with curly brown hair. i chiong all the way, and stop at the cones.... i hate cones... walao, i was supposed to run thru... wtf... i'm never going to support Maddona and her cone bras ever again... ahhhh!!!!

im peeved. and i remember going to the toilet just for fun, before the run. theres some devious conspiracy, but nah, Coincidence aint tt smart.

all i can say is, i wanna migrate to Tokyo...

lumanooluahluahluah

2006-08-04T21:41:00.000+08:00

chant wif me, lumanooluahluahluah lumanooluahluahluah lumanooluahluahluah

The Twee Lil Peeps

Once there were three little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials that were indigenous to the area, they each built a beautiful house. One pig built a house of straw, one a house of sticks, and one a house of dung, clay and recycled monkey skulls shaped into bricks and baked in a small kiln. When they were finished, the pigs were satisfied with their work and settled back to live in peace and self-determination.

But their idyll was soon shattered. One fine day, along came a big, bad wolf with drastic expansionist ideas. He had a vision, and upon seeing the pigs, he grew very hungry, in both a physical and ideological sense. When the pig saw the bastard, they ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door, shouting, “Little ter bah, little ter bah let me in!”

The pigs shouted back, “Your upskirt tactics hold no fear for the pigs defending their homes and culture!”

But the wolf wasn’t to deny what was his manifest destiny and foot fetish. So he huffed, and puffed and blew down the house of straw. The frightened pigs ran to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit. Where the house of straw had stood, other wolves bought up the land and started growing wanking-bananas

At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, “Little ter bah, little ter bah let me in!”

The pigs shouted back,” Chut you, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!”

At this, the wolf chuckled condescendingly. He thought to himself: “Snotty little pork knuckles. It’ll be a shame to see them go, but progress cannot be stopped…”

So the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks had stood, other wolves built a time-share IR for comatose, vacationing wolves, with each unit a rubber reconstruction of the house, thereby putting Durex out of business, as well as native mama shops, snorkeling and dolphin shows.

At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, “Little ter bah, little ter bah let me in!”

This time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote similar letters of protest to LKY and the United Nations.

By now, the wolf was getting angry at the pig’s unsympathetic refusal to see the situation from the carnivore’s point of view. So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack, proudly brought on from eating too many fatty foods and not adhering to the food pyramid.

The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little drunken dance around the corpse of the wolf, ending the ritual with a piss in the mouth for good luck. Their next step was to liberate their homeland, something learnt from G.Bush. They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced of their lands. This new brigade of flabby-guerillas attacked the IR complex with machine guns and rocket launchers (scaring off the sun-bathing chio bu’s) and slaughtered the cruel wolf oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal butt care and affordable wolf meat for everyone.

Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were harmed in the blow(job?)ing process

adapted by mua. :p

Long tyme le. update. went for the orientation run. 4.8 in half an hr. and i was serious too, kept pushing myself. walao. hey! think i saw Patrick there! all the R.I ppl also testing the trail... too bad dint see Chung Cheng or some other monk... haizz.

we ran better then dem lor. firstly, they started off 5 mins earlier, 2nd, they were sining some bottle song. "10 bloody bottles, standing on the wall..." get it? then i run pass and hurl niceties at the bottles. then the uncle comes after me for not recycling.

have to push myself more Mon. love the nxt week. even if the national colours are gay. yay! think im gonna volounteer to get my face painted.

gonna watch Tokyo Drift. dun go scratch ur neighbour's car kids. listen to JAY ARE!!!. eww...

ruff?

its called teo injury

2006-07-21T21:50:00.000+08:00

who knows how to kick a ball? u have to caress it, get close, then remove it from the scene of the crime. yay, i love crimewatch. notice how they always get some familiar spastic fagg to play the baddass/lecher?

ok. sob story. (i love tt phrase) i pulled my knee muscle, spas up my right arm abit after puching too many ballz. and who said child abuse was bad? ballz are more rugged! and they dun scream back. e bad thing about kids, ur never sure who they'll be when they age. then they start on about revenge...

crap. damn, shuldnt have run aroung Telok Kurau so much. had to skip 3 stations today. ahhh!! lets see, doggypoop 1 went TM, so obviously i dint tagg right? now i feel bad, making ppl wait around for mua. i heard its good for the butt muscles. sit and u get a chair-shaped butt. stand and u get vericoss(sum shyt lyke tt. dun bother =P) but squat/wait. and u get more chiao butt muscles. try imagining tt to the King-Koil ad sound. the Toiiiinnnnnnnnnnng. sum shyt liddat

pic this. image 4-5 guys running across the street, throwing a blackie ball around. (no, we dint chop up any indian)[ hey shyt! todae racial harmony day lei! why i so racist! ma der... i gif u my ballz when i die la...] see this, we were released at 10+ obviously noone felt like mugging. i;ll cut the catfights and arguements on whos place to crash, took like half n hr? an i just realised they were still TM gang were still waiting. aww

whos played Dead or Alive? ok. no need to tell the kids. We Don't Have To Whisper. u noe when ur trying to do something moderately bad? and Phil's grandaddy keeps popping in? bad for the eyes, cornea infection me thinks.

then we went to Jian's. Mudder made us lick our feet clean. then we jumped on the squirt. i sweeped his place for bugs. bed clear, nope P Neo wasnt under the mattress.

then run run run again. we do alot of running. its speculated tt running helps in lower body friction, now whys tt? oh, dun ask... e park rawks. its next to this big Longkang with all the tress, George bushes and b-ball court. sweet.

tt is, until i started prancing around in my banna-leaf dress. i mean topless. must sexy abit mah, u dun noe whos hiding in the longkang...

played concrete. then i had to go spastic and rupture my tendon. hey! i love the word rupture! ruptured blood vessels, ruptured tinky-winky, ruptured pancreas, ruptured water pipes, ruptured _______. i lurve tt.

u noe when ur playing soccer? u have to swivel wif yer hips. at least tts what Lester A.K.A Sean says. so when ur tired, u slack, and take the brunt of it on ur knee. tts where i always tear my ligament. wtf. i need some chio nurse to massage. no massage parlours la, too many china mamas running around VS now.

lawl, i kena chared black. then had to run back coz i was gonna miss my next pimp client. hey! met bean again! heres da best part.nope, it aint the crotch, go study the anatomy of a human first. hes taggers ask me why i so dao today, i tap my chest to show im being emo. then they go "wha! tua neh!" oi, itz called infection my scantily-clad niggerz.

fast forward the clock. its christmas. good things always happen during christmas. i love fantasies. eh crap, wheres my red furry condom? ahhhh!

kinda blew my ca$h, again?

crap, i have the VS 130 thing to attend. looks like nathan wil be dere. its till 6... wa lao. haizz. time, 11.22. spa massage! ciao!~

priesthood(no relation)

2006-07-14T21:48:00.000+08:00

eh! why m i playing this song? baby boy... *shudder* fruck kids. ive decided on abstinence. erm, its the state of staying away from ice cream right? cluck?

shyt. now ms koh thinks im a mad stripper who walks around half-naked. walao. im 2 yang to be an exhibitionist... mbe la. times r hard.

lets see. nathan cumming VS. dunnoe why he wanna do tt. i mean, why he cumming fr? sm ppl just 2 free. why cum here nt dere? cumming, nt cumming. wth. mic gets to shake his hand. HIS HAND!!!! arr! i dun even get to wipe the snot. boo hoo. mbe i can sarkar him for e autograph. then maybe i can be his 5th concubine. yay?

cumming or not, its still a dastardly crime

i got shyt on my mind. who wants to sing song wif me?la lalalalalalala. i can join S.I. mwuacks, i noe Ja has JR fetish. its as certain as e way i have a foot fetish. slurrps

today no mood, must be the bengs.

qian sia, smashed into bean Thurs. bengs bengs bengs bengs bengs and 2 lians.... ewww. i smell sheep, bahhhhh. (dunnoe why, butt im into noizes now.) i realise i dun make the cut. sian. no comment.

i need to go read my own sob story, and to check e windows incase of ms koh. hear the bengs nudder era.

thx

2006-07-09T10:09:00.000+08:00

yay! i love yang hsiang! i got back my 4 abs. mwuaccks! coach, u rawk man! just dun get killed in action during ur in-camp training. abs are the 1 thing tht boon can never give =D

Fucked up Friday : How to fuck friday law-abidingly

2006-07-08T14:07:00.000+08:00

aww fuck. heres how fucking fucked fuck fuck fuck friday is. hey, fuck, duck, fluck, fluke. yay! the word friday evolves! wow... O

hmm, lets see. morn, got scolded by Ms Lim for fucking around with sean's dildo. crap, i mean wallet. u see, i saw his wallet lying there innocently. so i wanted to pollute, and tossed it round to Brandon. then the git hid it under some guys back. ok, tts just right. but is Sean tt bastard happy? NO! he has to bloody raise his bloody hand, and bloody spew his niceties to Ms Koh. (btw, ms koh rawks as a lit teach). teachs blab alot. so she finds Ms Lim.

nxt day, Brandon kenas. then he has to open his mouth. so i kena oso lor. too bad mr bean wasnt there to cover for me... wth. then i get slammed for wearing my silver shoes (semen overload, sorry). yup, then i get slammed again for the noticeboard. wtf, its u ppl who dun search for the newspaper articles... cheebyes... ( hey! tt day i ate this chicken with 2 cheeByes! wow! amazing!)

fuck, din no1 tell ya slamming was bad for the armpits? cozes excessive growth of weeds

then we all kena pumped for PE. damn u Mister Amir. i have a theory. he had bad sex/ accidents the night b4. fuck, make until my arms so seized. so i screwed my running. no comment.

recess, soccer. no goal. was sneaking my History assignment during Mr Gab's period, why trying to look interested on where my Trachea is located. erm, Trachea is the Rectum right? after school, soccer again. scored 1. got friggin pissed wif the way things were going. so i ZHAOed early. fooled around with my tennis guys. then played soccer again in the tennis court wif the soccer school team guys. scored 2. i was so happy, shouting tt Yang Xiang was officially dead, when he had to appear lugging all the ballz. wtf. shit, tennis was ok, just tt physical sucked. man, still cramp now. wa lao, all tt strain on the legs. after training ma lovely legs kept seizing up, i'm taking it as a sign of menopause... shyt sia. think i'll skip tennis tonight... awww

mv marathon

2006-07-02T10:44:00.000+08:00

shit... Eng's out. wtf. ah nvm, im still rooting for the Germans=DD! shit la, Beckham shyld haf vomitted again. the bile would have inspired the ball. see la... now pubbing ole men all over SG get depressed all because of one ball. it makes me wonder... why? no ball will die meh?

Germany betr own hor...

yay. i got this poster of Superman.lawl. together with this new Dragon Tiger Gate show... hmm, suddenly movies are getting better. wth. i prob need the DVD... at least Suppes rawk. e suit i mean. its perfect for gay parties. e show is supposed to be boring. only like half hr of action. but hell, some weirdly dressed dood flapping around can still catch attention right? even if he has bad dress sense...

MVs i wanna watch/slam/criticise/sneak in to:

Suppe returns. as mentioned. love the tights.
lets start with Fast&Furious : Toyko Drift. hey, the name rocks. just hope its not some Korea sob-story about the car tragically dieing and this guy with the-hard-to-pronounce-name-killing-kimself-in-him-post-trauma-stress. at least the cars are chio=PP, the babes chio-er:0)
Re-Cycle. lawl. the story line rawks. but i need to bring my teddy bear to the cinema, coz i have this trauma for weird faces popping out. anw, its the bloody sound tt gets to you. the psycos in the show can be freaky. but its the loud sudden sound tt gets to ur magnetism. the freakiest thing is, u turn to ur left, and u realise e dood beside is snoring. wtf.
Ghost Rider. chey, it probably cums owt nxt year, but wth. the trailer looks nice.
Pirates of The Caribbean : Dead Man's Chest. whew. finally learned the spelling. at least johnny is gothic la.
How Much Do You Love Me? no comment. some show bout hookers and deprived men. its just for the novelty...
The Lake House. chey, dey copied the idea from this Korean flick. no imagination. chey!
Just My Luck
4.30. e shows abit gay la. both guy and boi looks snuffed. think theyr doing the Kate Moss thing. they doing smack!
A Scanner Darkly. coz the animation rawks
King and The Clown. for tips on how to cross-dress
Shinobi. coz i hardly watch jap movies and i think i need to be alil mor zen

tts sian la. all these cumming owt in mid-late july. wth

fuck school. the pillars are better to screw actually...

2006-06-29T17:46:00.000+08:00

yay. at least Lit rawks. thats something to look forward to. i realise Lit is a very emo subj. u have to use yer feelIngs. So juZ Reach oUt ANdf feE! e Ba1lz. good for Ghana, u'll pass on the luck to them through earthly tremors. then the FIFA ball mutates into ur grandmudder and harasses Ronaldo to the toilet. see la, told u not to gorge, now u pui pui. how to run? wheelchair wan?

then again. itz probably ur granny's fault for taking too much Heroine. now she thinks shes WonderWomen. someone get her to kick the habit, mutating into balls aint no good, seeing tt i poick up random balls to lick. dun wanna lick ur AhMa now do we? im cussing grandmuzzers coz i think they're butch. must be la... saw one reading Maxim... OMG...

back to Lit. i need a poem. actually i need to deco my Portfolio. and i dun want any of my despo songs. so anyone got an idea. i wanna have some dainty lil thing on the back of my portfolio. something tt'll evoke tears. its good to have teary teachers, what with e water shortage now. at least e monkeys have enuf water to play water guns with. now i need e toilet

hey! the kidcentral song rocks! my god, i dint noe we had such talent in squirts! lawl. im gonna watch... if i start looking nerdy and sucking my thumb again, it probably means ma powers have manifested. yes!

anw, any ideas? im talking to myself here. mordern guys call it brainstorming. stonge-age men call it lonely constipation. mbe i can write something to do with my pimping business.... yea, then ms koh comes and ask me how much... lawl.

Question: WHy does something bad always happen on a rainy day? wha lao. someone tell god to be more toilet-trained. i hate cleaning up and paying for the damages...

刮风的天............... 雨下的天.............. 在厕所忘记冲水的那一天............

i knew it, its a ploy by the government to make us support NEWater... wth. perverts, im not drinking my dog's piss....

ok, this is something micah told me on the way home.

One day, he was going to church to renew his vows with the ole man up there. He was gazing out of the window... (Oi! can i cut the italics? makes me look gay!) when he saw this girl crossing the road. He felt a tingling sensation in his arse. Suprised at the sudden intensity of activity, he put on a spastic front, and winked at that girl. She looked back at him. He stared. She smiled. He smiled back. She got knocked down by the next Walking Traffic Light.

The End

see la... who asked u dun listen to uncle Sam? When he motions for u to cross the road, u jolly-well cross. dun put ur life in front of wandering light poles. and please, dun stare at the dood in the car. its called severe blindness.

Drink and ogle Mic, crosses out lives. tts the new traffic police motto. brought to u by the dickheads who are incharge of ur sexual well-being. ciao

damn... all this writting and i still havent gotten a poem. wtf... i thin ki'll go drink kopi with David Gan. i heard he wanted me to bare my hairy chest for some hair mag. lawl... let me see the $$ first man.

lawl... now i hate Tues and Weds coz of all the shitty subjs. Fri rawks! tmrw at least. wtf, NAPFA next week, according to Kwa. shit, i need to go jogging liao...

lawl.... i love the mr brown show... there is a lack of burds. who wanna volunteer?

k, i need to zhao. the cats need me... shit. sometimes i feel like im stuck in the mid of a cat fight. just tt both cats seem weird when approached. wtf... i almost got into a fight... 2nd time... with JC guys lawl.... i was at the bus stop, in a foul mood. then i started shouting how bad VJC sucked and all. lawl. then this whole gang came out coz i think they had some conference at VS. fuck... they were staring at me... shit... i need anudder layer of clothes.... wa lao... im stuck in V.... ahh!!!!!

the Advs of The WayWard JR

2006-06-25T14:18:00.000+08:00

k la. im back, happy? basket, suddenly everyone starts missing me... check my mailbox/inbox la!...wtf...

in Europe, 9.30 is still bright. i can go jogging at tt time. and at 4am, it gets shiny. wth. a miserable 6 and a half hr. how to have healthy sex? oops...

and the ppl there are all sluts. so SG rawks... yay?

YAY! Dave ism shorter than me! yayayayay! by 1cm la, sheesh. hes 172, im 173. whos ur daddy now? see, the punk is shorter. he trys to go B Ball, but still ends up shorter. whos the friggin giraffe? huh? HUH?

tts the thing. Dave is short. how can ppl confuse dave with dave? sorry, i mean Dave Wong, wif Dave Tham. tt night, i saw this pussy licking its pussy. amazing! it was justr lazing on the fence, doing the thing, i shout "Dave! u shud see this!"

then Dave wong comes up.

"not u la, u not sick enuf"

then i pull dave therebut then the kitty stops doing the thing... wasted...
i just wanna comment on how acrobatic the kitty can be. man... damn versatile la! plse, who else can do tt raise ur hands? (errr, who would wanna do tt ar?)

ok, to test out the proness of tt kitty, im gonna try to break the record. theres this show on MTV. Call 2 Greatness, where these guys try to break world records. im gonna follow

....

chey... i oso can, bullshit la puss. go home, i get the trophy.

so i took a cab wif mic and greg. greg paid(coz his grandmuzzer insulted my manhood). i think we pissed the cabbie off. toked to much... ANW, we dint go Escape. they were all there, but we dint feel like paying. god... its 16.50 for adults(13 and above) and 6+ for kids. mic can be a kid, but greg and me? too man la... shyt, shud have laid off the testosterone...

dumped our bags, and managed to get the others out(so we dint have to go in). everone looks the same, cept the voice a bit deeper. eg, u approach sean lee.

"hey bro! long time man!"
"HEY"

he growls back at u. Big Change. congrats man. too bad u're still a squirt... hahaha

but for this i cant forgif meself. i forgot some ppl. i had to ask ben. whos tt are? sorry man, im guilty.

a couple of boys stuck in a chalet for 5 hrs. what can they do? OI! who said ORGY! i'll kill tt bastard! come clean la.

we went to jam XBOX. at first they wanted to go lan, i just sian sian folo. tts the bad think bout these hol resorts, too many kids. u go in to the centre, and see all the kids there mapling... wth.

at least they had decent Xbox rental. $3 per game for every 1hr u play. lets see. Medal of Honour, NBA All-Stars, Winning Eleven, Brothers in Arms, Soul Caliber, Ghost Recon 2...

not bad.

basically tts all ba, boring right? lifes liddat.

at 6, anudder group came, and i tot we were done. so BBQ, then i blasted like 4 songs. all good charlotte, (damn u dave, noone likes GC la!) then we all wanted to go bowling. dunnoe, i have a theory. i think they wanted free coaching. wth, dint bring my equip. anyway the damn alley wasnt open, according to ben. dint even border walking there.

whats nxt? arcade lor. mic kept asking me to do this dance game. so he can get the coupons for this cute fluffy toy... wtf, i dun dance la... they had this hoop counter, then we were having a competition. hey, im quite sharp le! cept tt i still lost to mic and dave. wilfred kept snatching my balls... poor desperate guy.

oi! my balls belong to me!

then my fone kept ringing. bloody irritating. how to concentrate... wth, like a bloody vibrator in my pocket.

rest of the DAY was like downhill. snapped a few fotos(back where the pussy was). cab again. OI! i paid $2 ok. my hard earned $$$ leh! i wont state my profession.

greg, tell chloe tt i paid. i dun deserve this kinda treatment. i dint bully u k! u beter sweet talk her...

ciao chee bye

(bye bye in italian, german, and eng respectively. lawl. chao CB... lawl!)

U-ROPE!!!

2006-06-11T20:24:00.000+08:00

YAYAYAYAYAY... wtf, im going. to my fans, friends, frying pans, and faggs. dun miss me. u see, u dun noe what u have till its gone. dun worry, i'll be with u in spirit. if u hear noizes in the middle of the night, it probably means i cant sleep too. STALKER ABOARD.... wtf, hell... im wasting 10 days leh!!! ok, ciao

pishjy...

2006-06-09T07:32:00.000+08:00

ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz tennis is at 9.30, think i can make it?..... bah, i fell into the toilet bowl accidentally, sorry coach. see? i knew it was a bad idea taking up tennis as a CCA. man, shud just have left it as a recreational sport. some things are fun, until u start taking it seriously.

Sing Idol

spent the last two nights cussing the croakers on TV. first night wif ralph, 2nd night with mic and yong kang(3 way conver). the diff? first night i was shouting "butch!!!" 2nd night i waas hollering "spastic butch!!!"

speaking of butches, scalett johansson is butch. i watched the island on mon. look, at least act like a normal female? her comrades scream and wail, she has to grunt and growl. Not only that, after she's done with all the testosterone, she goes on and display accurate acts of violence and kicks the poor males in the crotch. wtf? Scallop has to be a man!
eg.
The Norm:"Bobby help! there's a cockroach in my hair! AHHHHHH!!! SAVE ME!!!!"
Scallop: "WTF?! There's another Ka Zua in my hair. STAND BACK Bobby! I'll frag it myself"

whatever the case, the poor cockroach still gets fried and flushed down the toilet. let me mourn. u notice this Bobby guy appearing? i dunnoe, theres always this guy hanging around, like some useless third arm, so why not Bobby? sounds like a big furry teddy bear...

back to SI. i feel that they should increase the no. of ppl going to the next round.

chey, blogger technical fault... wth, kena logged owt.

back to SI, again. most of this year's croakers have potential. if u just give them a chance, they can improve and maybe sing my socks off. too bad this is reality, u only have one shot, hey, so start moping.

yayayayayayayayay! its raining! and the bangala called! cancelled! yayayayaya
must be my charm... xD!!!

hmm... seems to be and excess of butches this year... eg sis. ok, lets start flamming. i dint noe my sis was so smart. i made a mistake that i told myself never to make. and thats just depressing... wth.. i assumed, made assumptions. fuck, im turning into an adult. i appreaciate the maturity that comes with this phase, but then, i find myself turning blind and insensitive. (kewl, daredevil. love the red boxers). WTF! i had to go and BLOODY assume. shyt. it shud be funny, i normally would laugh at it. but my funny bone's been chipped(osteoporosis) and now im fucking pissed. u see, when u assume, u lose ur rational thinking, u dun bother to figure it out with logic. fucking blunder, u get slammed in the face.

so now im reviewing everything. looking at the situation, seeking out the flaws and chinks, so i can use the, to my advantage. see? i love it when im so smart... i could kiss myself...

dang, im leaving mon. wth, im actually gonna write chinese compos on board! 13 hr flight... too free. dun think i'll score well, 6 compos, all will have sumthing to do wiuth the plane's toilet. hell, i got my mp3, can last me about 20 hrs. but when u listen to music, ur usually doing something else. but whats there to do on the plane? oh yea, looking owt of the windows. im gonna press my face there, so therer'll be an oily imprint there for years to come.. bah, still boring. what would i expect to see? no like there are flying chio bu's flapping along side the plane. at that height too!... ar well

im just gonna rewatch the first episode of lost 7 times, just to freak myself owt. seeing the arse of the plane ripped off... kewl... mirza wants an autograph of thierry henry... will try to parachute into the stadium man. then u see me labelled a streaker as i run across the pitch on live TV. yes... fame rawks. u noe its estimated that an average person gets famous for 15mins in his life? famous meaning everyone wanting to noe ur underwear size and wig colour.

damn, life sucks. i need to think up a list of songs to bring to the reunion party... a bit siao... go bring 30 bucks for dinner? go fly kite lar... im providing the music and entertainment. i might consider being a male stripper for the day if im chirpy and if there are enuf chio dogs running around. i have my principles... till then, i need a shave, ciao

btw i have a new nephew. descendant count: 2 nephews, 1 niece(butch?), 1 grand nephew
nuthing to be proud about, tiny terrors... just that day: my niece, clarissa i think, or issit charrisa? nvm, she crawl to me and gave me this maniacal grin. my cousing went"ooh!!! u have maternal instincts arr!!!" crap! u noe how bad is that? me! maternal! AHHH!!!

*siam la u bitch! no milk for u!!!*(whispered so as not to inccur the wrath of her momma)

and now i have another squirt neph. wth... hey, at least call ur daughter claire, coz thats my fav name. oh, cannot. morg hates claire, and shes on our victim list, screw that, call her sally.

i mean, what the hell is up with ppl? less then 4 months after giving birth and they get themselves big again. wonderful. just great. that sounds real eager... man, so many things to think about. so this time, really ciao

tanniz camp... surfing the waves of ball magnetism

2006-06-05T17:02:00.000+08:00

man, just wanted to say... ouch, my body. man, dunnoe how anyone cam be so sore... wth...

tennis camp, suppossed to be from 8am - 9pm... knew it was a bad idea. actually wanted to skip. but hell, i need my rep. but it aint good to get ur rep up too high... man, yang xiang wanted to get me to call up all the sec 1s for this fri's training. as if lor,wait long long. im planning to skip, but maybe not, if im feeling angellic enuf.

wth. just realised. the pissys are ok, its the un-pissed that piss. i mean, its freaky how fast they change. the thing i realised, most lower sec guys are insecure, so they talk big, but actually theyr kinda... meek with the seniors around...

garr... hardly played tennis, like 5 rounds of Royal Rumble, and 1 Doubles against these 2 s0-s0 guys. kena owned 2-1. and got the senior pissed.

so basically, we started off wit dodgeball, then handball, then soccer, then captain's ball and other variations etc.

the only reason i went was to improve my rep, first time with the whole team, ok, mbe half, since the udders slacked off too. ok, one way, when u do team games, see when u get chosen. i not bad la, got chosen after all those pro strikers. look, when ur sec 1, the seniors try to make u feel at home(or mbe not, some just too pissy) but basically, wunce u outstay ur welcome, (like tokin too much eg samuel)

SIAN SIAN SIAN!!!

every game took half hour, and slacking in between each game for 15 mins. lucky we got to go owt for lunch... crappy anyway. wanted to go parkway, but everyone already trooping there. so me and mic decided to go to this bubble tea shop... lol, outside chung cheng high. bad choice la. one hole grope dere. sian la... SIAN!!!!!!

so we had to ditch the idea. went to 7-11 a lil way down. wth... chung cheng %(*#!$@ sprawled all over the floor. damn. how they do it? buy cup noodles, and just plonk down there... then i got chronically depressed. mic bought tolberone... lol, half-melted. then i just got a drink. man, walked back for about half the route to VS... we werent due till 1. sian sian sian.

wth, mic got excuse... he and kundan left for monitor's camp. shit, now i really regret not being the monitor... shit sia! man, at least MC was fun (i saw). even if the monitors were all gay and nerd... sorry la! itz called stereotype.....

chey, then after lunch, i got really pissed. i started playing rough, so even the seniors got a lil scared, but dunnoe if they were just playing or what.

they were like

" eh sec 1, u, jr, dun come near me hor"

"y? scared right? dun worry, i lend u some body pads. want an ambulance ready?"

then i piss the guy off, i gt pissed. and society starts to realise that the place is really pissed up...

like wth... shit, im tired, and pissed, with a headache... ... im just happy that there was no BBQ.

anyway, think i'll skip blogging for a while... i need to mugg... wtf? i try too hard sometimes... it makes me wonder, m i that obvious too?

screw that

hol plans(how to piss society)

2006-06-04T10:42:00.000+08:00

firstly, im sick. no, not that kind of sick. the headache, stomach cramp, leg detachment kinda sick. eew, all the symptoms of AIDS. gosh, where have i been?

Things i wanna screw during the hols. See? i realised that u have no direction once u're out of school. even though skewling is crappy, but at least u have a goal. now we're all goaless bastards.

movies i wanna watch:

Superman Returns(i watch it for the red)
X-Men 3(why gays are stereotyped as being different)
Pirates of The CarryBean 3 : Flat Man's Chest
She's The Man(CROSS-DRESSERS! the whole lot'o em!)
The Da Vinci Code(sneak in?)

aww crap, im busy this hols. hey tai rong, HBD man, i cant go, sorry. wont get to thrash ur place...

ok, i went to my uncle's place Fri to collect some winter clothing. (belonging to my cousins coz my marm's too lazy to go buy) the ole man was watching some tennis match. hey, quite interesting. but risky. remind me not to watch women's Singles again. RISKY. i think i got sore eyes now.

and after each point, he'll make some comments, trying to persuade me to take up golf.

"u noe, u shud play golf, ask ur dad to take you. it helps with ur dunoe-what-muscles(i think its the lower body/ trunk muscles). will improve ur tennis game. "

forgot to mention, he plays tennis too.

"ur so young, u wan to follow me to australia to whack balls at the course? good for ur hand-eye coordination(huh? really meh?)

anudder thing, all my uncles are too darn free, jetting around the whole world just to play golf. golf really that fun meh?

i mean, i got forced into playing golf once or tice. dint say i really enjoyed it. u get to drive those cars things. whasit called? lackeys? oh, buggys...

what gives? i dun really care.

im painting my room tomorrow, blew $100++ on the paint. hey, at least my dad lets me do it myself. so i get to stencil in the letters"JR" all over. talk about being ego.

King Of the kongers... wth, feeling elated

2006-05-29T13:44:00.000+08:00

haha... watching King Kong... i noe, left it a bit late. its the hols, so what yer xpect? just rawk on, and stop gawking...

chey, first part of the monkey show is boring. i applaud all the effort put into making the scenes look 1950s. Peter Jackson gets a pat on his back as well as free laser treatment coupon. too bad. waiting for the monkey to appear. then we'll sit down and sip tea together. dun worry, i'll leave enough of his hairy butt for you, too much hair aint good. check owt the fibre!

ok, lets continue with part 2 of the X-Men. finished the book last night. ok, jean's really whacko. she fragged the ole prof. head shot, squeezed him. something like stripped him down. dun worry, its nuthing sadistic nor issit porno. she sortf altered his molecules, tearing them apart so that opnly hes wheel chair's left. serves him right, hes been butt-squashing the poor chair for long enough.

and Cyclops got killed by her too. she had an ego switch at that moment. she asked the poor guy to take off his specs, then he blasted her... duh? she fiddled with the atoms again, increasing the power of his beams, and then she reflected the thing back... erm, kinda dumb right? shit, stop reminding me of the bird... i think i'm gonna have PST(Post-Situation Trauma)

then she did that to our dear woofie too. increasing his power. but his power is that of regenaration... meaning he replaces stuff quickly... hmmm, how do u actually castrate him?... go ponder. so in the end, she died. look, if ur dead, just stay dead k?

then i just watched huo yuan jia that day. aprt from seeing someone whom looked damn familiar, the show was kinda simple really. hey, at least the man died?

ok, now the guys are sailing to the island. weartahell is that gorilla>? haha, they just made a reference to Singapore...

spent the whole morning loading my songs, tweaking the bitrate and stuff, so now im ready to go. shit, im gonna bring along this writing pad, or maybe my dad's PDA. then i can scribble and write all my inspirations. shit... 16 hr flight... at least i get to watch movies... right?

best case senario; i meant this chio Irish goat. we get married, have kids. i divorce it, then it pines for me, following me back to SG. i sell to the uncle at the butcher's and we all have goat stew for Christmas...

worse cas scenario: The plan i was supposed to be on crashes, and burns to ashes.(shit, im quoting eminem) i find myself stranded on the sunny island of batam. i run to my pimping den, and find that it has been turned over by my kind-hearted monkey pimps to the government. i realise that it's been turned into a Women Refuge. i throw myself off the roof of the attap houses, knocking myself silly i wake up with the mentality of a slut. and i walk around selling my wares for the rest of my life

think i'll take the best case scenario option. at least we get to celebrate christmas happily.

ee! king kong the show is weird. they focus so much on character development... a bit sian after a while... bah, i think they want a very exciting climax for the ape. oh well, blame the media. i noe deep down, Mr Kong is just a big wuss. someone pass him the milk bottle

gor gor? wth!!! WTF!!!!

2006-05-28T10:57:00.000+08:00

im only writing coz im still peeved. yea, pissed. i woke up feeling pissed. its called accumulated stress... wth...

ok, heres my prob. theres this girl in tennis. forgot the name... crap. how m i supposed to slam if i dunnoe the name? oh well... lets all just cuss the entire women faction. what? women rights? lick my arse...

i can hear her screaming from 3 courts away. its like. "HELLO GOR GOR!!!!!" wth... i dun noe where to hide my face. so i just smile sheepishly and hug the nearest lamp post. [to show that im taken (:] but still... damn pishy... after a while, it becomes instinctive. u see certain ppl approaching, u cover ur ears, shut yer eyes, pray to gawd, beg for forgiveness, slit ur wrists, adopt an orphan, go on heroine, start a lucrative pimping business, or threaten WORLD-WIDE CASTRATION. any of the above, sometimes all these actions are carried owt... u must judge the extent of shock to the subject.

freaky... i meet sluts everyday. i mean, i take a lovely stroll round my neighbourhood. any idea how many dogs? bark at me? i mean, these nuthing wrong, i bark back. friendly conversation y'noe? but the thing is, they start to hump their front gate. hey, i noe im hot by human standards, but im VA-VA-VOOM for the doggies. or maybe theyr just blind... wadever, i mean, where are the pussies? all doggies, no pussies? what? OMG, this world is species-ist!!!

not only that, i have this paranoia. i think i saw this dog hiding in the tree once. i was playing soccer in the school field, then i heard some lewd panting... errr. i lobbed the ball into the tree, a yelp, then this reporter comes falling down. see, wth, i knew they wanted good media coverage of me... WTH! humans! bah, scre u'alll!

ok, cut the crap. fact is, im pissed. some ppl are just so childish... want a pacifier? not many ppl grow up. some adults remain kids... u noe, i love spotting adults who cant cope with life. it makes me happy seeing how intelligent i am. u see them, all inmatured and stuff, actually struggling with life! how much kick i get just owt of watching.

u noe, thirteen is horrible. ur stuck in between, not a man, yet not a kid. makes u wanna have a sex-change. at least females can still pretend to be bitches? what can guys do? butch? beauty and the butch... poor beauty... society is unfair. i think i need to campaign for gay rights. ok, not that im one, but i just wanna fool around, getting false supporters. by "fool around" i mean like wasting my time, not like getting drunk, ..., ...

speaking bout gayship. u noe, X-Man 3, is all about differences? i think the whole cast is homo... except Prof X. hes too bald to be homo, see? balding is a disadvantage, the Homo Assiociation dun let ppl with too much accumulated scalp join the gang. see? this is called differences, stratification of the layers.

so anyway, Ian Mckellen's gay... so is Bryan Singer i think, wonder why he left the 3rd movie. had a rough cat-fight i guess... so anyway, i think the onli reason Ian joined the crew was to prove "WE ARE THE CURE!" ee... stay away bub. bought the book yesterday, see how horribly screwed the cast is. lets see, Storm's called Ororo u noe? and Cyclops(Scotie) was killed by Jean, Prof X and Jean mati too, dunnoe why, havent really reached that point yet. fell asleep while reading the last few chaps... oi, its not that its boring. its just that, i was reading at 3 in the morn.

so any, u noe that Jean's going bonko in the show? comes back as a phoenix. man, i feel like having roast turkey. apparently, hey mutation(her powers) are sub-consious. so the ole Prof created psychic barriers to seperate her powers from her physical consiousness. so they developed seperately. then that day, she went for a dip in the dam. then she kena stressed owt. so the bird(her alter-ego) broke loose and flew around bird-shitting on everybody. someone frag that niao. its freaky huh, seeing how much damage birds can do, im gonna withdraw my donation to the SPCA. the most painful conclusion. females are freaks... u see jean running about trying to fly like a bird. but how bout Cyclops? Wolverine? the Prof? see whos the crazy sex? ok, maybe Logan's a bit hairy, but ultimately? whos the psycho? urgh! im afrad now... girls, stay AWAY!

im gonna swear off KFC chicken wings for a while...

hols... nobody's celebrating

2006-05-26T15:37:00.000+08:00

finally... hols... im still feeling sore all over. u noe those kindf crappy days? well, today was some shit like that. dint bring tie, dint bring MA WB(for grading), dint finish zuo ye, skipped make-up class... wee... wth, i just wanna go home and sleep off the holidays... shit, wth. wait so long for the hols, then it turns owt to be crappy. shit. im going to Europe, or at least some other exotic women...i dunnoe, my mom keeps trying to get me to see more of the world. what? u think i'll like it there? i wont even consider screwing the Eifel tower... mbe Big Ben...

6G organising a gathering, or at least, Eng Way is. PLAN: we meet up, stuff eng way into the toilet, and have the REAL party, thx for the effort pal... jk, but its nice to see the folks again.

hmm, yesterday damn qian again. ok, history lesson. everytime we pass by chung cheng bus-stop, i would go "eh! Alvin!" coz alvin went chung cheng. then we'll comment on how bean has mutated into a girl, or some other dude. funny thing is, we were just tokin bout him and his basketball style(bravo! he goes around like a skinny gorilla, cussing while dribbling the ball, must see) then he just walks up. me and mic started laffing, until 2 mins later when he spotted us. then dunked down bside me, mic, ralph.

alvin... A.K.A. bean, mr bean, beanhead, tao gei(my invention), soya bean, bean curd etc. anything that looks remotely like a shrunked appendix...

YES! toking to jon phay. looks like many ppl skived off too... im not alone... thats comforting...

eh! wait... wth, jon's level position oso same as me... shit, dun remind me... i din get A1 for geog... wth. 74.6! 74.6!!!! u bloody MF!!!!! MF!!!!! wth... apparently, i onli got 71% for CA1. crap, asked M Sharma personally. and wth, 71!!!! she said 78!!!! ahhh!!!!

i hate the system. 5% to the next grade. and i always fall short. im not used to being short(crotch-high?) so this is a real blow for my fragile heart. what gives man?

shit. about 11 position in class. can tell. so darn competitive. im only 4 marks away from zhongyun, and hes 8th in class... shit. caleb is 1 mark better than moii, and hes 10th... wth... hey, at least the teach's comments were nice, although they cant be trusted. i read only the good things... yea right, the whole thing was so goody-two-shoes... disgusting

actually, i noen my marks since yesterday, so ive already gotten the blow. its called privilege. i helped to file in the report cards so i get a peek. wth, now i sound like a perv. sorry la, tempting mah...

and now i cant even do guitar. coz ts for a cause. my mom's afraid i'll terrorize the guitar. now thats fked up... wth, no passion. go watch world cup la u hag, catch the soccer fever.

oh yea, some Nike sponsered 3:3 soccer thing going on. thank god. they using the tennis courts, so i just chuck training.

haizz. dunnoe why i now so tao. as in, i make frens quickly, then i get bored of them, even pissed. too bad la. what are friends anyway? just ppl to get u through, they can be chucked, so plse, constantly upgrade urself. sorry, forgot to state. this goes out only to the idiots. if ur an idiot, just dun get in my way. i dun mind idiots, but i hate noizy idiots. at least cut off ur tongue. and try not to squeal... disgusting!

see? im a dangerous man. ppl like me.all danger. thing is, u dun really now what im thinking. too bad, its a skill perfected over the years. u see, for most ppl, its natural, for them to express themselves. but for me, i actually need to thing what to do or say. so itz not instinctive. ok, maybe its freaky. im sorry, i exaggerated a bit. but u get what i mean? ahh... nvm, im just superior in intellect. shoo off. what im saying is, i can be smiling at you, but inside im cussing yer guts. vice versa. hey! this IS freaky!

OMG... next subj

so just dun fool around

shit la. some bad sure happen

2006-05-22T15:20:00.000+08:00

thats it. wth. Ys everyone from TKGS?

"u what school?"

"TKGS..."

"crap"

theres nuthing wrong wif that, just that itz a lil freaky... gd luck to ralph. dood...

which brings me to my point. crap. no, i mean the word crap. im saying it too often. its like sub-consious now. i.e. just now, ML asked me whether ive got the V Challenge sorted.

me: yea, i've sorted owt the roles and responsibilities. i'll go back and thrash owt the other crap.

me: shit, i mean stuff

ML: ^.^ ok...

its a part of me, like some ugly sentient sea cucumber attached to my upper torso... just damn sick...

YEA! A1 for geog! and EL. although im damn heck care bout EL. quit supprised that i can kena A1. must be lucky.

40/50 for geog. haha. 80%, plus the 78% from last term... I RAWK! ok, chill down. i rawk coz i thought i would get worse off.

Section A: -2m

Section B: -2m

Section C: -3m

Section D:(Case Study Qs)

Q2: 14.5/15

Q3: 11/15

dunnoe y im so cocky lor. like 5 other ppl got the around 40. highest sean chin, 43. wth! sean TAN, got 40.5... thats crappy, specially when u noe he hasnt studied... bloody slacker...

think my el is rotten now. 76.2%... wth... cant be bothered to improve anyway. the hag... my compos all crappy sia... but i think the one i wrote on silence was good... cept that i cant blame teach for being blind, cold, unfeeling, ugly, biased, and basically an itch in the hymen. oops... shit, only topped the class one... and that was in Comprehension... ahh!

ok, lemme teach u a few phrases. can be used to piss or confuse simple organisms. just dun use them after 9pm.

Perambulate: (my signature phrase. dunnoe why ppl always think it has something to do wif porn... err...) n. to stroll or walk leisurely

Callipygous: adj. having beautifully shaped buttocks(my humps)

Noddypoll: n. disordered gait characterised by stumbling or staggering(me after too many beers)

haha. dunnoe y im so free...

ok, told you bout Rihanna's Unfaithful right? listening to eet now... freaky... she sounds like a pros. "i dun wanna do this anymore, i dun wan to be the reason why"... "i dun wanna take away his life" but the song's sweet. like the beat. just that she kinda spoils it, sounds like she howling leh. even Desmond agrees thats she sounds despo. actually, she sounds like shes wailing...

crap. we're doing cookies this wed... shit. of all things... cookies... thats damn gay lor... first it was a model of VS, then cycling, then swimming, then picking thrash, then swimming again, and now baking cookies... wth... then everyone keeps asking me, " so what we doing this wed?" wth... u dint go forum vote, so how can i finalize it?!! shit them.;.. itz damn tiring, doing this kinda crap... haizz... the worse thing is, only Darryl noes how to succesfully whip up a cookie. so Bernard and Bryan's gonna go over today and learn. forget me, im not that enthu... anyway, theyr too short for me. lower than my crotch this time... there i go again...

dreaming

2006-05-21T15:15:00.000+08:00

finished late last night, and got the world pissed at me. wth. then my dad starts asking stupid Qs...

haizz... shit, how m i gonna get owt of this one? screw that. heh, was worth it though

What are you to me?
Just a passing phase

A temporary daze

What are you to me?

A picnic in the sun

Just a little bit of fun

What are you to me?

A ship that never sails

A hope that always fails

But i wish you were more

Than a temporary score...

That you could be

Everything to me

dort dort dort... errr

screw that mope. just got inspirational suddenly. hey! that sounds kinda sweet. feed poetry to ur dog, sure will increase the hair regenaration on its head, poor fluffy...

lets see. try Ryan Cabrera's Shes, Rihanna's Unfaithful, Teddy Geiger's For You I Will(preferably the G Major one) Shane Ward's No Promises, Nick Lachey's What's Left Of Me.

zzzzzzz

went to the library. rekindled my love for books. reading this book now. This Is All by Aidan Chambers. its erotic. horny kind of erotic. but hell, no one really cares? its bout a girl(duh!?) and her teenage years. im stuck in the middle, with no time to finish. its kinda thick. think Harry Potter thick. anyway, even if i cant finish reading it, i can put it to better use by chucking it at anyone who annoys moii.

arr crap. dun think i handled the discussion well. was kinda like a shouting match. unfortunately i ran owt of voice halfway. kinda horse now. aint there sum sorta nigger horse appearing in Lost?

anyway, couldnt even agree on what to do(my fault ar?) so we're doing it on the forum. and now i just sitting around, waiting for them to post. shit. i dun wan be OIC!!!

b4 we get all passionate. i would like to draw attention to my crotch. go on. i had this "Happy Accident" at andrew's place Fri. was checking my hair in the toilet when... bah, nvm. who asked them to build the sink at my crotch level? bah... ouch i mean

haizz, what if something u expected to happen doesnt happen? thats profound, lemme lay that owt in layman terms. i dint get nominated for pref. coz if i had, i would have seen M Maran for the interview. lucky me. dunnoe, Yi Qi got chosen instead. hes ok, very enthu and all. cept that hes short la. my crotch level again. wth, y m i obsessed wif crotches lately? obsession no est' a mor. anyway, at least i wont get to face any dilemas in the future huh. just that, i expected to get chosen. oh well. lemme tell u, when something goes right, something else will take a turn for the worse. take this morning, lol. i was damn freaking angry...

think i'll go read more self help books. or maybe speak to a councillor. i realise theyr weird ppl...

magnetic ballz

2006-05-19T18:39:00.000+08:00

skipped training, at least i think we did. dunnoe, i guess there wasnt supposed to be any training. then Jared gets an SMS from coach, saying hes on the way. by then, we were already walking halfway owt of the school. heck care the coach la.

went to Mandarin Gardens, andreaw's place. tennis, whad da yer xpect? heh, tennis anywhere is definitely "farner" then school training. although i miss training, supprisingly. shit, i just wanna slack, fool around, so i wont get my _____ up in a bunch. crappy thing is, ive already got somany hol HW, + assignments and projects to come. and everyone's asking me owt. thats the worse part. then i'll have to go ask my Ps.

"Sat, i go owt?"

"go where?"

"movie"

"with who?"

"fren"

"who?"

"____"

"who? from where?"

"School"

"classmate?"

"ya"

"no. we are going owt on that day"

"FUCK U BITCH> SUCK MY BALLS> IMPALE YERSELF> PISS OFF... dang"

thats the kindf crap i get. really pissy, gets u balding earlier due to androgynous stress. huh? doesnt reely make sense, wth.

so we walked to andrw's place. could see some tennis guys training at the courts... pity them. hell, guess everbody slacked off. dunnoe, im exhausted today.

during PE, i kena run 3.5 rounds round VS. thats crappy la. each rounds is like 600m.
so = 2.1km. and i had to make sure no1 slacked. thats the pressure. all the teachs think im a good guy, and they expect me to have higher standards of living and behaving. crap sia. just when i wanted to cut through the hostel. screw CK Tan. not only that, i got pumped this morn, 3 mins pushup position. and the ground was thos hard pebbles, so i got a cut in my palm. my lovely battle scars... so i was pissed ya? and dint bother to run. so i juz slack, slack, slack, and onli ran the last 200-300m. really sorry la. my mood bad. the worse thing was, my classmates oso saw me slacking, and slcked too.

worse thing,

"ur a tennis player, im sure u can complete the run in 2.5 mins, why u walk?"
"fuck u bastard. i step on scum, i DESPISE brats! FUCK U!!! erm sorry sir, i wanted to make sure that we ran in a group, so we lagged a lil for them to catch up."

so i kena run anudder dang lap. crap. so tired already.

played b ball wifowt the man's permission, so was forced to pump position 3 mins. thats helluva long time, when ur prostrating yer ass for him to see. shud have worn more layers of shorts to protect my organs from his penetrating gaze... besides, the floor was those grainy roungh type, so i got these pebble marks inprinted in me palm, and i got a small cut. my battle scars...

crapp u.

soccer for rest of period, and b ball reccess. this group of pissy sec 1s came, and we got thrashed. wth, we got 7 guys, they got 3. ok, 2 and on half naked dick. then anidder half naked guy comes along, and makes it the half naked duo. wth, pass my sunglasses. who would dare to qiang qiu? u trying to jump shot, then this sweating, hairy armpit suddenly shen chu lai. it fills yer vision, then u miss the damn basket... basket...

back to slacking. we did tennis. 1.5 hrs. yes! im insured. i wont screw tomorrow. hopefully... which reminds me, i need to practise my script... heh, wont really help right? oh well...

went for TT. hey, i guess im improving! although i still have some traces of my tennis background. u should see the way i grunt like Maria Sharapova. EENNNNGH! URRRRGHN! AHHHH!... sounds kinda horny... hey, at least i can play man. but tennis is still my love...

progress report. in my 2 years of tennis, ive whacked coaches quite a no. of times. Boon twice. once in shoulder, and the other in knee. Sam, once i think, although i forgot which organ. Yang Xiang, 1nce in the ass... whos left? coach nigel... heheh...

oh yea. ive sinned. my balls have a knack of whacking ppl's heads, like a bloody homing pigeon. dang. ive whacked girls in the head. then i start feeling bad. its the screaming, horrible blood-curling screams. guys are better. we bash and make up. but... haizz

is it my fault when they run right into the dang ball?

oh well... im pissed, and busy... what if something that is expected doesn't happen? shit. now im the OIC for Victoria Challenge 130. only bcoz sean is too blur... bloody bastard tan. i kwashiokor u arr... oops, thats protein defeciency. wth, getting my cuss words mixed...

ah shit, i need to mourn, mope, sulk abit.

Try to understand, i do want u as a fan

2006-05-16T16:41:00.000+08:00

craP, mic flys, greg gets lifted, but Jay Are always walks. wth
the gods play with our lives.
most gods use dice, but Fate plays chess.
Fate ALWAYS wins.

now how fucked up is that?
maybe i shud write a post on how unfair the world is... screw that. tt'll take too long.

hell... guys came and crashed at my place. watching MV's and blasting music. greg kept fondling my comp, checking out my music library. Mic eating up all my ice cream... dang the bastard. then went Fabling. Greg going, "sweet" every time i fragged a summoner. all those bloody gutz flowing owt... haizz, i pawn at that game...

ever wondered how the morn passes so quickly? when ur having fun, the fucking time just zips by. shit, im back to cussing again.

think i screwed my geog test. i got like 4 Qs wrong. 4 friggin marks. dun remind me. these 3 Qs were related, and i hate to go screw the bloody scale.

WTF!

shit u la, stop grinning. dammit.

now its only 4 marks. but i think Ms Sharma doesnt like my face(bcoz she saw us changing our shirts that day, and i said something about it being a privilege that we're open for public viewing) so its 4x2=8 marks gone. the weather on marking day(today) is bad, so it'll affect the balance, x anudder 2= 16. i fooled around too much today, and the gods hate men who fool around. so 16x3(coz theyr friggin gods)=(shyt, what is 16x3 ar?) 48. and becoz im trying to put myself down, i round it off to 50. wth. i failed the paper.... arggh.

heh, this is the way man, reverse PSYCHOlogy. ok, i feel better. great! i scored full marks! dang, i wanna celebrate. !!!

I'm not flashing my crotch

Neither M i groping it

ei! just realised ive got dimples! suh smile more often. many ppl keep telling me that...

heh, after my place, we bunked to mic's place. walking there, and stopped for mic to flash all these weird fotos.

this 1s ok...

and this 1 is... ergh... shyt, greg's staring at me...

finally, the climax.

Media Shy Greg(and the finger)
see, even wif ma shorts on, im still hot... just ignore greg, its me u want...

haizz... watching Xiao Yuan Superstar at mic's. taped. shit, i can sing better lor, but the songs were nice. with lyrics too... damn convenient. halfway thru persuading greg to join guitar classes wif us. me, mic, elisha, and greg. haizz, i just dun wanna waste my June hols...

heh, a follow-up on our pollution prog.

elisha comes home with anudder P6 kid, just as me n greg were bout to leave. said a few YOZs and freaked the poor friend owt. then elisha had to ask... haizz, i tried to protect him, oh well...

elisha: so tell me leh, whats Hen Dai
Greg: errr....
me: type of japanes cough syrup, for the truly sick
greg: err....
mic: ei? i tot its Hentai?
elisha's fren: O! wa u damn bad leh!
elisha: tell! tell me!
me: ask him la, he noes dood...

then we all scurry away lest he sets his curious mentality upon us. freaky man, its not even like my fault. we were talking last week, about how greg likes jap music. then i blurted owt Hentai. elisha heard, so we were trying to convince him that it was a new breed of dog. i dunnoe, hope he doesnt go google it...

shit. school again tomorrow. well, shit happens yea, at least this weekend comes quickly. i have a nudder hol on thurs. mbe i go watch a movie?

oh shit, CCP play on tomorrow. cocked up, why bother rehearsing for just 5 mins of performance? whaddahell...

shyt, now im not the only 1 whos acting friggin weird

2006-05-13T23:43:00.000+08:00

2nd post. i must be crazy. haizz

must be probably coz i really screwed. wth, dunnoe why i get so bothered. look, if i play badly for tennis, i get pissed, and in the process, i piss ppl off too. crap

anyway, zhou jie lun's jie kou sounds strained. shud hear the live 1, much nicer. finally memorised the lyrics.

oh yea, lyrics... ok, im gonna chuck my song. sounds too despo anyway, heh, just realised, its funny what u dun see when ur blinded... butt i still wan ma guitar... dammit...

as i said tennis sucked. dang. dunnoe how many ballzz i missed. this is the most humiliating thing... ur style is nice, ur stroke uber kewl, than u miss the dang ball. u dun feel the impact on yer racquet, u look around wondering where the damn ball flew to. bad for yer friggin rep. shit.

so to help all struggling noobs, ive thought out a fail proof plan to improve yer technique and where the ball zooms to.

firstly. there are only three ways that u can loze a point in tennis.

Hitting the ball out of court
Not clearing the net/Miss hitting
Missing the ball(aww... shucks)

actually, theres also a 4th way, thats if u whack yer partner's ball accidentally and his ballz are brought into play. but i figured that nowadays, ppl are more ball consious, so i left that out.

most ppl say, "just think of getting the ball over" but i realise that doesnt do no shit for me. so i just make sure that i dun screw myself in any of the ways listed above. except today, must be distracted or something. somedays i just loze my ball sense.

anudder tip. tennis is a kewl sport. so if u cant get the ball, dun flail about like a fish. its distracting and highly unnecessary. the balls too far gone for u. use yer shoulders. 1 thing i havent figured owt, when u miss, even with yer shoulders, what do u do? im stumped. just cuss the ball i guess.

cussing. yep, ive been vulgar today. think coach, whos a tad deaf, heard me cussing all the way from the other court. haizz, screw him, i have no mood... and now im NOEn to be sarcastic... what the hell... thats why i think i need to review my performance. ive pissed too many ppl off already, so i guess i have to learn to be more caring, and to lie a bit. lifes a conspiracy. just because that person asks u how u are, doesnt mean thats what she really meant. its probably "u still alive? damn u, when will u die? i want my inheiritance..."

well, i tried to be fair. butt still ppl get pissed. wth... see la, now im depressed again... haizz

i was horribly shocked just now. my mom answered back. wth, i spent 13 years teaching her how to piddle, and she answeres back.

JR: shit u la
HAG: dun use that word. stop it!
JR: im pissed. so can u just turn the music up and try not to notice me?
HAG: we can find a toilet for you if u want. it aint good to hold back too long

wth... never expected that. parrots just arent respectful these days... haizz... i need to go mugg for my geog. dang i cant sleep... dunnoe whats up... haizz...

June. maybe i shud go join Mon class, wif mic. better not, afraid i'll make a dent in the roof again... dunnoe y everyones encouraging me to join... wth, i can only join for the hols, so y bother? anyway, all the guys are cocked up...

haizz, im gonna read up on rivers, watersheds, waterfalls, tributaries and stuff... why do i feel like using the toilet? dang... i need toilet training

I'm Just A Kid

2006-05-13T10:10:00.000+08:00

crap... arrr.... im friggin exhausted, after last night... arrr

had this street party thing going on with the neighbours... friggin noizy, especially with all those yappy aunties. dang, at first i dint even wanted to go and socialize, hell, dint feel up to eet. actually it was ok, just tiring...

hmm, veg food. i ate like 1/2 a plate then went back home to chuck the rest in the bin... wth, tasted like flour.

dint go mix with the adults, instead, all of us just sat in a corner. i was cussing all those ppl staring at me while, at the same time, commenting how beth and nick have strunk.. poor guys, now im 1 head taller than beth, and 2 heads taller than nick.... mwahahahaha. wear high heels.

dang, the new neighbours joined in. there was this 9 year ole guy, and his sibling. dang, both were like friggin monkeys. ok, the younger kid. me marm said hes only 3, well, he shud be, since he can crawl thru ma legs. is it even a boy? i dunnoe, babies have this innocent look on their faces, and u cant tell their sex, until they lift their skirt... ooh... i wanted to chck for the kid, since the kid couldnt tell me when i asked.

JR: ni shi nan de hai shi nu de
Kiddo: wo mama shuo wo shi nan de, dan wo ren wei wo shi nu de
JR: uh oh... u need help my friend...

oops, must have imagined that conversation, since he cant speak a single word.
luckily i was restrained from checking the poor kid. ok, since everyone agrees that hes a boy, so i guess i have to agree too.

anyway, the stupid kid doesnt even have any motor skills. he cant talk, he cant kick a ball properly, and he looks damn friggin ugly. come to think of it, he looks exactly like my sis, except that hes missing a moustache. the other guys were kicking my(soccer) ball around, and boucing it off cars, flower pots and stuff. and i was looking damn bored. my sis had her face stuck in the food, and the rest of the adults were just ogling me, damn them. i looked at the kid, he looked back. for that moment, he look a tad innocent, so i walked over, next thing i knew, i was kicking a ball with him.

ok, i wasnt kicking. im the retriever. i place the ball in front of him, he kicks, misses, kicks again, misses, kicks again, whacks ma ballz... JK. anyway, lets just say that everytime the runt prods the ball with his minute foot, it rolls 3 cm, and jumps into the drain. what a waste, its damn depressing too, for me having to climb in and out of the drain. damn the kid. maybe i shud just stuff him under a car, and when anyone hears his pitiful cries of help, i'll just say that its my alternate ego acting up...

stupid kid, no motor skills. saw my sis playing badminton, so he ran home and got his own racquets. tried to teach him how to whack the damn shuttlecock. dun think he even comprehends.

JR: peep squirt, see the lil dang feather here? now hump it!( i meant whack)
Squirt: GOO GOO GA GAR
JR: Bit this! dood! u gotta hit the damn thing!
{he bit the shuttleCOCK}
Squirt: OO OO A AR
JR: you bastard?
{doood, throws racquet into drain, and makes JR chronically depressed}

see what i mean, i hate kids... so the kid had to go back to clear his bowels or something like that, i sneaked back home, and went chatting a bit. everyone tagged along, cept the squirt, thank gawd.

realised that in 4 mths, not much have changed. i think im the only dood thats different. i dunnoe, i guess i look at things differently... haizz, now i feel depressed again. at least im normal now. how long can it last? oh shucks...

was introducing music to beth. nick was playing with my bro, and my poor sis was doing something higly sophisticated. dunnoe how many times i had to slap my head. gawd, how can a teen be so ignorant of music... shit, education is a hard job.

ok, check out my prob. theres this carnival thing organised by Nanyang Girls. crap thing is, greg got tix form some of his mates, now hes invited me, mic, some dood-i-dun-noe-but-probably-a-friggin-nerdy-wise-ass. we can bring some friends along and stuff. crap thing is, now beth is trying to sell me tix. shes from NY duh. SCREWED! ahh!

if my parents noe bout it, they might wanta buy the tix, then i get friggin dragged along, and i wontb able to crash with the gang. wtf. im depressed again...

july is coming up, june is next door. still havent got the guitar lessosn going yet. and i have a lot of stuff to settle. wth. im pissed. shit, tawd it was a bloody holiday? crap, dunnoe what to do haizz...

i have my geog on mon, mugging halfway, but i got pissed and distracted. crap, why did i have to jot down so many notes? now its damn tedious...

crap, DV Code nc16. i cant sneak in, even with dark glasses, a wig, a choker, a bulletproof vest, 7 pairs of socks and a condom.... wth.

feeling screwed. i think i shud be happy, but hell. haizz... just not ganna waste it again.

well?

man, just when things couldnt get any worse

2006-05-09T18:31:00.000+08:00

just when thing couldnt get any worse...... screwed... yep, just lost it... better to remain. well, at least ive got my priorities right.... im a free man... heh, shitload of crap that was.

great, ive been insensitive today... dissing ppl, just JERKing around. heck, i just love myself.

me. back row. as usual, i look hot... jk lah, itz just too profound.... my hair was horrible, the nose was crooked... too windy sia... why do u think i fragmented the photo's quality? that was just the lighting...

lets see, i dunnoe y im so damned today. im even more off than usual... haizzz

need to sleep on it

i have no mood

its just this freaky obsession

nobody's listening

well, at least, now i noe, im not despo.

not exactly, i need to analyse more.

like wth

faMEZ dun mean no fortune

now i feel so bad

at least

im not taken

look, this doesnt make sense

dun harp on it

when ppl r depressed

they chooze not to accept the fact that they are

they go in circles

so just let them be

screw me

like uve alwasy done

awww

guess its myfault again

why cant i be myself?

zonked and erratic

2006-05-08T18:11:00.000+08:00

lol. met wil's bro on the way home. walked by a diff route today and banged into him. glad ppl remember me... too bad hes too short.

Wilmur is a boy standing at a height close to my crotch level

now what do u make of that? sorry. i lied. hes a lil taller than that. but that aint mean he cant bend down a bit right?... errrr... aerobic exercises, now dun go saying im doing bad by teaching kids to stretch... what? what i do?! whos fault issit if u have strong imagination...?

damn, rammed two holes in myself. one with a mech pencil and the other with a sewing needle. the mech pencil one was out fury. i just felt like slamming a pencil, unfortunately i held thw wrong end... i can still see the hole... darn. the sewing thing was accidental too. but thats what THEY want u to think. life's a conspiracy, must be some lone assasin trying to magnatise the needle into my middle finger. (dunnoe why my M finger is getting so much harrasment these days) i think i need bodyguards, as well as female bouncers to keep the piss. well, i got two new holes punched, any more and i'll be holy...

harrassment... hmm, been harrassed during the whole weekend. why wont any 1 believe that im a sec 1? ei, im innocent enough. and stop comparing my height with urs, ur short, so suck off....

worse thing. ppl see me 300m off and start screaming my name.

"oi! boy!" WTH... calling me boy...

not only that. she comes up, and says hi again. i pretend to tok to sum1 else, than she blames me for not responding. ei, at least i gave u a half-wave and an irritated glare... ok, enough socializing...

erm, i wrote this. during the GE. i was just sitting there, zoning owt on sat night. waiting for the results and all. took to scribbling... dunnoe how this looks... awww...

___________________________________________________________________

Regret
-------
Many things are so unfair
In love
In life
Losing you was more than that
A stab by a knife

Lost the chance
Didn't get to know you
And now I regret
With all the pain I'm being put through

The day we met
You flashed a smile, maybe two
It was then I knew
I was crushed by you

You are the one sorely missed
Better than anyone else's kiss
Took me long enough to realize
That I hardly even tried

Do you even know you've met me?

Now I'm right here all alone
Wanting to call you on the phone
Never realize it took so much
Courage to do just such

This pain is just tearing me apart
Something wrenched out of me
Maybe someday I'll be whole
Will I ever love again?

I've lost my direction
Where do I turn?
Maybe I'm just lacking
Shakespeare's Talent

This wasn't the way I meant it to be...

____________________________________________________________________________________

crap. the more i look at it, the more im convinced that its shit... sounds despo huh... haizz, what do u expect? election period duh. too much politics... i mean, ive thought this owt long enough... i need a chorus... a beat, a guitar. taking up guitar nxt month... wait, it looks a lil copied. thats the thing about me. i listen to so many songs, so inevitably, some of the other stuff kinda seeps in...; crap, now u'll accuse me of not having originality... screw that...

ok, got a beat, goes like this :

dada da da DA

dada da DA dum

dada da da DA

dada da dada da

screw the Ds... i need a guitar to jam it owt. darn, the DADAs, makes me look like im mumbling... haizz... screwed.

observation. chinese music dun have no strong beat. so i need to emphasize the beats and add it to an english song. chinese songs are sweet, and this ones gonna be. hell, wheres ma guitar? i can only strum abit, but i can tell im talented... cocky sia...

i dunnoe, usually singers get the beat first right? than they start on the lyrics. im doing it reserved. i think it sounds more like a poem, urgh! thank goodness i dint stick to the stanzas

damn, i still need a chorus... haizz... screwed... bah, screw the hole thing. lemme go slamm othere artistes

lets see. most bands have songs dealing with teenage stuff, the usual. angst. pain. love. crush?

and usually, the songs not too good, the beat is too boring. btw,

there are 3 types of jamming.

the messy ones. just background noize.
the repetitive ones.
the cocked up ones, sorry i mean the ones that follow the tune of the song.

conclusion. the messier ones rawk more. more effort spent on it. look, the beat of the song can change completely. and if its subtle, it sounds darn nice.

on to mature bands. artistes like linkin park, fort minor, eminem touch on more matured issues. like money, racism, ur family, ur kids, and of coz, the cussing and all the censored stuff. in a way, these ppl are older, so u get more richer sounding tones from them. both fort and LP spent ages just on their beats and rythm. its more matured man, would u ever catch a teenager singing bout his daughter? wait. maybe, if hes that loose...

bah. ive got new neighnours. and we're having a street party this fri's vesak day, i dunnoe, its been so long, and im scared of what could happen... damn, not another round... maybe im just getting too emmotional... haizz... everything happens for a reason... eh shit, thats damn cliche... bah. screw me like uve always done...

tues tomorrow. cocked up. all the major subjs. maths, geog, el, hcl... crapped up. still havent done the online forum thing... maybe i shud just slit my wrists, so there'll be a decrease in blood pressure. or maybe i'll go poke more holes in meself, to be holier...

CAUTION: I'm seriously damn freaking smart for my age. I won't harm myself for no reason, and EVERYTHING happens for a reason kao! im using that dingy phrase again... bah... too much of LOST....

I'm lost without your light......

I Fart therefore I'm Gart

2006-05-03T16:18:00.000+08:00

net crashed. figured i'll go mug to waste away my life. at mic's place now, great ambience, cept for the occasional farting. bless the poor guy.

my netz gnna be ok tomorrow, meanwhile this is as far as i can remember back. likely to be draggy, go hide behind me if ur scared

FRI

Tennis waz cancelled. exam period, dint even noe, waited there stoopidly, cussing my rotten luck. only realised once coach dint cum after 30 mins, and after asking some seniors.
sprained my finger. horrible. this is what u get when u try to act sei. i extra a bit, asked philip to toss me an Alley. fumbled it. sprained my middlefinger, and killed the other innocents. tok about mass murder.( this is what i mean, my crap is so profound, so that all u can say is "HUH?") damn, couldnt point (middle) fingers for the rest of 4 days.

went back to class and kenaed mob. deen and philip jumped on me, and started spraying me down with Deo. mint flavour. mmm. too bad noone issnt gonna lick my arse to test the taste. guys! i have ma own Deo, thanks for the essence of mint.

back to tennis. actually lent my racquet to others to play. was coaching them on how to play. figured that ai make a good coach. at least i can crap with u. and i teach u unorthodox methods too. wei loong was damn PRO. think he can thrash even mic. he doesnt even take lessons duh! man, think he can whoop half the c div team flat. FLAT! nothing to do with your chest.

coaching is damn taxing on ur mental health. went looking for mic, sewing, the git... bah! rest headed off to cyber cafe, finished my poor bloody penent. finally.

SAT
flushed bout $200 at bugis. i noe im rich man, but i cant keep robbing banks?

crap, screwed tennis. thats what happens when i miss training. my strokes were, erm, pathetic really... coach nigel was making it worse. toking some vaguely pathetic crap. what? lozers had to pull down pants and sumthing. plse, im not gonna strip down to my cute ass justfor u. i reckon he wants a lapda... nvm. i wanna preserve my sweet innocence. just realised that there were weird ppl around. they laugh like a friggin hyena even when u sy something just mildly amusing. this guy was getting slammed by coach nigel, and i was trying to comfort him...

me: dood, chill man. just ignore him and play. dun give him any reason to mock u.
TJ: hes staring at me
me: haizz. relax man. just play, i help u think of ways to fuck him, than we can corner him in an alley later and gang bang him
tj: hahahahahahahahahahah....... lol
me: =.=

i noe i shud probably censor that, but i need my bad boy image.

haizz. absence makes the heart fonder? bah, stab me where it hurts...

What me thinks of the GE
its definately as bitchy as any reality prog. wait. im sorry. im too young to be dragged into this web of deceit. i noe im a minor, so dun take things too seriously... am i even allowed to slam these political parties? hell, thats what everones doing now. follow the masses.

ok, start the slamming.

i can talk better than any of those guys.
They beat around the bush, harrasing it till it goes pish and starts campaigning against osama. sorry, wrong BUSH.
Poor articulation, got a frog stuck down their throats.

articulation. reminds me off that bloody skit we have. damn crappy sia, stil cant perfect it. ... i wanna murder...

SUN
stuck to the fone wtih mic for 1h 23 min. no record breaker, but enough radiation for my ear to drop of, and for me to go partially bald. wait, pass the masking tape, its loosening!... crap radiation and pollution, i wanna be a naturalist, check the word up, it means run naked around like a lunatic, appreaciating nature.
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realised my singing is high. my voice is evolving... i can sing Frankie J's songs.... ouch, thats high. im lozing my growl... need to eat more sand. mic just woke up, must be my singing... hmmm...

what do u get when a fly lands on a blonde's head?
space invaders

dumb blondes have large empty matter in their heads. go figure. i guess its supposed to be a joke.

if uve read until here, ur probably a sneaky kid, an over-zealous teach, a Private Investigator, a jerk bored with life or someone whos just mad about me.

join the fan club!

we have 3hrs prayer services daily. any sacrifices made will go directly to JR.

cheers.

come save my sorry arse

2006-04-25T17:14:00.000+08:00

tues over. my worse day of the week. its damn fun once u got the day over. u just wanna slack and maybe work a lil if ur feeling motivated.

im finally convinced that doraemon is some sort of sadist. my chinese teach was absent. kewl. cept that relief teach was teaching us like lil kids. doraemon? my arse...

never liked that guy, coz probably i never watched any shows by him. weird pink guy. pink? oh right, im colour-blind.... WTH! she was playing that lame git on the projector screen... that was really crappy. i think she took my comment seriously. just trying to be sacarstic, just that she kinda missed the sacarasm... gawd... she tawd i liked that show... ended up sneaking my maths WB under the desk.

got pussy-whipped by M Maran. sorry. i meant told off. excuse my big words. no bad intentions were meant in that well-structured sentence. the guys were playing with some bottle cap. just kicking it around like a soccer ball. making a helload of noize at the 3rd floor. I was juz passing by innocently when everyone tried to get me to join their teams. i joined. moment of weakness, the temptation... argh! lol, i sound like im in conflict with meself! scored 1 goals and dint even realised m maran was staring at me. he came from the back. the guys on the other side were quiet. only me was trying to kick the dang bottle cap in. my shirt was untucked and i was hollering at the poor goalie. M Maran looked at me like i im some sorta ah seng. bad impression sia... just got shouted at a bit, then i smiled at him. i guess my smile did wonders, he let us off.
i love my dentures.

too bad he dint pursue the matter. how would it look? both monitors and the secretary fooling around? i need some bad rep. ive been such a good boi this year. damn! just found out ML wans to nominate me to be a pref! a stinking PREF! whaada ack! never! but i guess i need to hold more appointments if i want a chance for IP... life IS sad

havent finished my penent, dunnoe how im ever gonna get graded for that bloody piece of cloth... haizz. dint have the mood to sew. sewing is sian, specially when i see those nerds doing it better than me. its nuthing to be proud of. sewing is for gays anyway... HMMPH!

finished up the New South Wales Competition fo Science. damn easy, but boring. just sitting there for an hour.... probably gonna ace that thing... just an assumption... CCP tomorrow, the only shit that spoils the day. something about planning anudder crappy skit.

DAMN!

theres some carnival at Nanyang Girls July frst. Greg got tix. so i need to preserve my good boi image. hopefully i can go crash. think he needs support thats why he roped me in. wadeva. i can go bully him...

sudden love of the world... world piss!

2006-04-21T19:22:00.000+08:00

heh, cant believe i really enjoyed training today! wth! just when i was convinced that school stinks... the weather was good. coach was in a good mood. i even joked with him... training was heaven!

progress report. i got a stinkin 35/55 for my HCL paper... damn... must be becoz the wind blew, then my pen slipped, so i ended up writing the wrong ans. but how can that happen for somany Qs? kinda dubious really.

at least i got a 49/70 for my compo. damn, the standard's high! i wrote so well... haizz... wei jian got 52... now i feel like whooping his ass... if not for the cuo bie zi, i would have gotten 51. 2 marks of, just like that... lemme go bang the wall!...

earth day tomorrow. school commerated the dang event by having a styrofoam free day. like thats gonna help. i use styrofoam for toilet paper, so u shud fine me. thats how rich and free i m. using styrofoam? bish.

not that the canteen vendors care. they wanna make money, so they provide plates at 30cents ea. good frisbees. and not that durable. (i smashed one)

kena owned by philip. i was watching the seniors play, and philip just dribbles past me... wth! he scored so many, and i was still looking a lil dazed. im gonna have my revenge. check the newspaper tomorrow.

Boy, 13, gets pummelled to death by killer gerbils. no bodily injuries. bit of leftover snot thats currently being examined by experts. our forensics believe attack was planned...

poor philip... check the spelling for me, my spelling is at a current low now.

was tempted to skip tennis. whew, greatest training ever. we got to play alot, and i was making snide remarks through it all... coach hit me one in the back. he was trying to act sei, doing a jump back-hand, coz he wasnt looking and poor ole me kenaed. shit him.

kelvyn pissed him orf. so we did firing squad on him. butts up! poor guy. only mic managed to nip him in the arse. mine went close, but i think he was insubstancial, it passed through him. damn. his ass will never be the same again.

kena PT. easiest PT ever! i faulted 2 of my serves, so had to join the PT gang. 3 others scooted off happily. just stretching with my racquet. u stand in the middle of the service box, and strtch to touch both ends one at a time. lucky im tall and versatile... really pitty the short squirts...

did 52 in 1 min. congrats. lay there winded for a while. but rejoiced upon seeing mic scamppering like an idiot. use ur brains. stretch ur limbs!

+,=

my stamina was horrible today, getting tired so easily. dunnoe y ive been feeling lethargic lately...

piss off, i rule... u can go suck my!!!!... nvm...

fed up with society

2006-04-20T18:44:00.000+08:00

hell, i need to change school... dunnoe why im saying that. VS is ok and all, but a bit too boring for me. the ppl ae lame, the seniors are prissy, the teachs(most of them) suck real bad...

must be mic getting to me. frst he said he want go NYP. than after some bad publicity from there, he say he want go dunman, now we both want transfer owt... damn him

hes screwing with my mind...

just noticed that cows can evolve after a while. first, MN was a cow. than she evolved to suit the climate. except that her bodily functions werent up to standard, so shes somewhat mixed

a cow-toad? no matter, all equally hideous...

im just sick of school. crappy and boring. just feeling really down... crap, i have tennis training tomorrow... haizz, think i want to quit... shudnt have thrown all my eggs in the same friggin basket. now im stuck with no where to go. sud have joined someudder CCA... haizz. but i cant quit... tennis is an individual sport, and i noe i can do well in the CCA. take band for instance, its a group thing. u cant shine... butt its hellload better than tennis. tennis is sian. the ppl all so cocked up, the training so boring... i need to reconsider my principles of life....

shud have gone to a co-ed school...

Naren has weird songs. most of the files in his mp3 are in tamil. think ive listened enuf, kinda giddy... i was playing with the bitrate, and mic was lozing his head over it... itz called twitching, aint nuthing so funny.

cept that it was eminem rapping, and it was kinda high pitched, i mean akon high. u noe the lonely song? ok, thats fake, he twiched his voice too...

bastards

damn! dunnoe what possessed me... i got my acct hacked... some bloody spammer... wont noe if i din log in... saw wil... lol, cantbelieve he still plays. mushroom... fungi...

heres what: in decreasing order of mushroomness...

1: Andrew
2:Wilfred
3:Greg
4:spotted mushroom
5:horny mushroom
6:spotted horny mushroom

some crap like that... mushroom needs some assistance. i mean wilfred! sorry man, notice how easy that comes out? chill, andrew looks worse...

haizz... wil just called. weird... realised everyone's changed. crap, i miss P school, i love dunking! now i cant la, must have shrink... damn. shud really catch up with the others. last time i called ben lim, was in Dec, we talked like 3 hrs. than i fell sick the nxt day, had a sore throat for a week. im just not an experienced chit-chater, so leave it...

hell, anudder day b4 the weekend... i jsut wanna sit in a corner and sulk...

haizz

hope i dun screw

Have a bItcHy Dae

2006-04-19T18:15:00.000+08:00

hELL. great day. a much needed break. sometimes you just gotta do someting to UN-depress ppl. u shud be considerate and caring to depress ppl. whos noes? u dun do that and the stress will start to acculmulate. the next day, u realise that the guy killed himself for no dang reason... kewl...

man, the results were kinda crappy... 21/30? wth? i wrote an inspiring piece! fuck... i cried while reading it u hag... be moved... more marks? crap u... geog was only so-so, kinda screwed the mapwork... heh, girls would screw even more... its rumored that they can't even comprehend the complex structure of a plain ole map... my fault?

wrote another compo for HCL. its somesort of "chuang yi" topic. u get to write whatever crap u want. went for Q2. lots of ppl wrote about some twin brother... coz i dint... unique remembEER? wrote some crap bout this ghostly encounter... damn, i had inspiration flowing! havent felt so alive for a long time... crap, i think im gonna flunk this compo. havent been doing well for my compos...

no CCP today, gosh, i wanna go to a wild party just to celebrate.

JR: how's ur orgy?
Dood: kewl... just chilling...
JR: what can we expect at ur place?
DooD: machines...
JR: ouch... i"ll pass...

ok, mic dint really say that... just a shitload of crap.

im so dead if anyone reads this...

hanged at mic's. just realised that i can strum quite well. except that im lost when it comes to fingering. mic's equally ignorant... a guitar is more complicated than it looks... i was sitting there minding my own business... the guitar looked kinda innocent, so i picked it up and contaminated it with my touch... damn, even mic plays the cello better than i strum the guitar... must be owt of tune...

did i mention that i have a grade 5 in violin? dunnoe how i scraped by, was always too lazy to practice... damn, suddenly i wanna learn guitar... but me marm wants me to do acoustic first... wth? a guitar is a guitar... acoustic is nice for a while, till the boring tone makes u wanna gate crash some social party... see what i mean? boredom drives u mad...

heh, been helping mic and elisha with their maths the whole day. i worked out half the prob sums for him... hell, tawd my maths was lousier than him? elisha brought home some stray dog. ok, it was an MSHS guy. thay had tennnis tournament, but it was cancelled... so they had the whole day off... lucky gits... Lionel thats his name i think. short guy... not as handsome as me... but his 4th seed in the under 12 catergory... dunnoe how he manages... he tawd i was a noob, trying to teach me how to play tennis... the dick! smash a few balls against the wall and convinced him that i was pro... he bowed down and offered his life to me... admiration my arse...

got thrashed in tabble tennis. bad feng shui la... always hitting too hard... mic got cocky, and said he could be a national player... common man, just becos u can own me doesnt mean u pro... hardly play table tennis anyway. HMPH. all thos ppl that play are lozers... HMMPH

played b ball after... corrected my style, although still rusty. obvious i thrashed mic... he gave excuses, saying that im too tall and shit... crap him... he says im rough! i'll show u! im dainty and petite. i spend my free time doing floral arrangement... how can i be rough?

anyway i was only blocking him... dint push or anything...

now back home trying to appreaciate the remaining few hours... need to finish my Macromedia Fireworks design... and i still owe ahmad his skin... sorry man, im busy!

hell, gth...

i cant jus+ify the way everyone is looking at me

2006-04-17T15:47:00.000+08:00

great, i'm finally convinced that im despo. haizz, just when i thought things were turning owt well. never assume man... crap... shudve noen la... shudve just trusted my past experiences... damn, now ive got myself confused. look past the words... deeper... i thought? its probably gonna be my fault anyway. wonder why everyone calls me tao... whatever, maybe im just convincing myself that im right ... give me some time, chill out...

crap, that dint make any sense huh.... give me a wall so i can go bash my head. wait... better not. im afraid that i'll dent the wall with my head. solid subtance inside yar?

just taking away the something that meant something

just spewing political rubbish again. u dun have to understand any of this. the main point is to make me feel better. so piss off.

skewl aint n0 farn aNyMore. all the cRaPP9 work, its just getting to me ya. wonder why i seem to be doing two times more work than the others. heh, with everyone feeling depressed now, i think i'll go throw in the, um, towel, and join the gang. wuss.

hey, guess this is one of the extreme days. im feeling extremely craped up, not forgetting depressed... i wanna go out just to wreck havoc. a pity its raining...

nuthing seems to be going right man... just scrapping by with my work... all those shitty projs, assignments... damn, im fed up... how come other ppl get by so easily? hell, just realised that ive been pissing many ppl off lately. been talking too much i guess. i dunno, i just have this knack of hitting a nerve. damn, shudve noen than cold sarcasm wont get me no where... wonder why ive changed so, keeping calm and collected was always my strength. guess ive let everyone change me. harm's already done, no point moping over it...

damn, noe how it feels? them just taking someting away from you... something that was going well... argh, slap the fucking butches away.

wait, that doesnt make sense, and i like to make sense when i cuss. so, "hit-with-hand the word-of-emphasive(adj) masculine-woman away" im just too free...

but hey, its gonna take you long if you cuss like that, so the first example is the more desirable one. heh, stick around with me and u'll learn to be vulgar. but wait, i need to write a disclaimer first...

damn, maybe life aint that worthwhile after all... what with all the shit happening, issit still perfect? great, maybe i'll go do myself in... fat hope dawgs. i still love myself very much, aint gonna screw myself...yet... and i need a touchup, too much frowning aint gonna do my beautiful face any good...

Its not hard to fall

good friday? friday can go sniff my sorry ass

2006-04-14T14:18:00.000+08:00

damn sia, my eyes are sore. all the fuggy smoke round the place. pish

Lost is one hell of a draggy show. only 1 episode a week and they keep repeating the same ole bloody scenes. so u see them floating on that skimpy raft uncountable times. god, the island's kewl man. secluded, exotic. if i were stranded, i'll open a pimping den and force all those resident monkeys to slog for me. than all those dirty SG men will flock there like starved civilians, gawd... think of the lucrative business...

wanted to watch one tree hill 2, just to see how bad it sucked. fell asleep and couldnt wake up. nxt ting i knew it ws morn. guess im keeping too many late nights.

went for qing ming. went snooping around chua chu kang cemetry first. was hoping to see nick kwa coz he said he was going too. only thng i saw was elevated patches of grass and some dowdy looking ppl. crap. just standing there and sweating. ah crap! too much green grass, i think im gonna be a monk and eat green everyday.

my cousins came along. only 3 of them though, dunnoe how the others manage to skip these family gatherings, must learn from them. all of them started to ask funny questions, like i was a kid. just too pissed to answer back and astound them with my colourful language. hell! theyr all so ancient. ronald and rachel are the closest in age. 24 and 19.

so just minded my own business and tried to dig up(i mean inspect) as many graves as possible. damn the sun was hot.

went back to bishan to see my grand dad. shit, he looks like a friggin monkey. ahh, im just being disrespectful. sorry man, im just not that fillial. damn, the smoke was thick. all the pollution, im gonna lodge a complaint, and get the whole place blown up... the aunties there were the worse. pushing and shoving me around. eh, just becoz u have big butts... coz i shuffed back... just lemme get hold of a joss stick, i'll ram the burnin thing up ur nostrils so hard, that it'll leave permanent emotional and physical scars. traumatic past...

just relised tht ronald is OK. took me long enuf, 13 years thinking he was somesort of pretty boy. crap, his muscles are bigger than mine, bloody national waterpolo player... weird thing is, he kept persuading me to go work out more, says im growing and what crap. ey, i hate the gyms, so leave it. and my ass is humid enough, so i dun intend to swim often(havent swam in a year). my uncle came along. after his futile attempts to slap my shoulder, he told me the same thing. asking me to go do more weights. eh, ole man, i can thrash u in arm wrestling, even if u use two hands, ur tongue, ur two heads and ur icky bit... weakling... toks too much

great thing was, i met up with dave tham. the blur guy was walking around aimlessly. when i called him, he looked shocked and immediately gazed up at the sky. plse la, like god would ever want to call ur name. had to "oi" him a few times. who was the dick who told me that dave was taller? he is the same height, if not shorter, than me. just that hes lankier and more hideous. luckily his hair aint curly no more.

lunch was a bore, just blasted.

crap, i need go study.

Why are we so pro?

2006-04-12T23:04:00.000+08:00

haha. double 1s. sure half day off at least. National Cross Country meet. owned them! haha. 1st for both C and D division.

man, the other schools have my pity.

horrible thing was, we dint even get to skip CCP. "It is an expensive course" yea right... im loaded man, i chuck money about the way i flick my snot. crap, im conceited and spoilt.

peer leaders looked damn blur. still cant believe we took 2 whole hrs just to get to turf city. damn, the bus ride was boring. just sat with Ahmad while blasting music, the dood boh passion sia! only wants to listen to rock songs, calling sentimental ones gay... ey, im a rock guy too, just that my taste is kinda changing... craped with the seniors. Jared and Raoul. from badminton and tennis respectively. they looked damn weird in their peer leader T. all red and bloody.

crappy la, cant believe we actually wasted so much time travelling. kept meeting up with so many other school students. everyone turns back and looks at me, grinning and nudging me. "Eh! chieo or not?" i not so bad taste la... immature hickeys...

just realised hwa chong looked damn nice. havent been there in 4 months. damn, thought that was my dream school? but now that im in VS, i just have AP. i sneer at the HC doods and call them nerds. thats what jealousy can do to u... damn, just realised that mnay ppl are jealous of me... not my fault! i try to be normal, u cant blame me for being good right? and if im just a lil too crappy, u shud just learn to bear with it... gits...

walked into turf city. first thing we heard was VS cheering VS unite. damn, that was inspiring... just settled down and was called to the tracks to cheer. oi! do i look like a cheerleader to u? i dont even have my skimpy outfit with me... in the end we dint even sit at the stands, just sat on the rough carpark floor

pity my sore arse... the cheers ot kinda boring after a while... hardly 10 mins and we were cheering again. all the lower sec cheered until damn jia lat. while the seniors cheered till the ceins in their necks buldged... freaky sia, how i wish i could sink my teeth into those jugular veins. mmm. diff generation, the newer guys not so enthu. but i still shouted until i was damn hoarse, although it was mostly directed at sean.

this giuy started chatting to us.

guy: eh, u 1a right? whats ur name?
sean: jun rong
guy: there this sean guy in yer class right? soccer damn pro
sean : (points at me) this guy sean
guy : really meh?
me : duh(proceeds on to baffle him on the technical points of soccer)
guy : ey dun joke lah, whats ur name!
me : he nancy, im kimberly
sean : dunwant nancy, sounds like some fat bitch. wa sabrina
me : ok, he sabrina, me kim
guy : +.+ ... oi!
me : ok lah. look, sean sounds like an ugly guy, how many ugly guys u see here? go figure...
guy : err... ...

sean punches me, i punch him back. a large scale gang fight follows, resulting in severe migraines, 4 mortally wounded and 7 pregnancies. aint too good to get in our path.

this shows the type of conver u have when ur damn friggin bored.

think we really bullied the other schools. half the banners and flags there belonged to us. and everytime ACS tried to cheer, we always cut them off with our own cheers. no offence
finished the whole thing with the V anthem, then everyone mobbed to the centre. nick kwa was pushing shuvot while i was jumping on both of them. damn fun! the seniors were trying to tau pok each other. might as well have put a sign there: full scale orgy this way

shit. reached home 8++. still got geog test tomorrow. ar crap. mic wants me to go TM tomorrow with him and yong kang. cant! really need to catch up on my work, u slackers. wants me to go bowling. crazy, i'll have to lug my 10 kg balls there, or i can always use the house balls, but that doesnt look professional... that sounded really kinky...

greg is in trouble. screwed, depressed, humiliated. ok, i was the one who humiliated him. but he still screwed up, in school sumore! with everyone teasing him. man, ur situation is bad! u have my pity. good luck man, things will work owt, trust me, just dun screw again. chill. u need to experience more, go see the world first, never commit urself. commit urself? sounds like his making a tough decision like becoming a monk or chopping off his manhood.

crap, why does everyone keep coming to me? i have my own probs too la, go see a friggin shrink...

spent the whole day dreaming.... heart pounding...

2006-04-11T18:59:00.000+08:00

hell, at least i think i did better for my maths dis time. screwed at least 2 Qs. damn sure of it. 4 marks gone. lemme go slaughter myself... crap... had to slog tru the whole day just to get to HCL. and the test was equally pussed.

el was equally boring. just one hell load of barking from the teach. conprehension skills... bah... hate the afternoons, always feel like nodding off. they shud get those Alaskan hippies to dance for me, keeps me awake long enough to snore consiously... mind a lil messed up, dunnoe what shit im spouting... so dun blame me if i mistake you for my pet giraffe

my head was stuck to the table the whole of HCL, i think i drifted off somehow. and some spotted dick came and drew this weird pig on my arm. not even proportionate, the arse looks way bigger than its head... wonder how it manages to walk... worse thing is, my teach say that obscene drawing sticking owt of my sleeve, and she tawd that it was a real tattoo... dang, i had to explain to her coyly that it was a birth defect, something wrong with my manufacturing, and that i'll go back for my yearly servicing soon... well, at least she let me off... wait till i find those bloody graffiti artists, i'll splatter "Sean's white paint" over them, and maybe hang a pig's head on their front door, only if the butcher is willing to sell me one of coz...

screwed about 8 marks for HCL. paper was hard. crap, i was so sleepy. just kissing the table with my head and trying to comprehend that bloody passage. crap la, i somehow managed to finish it...

National Track and Field day tomorrow. man, turf city is gonna be packed. the stands there are really kewl too, u can jump down all the way from the top, and if ur aiming is good enough, u might hit some innocent dood just gawking down there. thats how to mob someone, my style... crap, the cheering is actually supposed to be fun... mmm, i guess most schools arent really enthu over team support. hell, with me there, VS sure lap the others, coz if they dun i'll go down and sing for them...

ey, do u noe naren's fingers are damn long? if only i had his fingers... i can shuff it up my ass, and it'll come out through my ear still intact and not smelling too bad. amazing! picked up this weird name tag today. hmm, Tan Yanni Regine... picked it up at the b-stop. ok, more like trod on it a few times and only picked it up apprehensively... some TK girl i guess. think i'll just pin it through my ear just to flaunt it...

got persuaded to crash at mic's place again. i crossed the road like 3 times. mic was shouting at me from the other side, telling me to scram over. i crossed 2 times until i finally made up my mind. sheeze, luckily i dint get knocked down by any suspiciously looking cars, my life is worth more than any amount of horse haor wigs u can donate to charity. the world revolves around JR...

tawd i saw someone. dang. dunnoe why suddenly started getting nervous. was cussing all along my way out. shitshitshitshitshit. damn, wrong person. dunnoe whether to smile, laugh or bang my head against the wall. eh wait, i cant go bang the wall, im afraid i'll make a dent... be considerate u vandals.

Basically just fooled around. playing tennis, comp,listnin to music.... duh.... delayed until 5++ than finally greg picked up his dang phone. still strolling along St Gabs, that freak. marc low and greg came up, all looking damn weird in their NPCC unis. Ahahahar. greg had to whack me a few times just to stop me from choking. marc look ok, cept for his hair. greg looked real wimpy and skinny, plus his hair was uglier than marc. sorry man, the facts. eh greg, chloe must really be blind... haha

greg kept whacking me. i insulted him too much i guess... weird guy, last time so docile, no some sorta violent stick man. had to push him a few times to knock him from his lofty perch. dun so cocky boy, i still have my gang tattoo... frigging pig. crap, its fading...

walked back with greg. ok, walked only like 200m. we both looked weird. he in his NPCC, and me in my hardly recognisable VS uni. diff schools. crap him, dint even want to walk. hopped into the first taxi that came along. stupid guy. just walk abit more and take 317. friggin slacker. bah...

why m i the only one whos willing to stroll home?

for those ppl who are patient enuf to read this far. hope ur brains are not fizzed owt yet

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2006-04-10T16:55:00.000+08:00

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Extreme
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

Take the Dante's" Inferno Test

haizz... depressing sia...

heh, called greg last night. just talking halfway when he started screeching. saying that he'll call me back or something. coz la, Ms Sing U was on... the dirty fag...

the weird thing is, his hole family watches it together with him... errr....
nvr knew his mom enjoyed such entertainment... whats so nice about that show anyway? just some leggy apes struting about. they cunt even articulate properly man... so world peace sounds like twirl piss... ok thats obscene, twirling piss? thats seriously freaky... what do u expect? such low quality goods. if only i had joined.... haizz

damn, today was boring. some photographers came and snapped a few shots of the whole school. spent 1h just standing in the parade sq, sweating like a pig in heat. ey, that was worthit man, i was standing just a few metres away from the cam, so my face is gonna be real big on the school mag. thats just kewl. we need more charming men on our front cover....

peer leaders session. those sec 3 guys came down and had this chat session with the class. boring, we were bullying that poor dood la. was considering whether to tau pok him, but the weedy guy looked like he would vaporise if yusof so much as humped him. at least we got to compare stuff during this crappy game. who has the____ blah.... something like that. went on to compare bicep size, finger length etc. sean would have won the longest segment, except they werent asking for his other organ.... dirty git...
went for the largest bicep thing. sadly i was thrashed. u see ahmad's arm! full of solid saturated fats. the stoopid sec 3 guy dint allow us to flex.... crap him, i wanted to show off my silicon implants. who gives? i'll go home and stare at myself in front of the mirror... gawd, i could do this forever...

just received my MSHS(Maris Stella) year book. at least theyr decent enuf to send me the damn thing. theyr combining the p scool and the sec scool photo segments together. so ur looking at those short farts, then u turn the page and get maximum exposure of those ugly(and still short) sec school ppl.
crap. i look nerd, as well as gay. lemme go wallop the photographer. shud have taken from another angle, like maybe from my rear end up? heh, hes the same guy who took our VS shots. small world.
im appearing like 6 times in the yearbook, but at least i look crap only in my class photo. hell, aint i photogenic? im a egoistic bastard.

wait, just lemme correct myself. i got 47th position for singles and 22th for doubles. bowling of coz. but i still feel insecure, getting outperformed by my juniors... u noe this p5 guy last year got 2nd in singles? must be one helluva maniac bowler. dunnoe how he bowls. an average of 220. crap, im only doing 170.... and i tawd i was good...

who cares man? my face is still there. glad to expose myself for the greater good of the ppl.

hell, im nostalgic again, lemme go kiss my (bowling)ballz...

class tests tomorrow. need go mug? i'll keep getting distracted, so no point mugging really...

tennis is a damn sociable game... u get to converse with the dang ball

2006-04-07T21:27:00.000+08:00

crap... im damn tired...

got bullied by m ck tan. he was teaching us b ball for pe today. actually it was very sian. started off with dribbling and passing... the usual crap. lost control of the damn ball just a few times... rusty la... eh, i was doing crossovers and the other crappy moves just to impress the fans.

thats one bad thing bout VS. the side of the classroom block faces the tennis court, field and the b ball court. so u get maximun exposure and scrutiny from those daydreaming guys who sit nxt to the windows.

did some shooting at least. love my shooting. i just go up to the half-court line and pump the ball at the hoop. very small chance of going in, seeing that i always do the high angle shots to beautify the swish. ey, but at least i get to scare those ppl lazing below the hoop. how would you feel if this ball falls from the heavens and ruptures several important arteries belonging to u?

played a match, 4 on 4 with m ck tan on the other end.... crap, got bloody well owned. think he pawed our heads by 9 pnts. crap la, i tried to block him but due to severe inbalances in height, i realised that i was jumping around madly... crap him and his entire future generation... crap, my jump shots keep missing. still not really used to the full height hoops, unlike dose short-fart kinds they use in p school( i love to go dunk whenever i go back for social visits)

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speaking of p skewl. Dt and Nick koh are playing against each other. RV against Hwa Chong. what u think? RV kana thrashed... Nick's dribbling is good, shooting only so so. dt is, im dunnoe. a bit extra, but havent seen him play in a long time. just got a call from him last night. voice still sounds gay, soft and crappy... tawd he loved ta cuss last year? think im more vulgar than him now... anyway, hes taller than me now, definately... hole day just shooting hoops, u'll find that ur leg lengthens at an alarming rate, like uve got some kinda chronic disease... stoopid git la DT. told him to join interclass b ball last year, and th idiot go play soccer. they kana thrashed by 6h. sean tan was playing for 6h... hwat do u expect? at least we got 2nd for b ball, lost to 6f twice, and eng way still brokedown and cried after we lost the finals. crap sia... wasnt scoring that well that day. eh wait, im probably the top scorer and most valuable player in p6. i scored like 60++ points in 4 games... pro sia... and mic only shot 1 miserable 3 pnter... haha

dun tok so much, im still missing my shots in sec 1....

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crap, getting nostalgic... played b ball again during recess. scored almost all my shots. improvement. game was fun, all those cows just playing madly, chucking the ball high and pissing off the neighbouring sec 2s... this is fun man...

tennis training was damn sian. crappy sia! actually tennis isnt that fun... hitting ballz only. shud have stuck to bowling, could have gotten even better if i had taken it up seriously... i've got a national top 50 position for my singles, but probably lower now... crap, bowling...

trained until i was like damn tired... think the others also wanted to faint. lucky me and mic won the doubles game. we got to go off earlier with no physical... whew... the others got pumped extra hard with double PT. coach damn sadist sia. haizz, shud have joined concert band, or floorball/volleyball. much more action.

have 3 tests on tue. geog, hcl and ma. prob gonna fail ma again. but ive already worked hard. dunnoe man. and going to turf city nxt wed. back late. following peer leaders there. chartered bus back. and the monitors have to ensure that we stay together, dun get misleaded/mugged raped in some back alley...etc.

comm members have to help. right, i'll prob be doing everything, just like the DPS... dang sean the fucker.

survivor's on. maybe i go watch. but hell, who cares? all bout this bunch of ppl stuck on this island. they murder coconuts for food and wander around half naked most of the time. kewl show...

只是开不了口让她知道

officially pissed her

2006-04-05T16:41:00.000+08:00

kewl... finally got scolded! man, 3 months into the school year and i was still thinking that i was a goody angel. haha! celebrations doods!

guessed i talked too much. ok, i talk equal much, just that she happened to be gazing at me today. peer admiration can do that to you huh. crap, its only coz shes damn observant today... haizz...

now ive shifted to the back of another row just "to make the studying environment more conducive" just becoz ur lessons are boring... why blame me man? i make the surroundings a livelier place! plse la, ur eng good? mr gab's eng is better u snot.did i mention that ur face is crooked with all ur surliness?

ok, enuf slamming and flaming. fact is im sitting alone, bad for my health. i'll move back tomorrow morn, the hag prob wont even notice! unless she catch me talking again... oo, thats bad...

hope she doesn't remember me man. i love being unnoticed. at least teachs cant call me to ans stoopid Qs(so i can prove that im intellectually smarter than them).

haizz... presented this ad selling "me" for the bloody CCP. coz i dint do so well. its all bout animation of ur bloody voice right? i stated the facts out systematically. and im not gonna do the inflection shit like changing my tone and my pitch. (just scared that i'll come off squeaking)
and i think my language was too chim for them'all. cant expect them to noe what the hell "piddle" means right? go chck it up if ur the kind of noobs that cant speak my lingo. only ask me if u cant find the word or if u lose ur way to the bookshelves.

at least jordan's 1 was nice. hey, he put in effort man. i think like 2 hrs? but hes jumping and squealing was just too, erm, childish? cant do man. i only spent 5 mins writing my script. and i wont degrade myself by prancing around like a bloody penguin. i have a rep to uphold duh.

anudder reason why ms neo was pissed was probably bcoz i made snide remarks during the whole thing. eh! when ur on stage, its better for the audience to laugh at me instead of staring at u. just trying to help...

she concluded the thing by saying that we need to be prepared and what crap. she was staring at me throughout her barking and screeching. damn. i forgot to memorise the thing, thats y i skipped this whole paragraph. would have been more entertaining if that part was in...haizz

think she remembers me now? i think so. well, congrats mam. u finally realised that im not a guai kia. damn, cover's blown... think i need a more angelic face... work on it...

almost got into a fight with hou chen. crazy guy. isnt he aware of the danger he's in? trying to throw the stupid water bottle at me. of coz i caught it and lobbed it back... landed on his table(loudly) ey, tyco one la! who asked you to snipe me first? looked a very pissed, prob becoz i thrashed him in arm wrestling this morn. (stupid of him to try, i let him use 2 hands!) anyway, dint want to spoil my peaceful nature. heard he took it owt on earnest.

well, whad can i say? anyone is better than me, at least earnest wont bash him up that bad. mr seow caught them. deep shit lah hou chen. maybe i shud have sacrificed my inner calm. at least it would be over faster...

~well, not my prob huh~

still clinging on to my childish dreams

2006-04-03T15:22:00.000+08:00

fuck. im this bloody emotional screwball. damn, too much anger, just need to kill some1

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haizz... crap, think i need to go blast some music...

Sing a sad song just to turn it around

just being moody today, so i'll just insult you more if u ever care to talk to me... damn, cold sacarsm really pisses ppl off, ive had more than enuf practice with that...

does time heal everything? right... just numbs the pain. cold. unfeeling. heartless.

haizz...

replaced my journal today. the ole one was falling apart already. i went to crash at mic's class during recess, and the bloody philip went to scribble innit... great, anudder graffiti artist...

man, im cool, just chilling now...

went to mic's class and at once everone started shouting at me... as in shouted in welcome... i noe 3/4 of his class man...

micah's useless... can keep them quiet. at least mirza tried. maybe shud have given him tips. thats my style. make noise along with you, than punch u in the gut for tearing down the environment with ur noize. ok, i dun punch, just threaten and cuss the guy's whole family and his future generation.

noise... much better than violence i guess... although im ok with violence... crap, feel like beating sum1 up again... haizz...

think i need to write a song to vent some steam...

damn, everyone's feeling depressed. over either this or that. guess life really is unfair.

steam still around. theres this weird red haze hovering around... think i need go pump iron. dang! just realised ive been slacking off my weights for 2 months already... dang. butt mic says im too strong already, reckon i shud lay off working owt?

How could this happen to me?

uh huh, depressing... heheh... i get desperately diabolic sumtimes. just feel like taking over the world. crash and burn... death and destruction... rape the gropies burn the attap houses...

crap... thats just my alter-ego fantisizing...

hell, i'll be alright tomorrow... just need time...

dun go tinking im weird or stuff... i guess u just go off ur rocker sometimes

crap, im gonna make phone calls just to piss society off, seeing that i cant keep late nights chatting.

Everytime I call you don't have time

feel my anguish... uh huh

never forever

2006-04-01T17:25:00.000+08:00

1st day of April. congrats man, survived March. it kinda just blew past. bear with me

Frydae
sports day. released at 12 and we were supposed to report back to VJC at 2. of couse i dint stick around at school. what m i? some kindf' bore? went with zy, des, cy to sean's house. 2nd time going over.

crazy fella. say his house is just so near, but in the end we spent like 15 mins walking there. why do u think we were all grumbling? kicked his (soccer)ballz around in his front porch. think i made a dent in hes ceiling, dun think he noticed though... then we all trooped upstairs to fiddle with the comp. actually dey fiddled and i just watched coz im n00b at dota. no diff from warcraft really, just that u get more kick owt of pawning udder players.
dey played like 2 games? sean was a professional n00b. kept asking the udders what item to buy. yawn. only watched 2 games and i can already play better than him. still had a nerve to test me on dota terms...

sean's mom gave us a lift to VJC. took attendance at the stand and settled down. met up with mic. haizz, he stayed back to play tennis with the seniors. mmm, supposed to stay back with him. butt chose to bunk at sean's crib instead... haizz, missed anudder chance to clear some misconceptions and to improve my rep.

crap. my fault? look, what if u noe this guy from P scool; same cca and hes 1 year older. u own him in a sport. than after u come to sec scool, u join anudder cca. and u realise ur better than him. again.
spoils ur friendship man... now ppl all acting weird. that day i was too jokey and ppl said that i toked too much crap(insulted ppl too much i guess). than during training, i was my usual serious self. than now ppl say im too serious, and that i freak them owt when i frown the whole day. kinda like what my coach said last year . was told that i freaked udder bowlers owt during the comp. i think so too. this group of ACS guys were so affected that they targeted the chanels everytime. anyway i lightned up after the comp, so no harm done.

progress... deserted Rochor and migrated to Kapor house. the view was better and there were stairs just behind us so we could slip of to the canteen easily. this student leader came and wanted to paint my face green. graciously declined that offer. too much green makes u look too natural(complete with chlorophyll). anyway, what would my Rochor house mates say if i walked around looking like a tall, lanky shrub?

tings going well until it started raining. hung owt in canteen and bought alot of junk. had like 2 red bulls(tasted a bit like cough syrup, and i dun see wings sprouting yet, unless u mean those metallic bumps that are my shoulder blades) sian! stayed till 4. then slipped owt as rain had stopped. half the school left already b4 the prefs could block the entrance. haha.

disappointing really. hardly any show of the victorian spirit. cant blame us right? how to cheer when ur huddled up in the canteen? atleast sports day is postponed. i get to waste anudder fri.

when to mic's house to hang owt as i was way too early. naresh tagged along too. we were singin JJ lin's Shakespeare's Talent, and trying to translate it into eng for naresh. bad thing, he commented that mic sang better... whut do u xpect from sum1 who doesnt unnerstand chinese? mic was mumbling lah, trying to sing like j chou...

went up and fooled around with the comp for a while. naresh had to leave. walked with him until the mrt. than still had to give him instructions on how to get home. crap. started raining. but was damn refreshing. those stinging droplets blowing down onm ur skin...

Can you feel the rain? Can you feel the cold surround you?

went up again and got persuaded to play a game of gunbound... damn, why did i ever get talked into doing that... let them take over. than went to find some albums. forgot to bring back mic's fort minor again...

forgetfulness is a crime. probably caused by that weird parasite that sucks on my valuable brain fluids...

reached home at 7++. no incidents along the way

broke specs. and had to get in changed. finished up everything in less than an hour. wanted to change to those kindf Emo specs, just that they take too much time to make, and i needed my specs the next day.

Sat

flag day. seriously fun, but still an absolute waste of time. finally learned that being polite doesn't help. ok, maybe it does, just have to rely on the feng shuai of the location. woke up late. and had to rush all the way to tamppines. crap, everyone was already there. last one. collected my can(felt like those cheap alluminium that ppl use for preserving their asses) and met up with the gang. crap, lucky zhi yong and thenaesh dint manage to tag along... we lost em in the crowd...thx god, even though hes probably answering his fan mail now.

first took a train to pasir ris. than started around white sands. crap, almost nobody. but then with my charm, ppl started flocking to me. guess the others where kinda jealous. sean went with me first. think he got a bit pissed. he went to ask, and everyone dropped coins in my can. charm lah... charm

anyway after that we swapped. i went with chian yee. at least there were more ppl. went around and started asking groups of students. cy dint dare i think. anyway only got a few donors. after a few more rounds, we decided to change place. went to bedok instead.

wasted time on mrt. cy cleverly trapped himself in the first mrt that appeared on the platform. had to call him many times. till he got the gist of everyting. waited for us at nxt station. he boarded. than we realised that we were in the wrong cabin. so stood with the udders. sean was pointing at some girl, making remarks and smirking. had to slap him 7 times to redirect his gaze.

reached bedok in two pieces. met up again and then split up. this time went with philip to roam over the whole town. walked past a few shops, and phil was telling me all bout this sumo house. stalked round the hawker centres and got many donations. aunties are the best, rawk on you ole hags! saw jeremy near the interchange. damn! he already got 3/4 full. the whole thing was like solid metal. sean attempted to sprit the dang thing away but was foiled by my superb violence.

eh shit. jeremy was shorter and cute, so i guess he got more. what i would give for plastic surgery... anyway, jeremy went of to play lan and we were all looking at him enviously

crashed owt at the big M. sean "borrowed" my funds to buy some sorta junk burger. compared profits. zheyuan still the most. than proceeded on to cityhall. it was crap, only some weird germans. sore this group of ppl. also doing flag day. bloody KSers. they just stood at the entrance and tackled anybody they see. crap, from zhong zhen i think. saw this kewl lambourgini. wanted to take it for a spin, but those security guys looked kinda big, so decided to do the right thing and bought the whole building and all of its contents.

after that, did time in bugis. walked around the streets and the mall. after slogging, we went to starbucks to chill owt. bought some jelly latte for 7 bucks. and it got slurped up by sean. the bloody pig. checked owt the movies. wanted to watch ultraviolet and slack. almost bought the tix too! lucky we dint, the rest were kinda not agreeing on what to do. save my 60 bucks.

kinda broke up to do our own shit. went strolling around the mall to check owt the stuff. had to pull sean owt before he went to fit on some woman's clothes. 77th street was so-so. the one at tamppines was better really. went down and did time in the underground, even though it wasnt allowed. got cornered into buying this bear by this woman. wasted $5 on it. gave it away to some girl who donated. thats charity for me.

the rest were kinda pissed coz ppl all came and donated to me instead of them. i noyiced that they seemed to come to us more than to the other schools, probably becoz we were wearing our PE, and look like bumblebees from afar. finished up with only half a can full and headed back.

went to mos burger for lunch wif zy and sean. the pig ate again(probably his 5th burger for the day).we had fun playing our own april's fool joke by hiding his phone. he went back to the mrt station to find it. after consuming loads of junk, sean had to go. met up with zhong yun and mj and we headed up to the arcade. dunnoe why, havent been in one for like 3 years already! reliving my past experiences. god a sore arse licking when i played those racing games with zy(car must have some dead body in the boot, that explains the slow speed. ) went for those street fighter types and i thrashed arse. i rawk at those.

then made my way home... spent like 10 hours way from home man, rawked solid! just realised that theyr building a new hotel 81 branch outside upper serangoon shoppping centre, damn, spoils the environment. wont dare to walk home alone in the future for fear of being mobbed by tons of weird gits...

dunnoe whatsup with me. did everything well today. but im still not satisfied. life has lost its meaning man. and my crap is getting from bad to worse. maybe im bcoming too sensible...

was it? unsure man. if it was, than ive wasted anudder chance...

writer's block

2006-03-30T17:06:00.000+08:00

crap, cant believe ive been so busy. what with all the class committee shit( i mean stuff). ey, cant believe ive stopped blogging for so long...

yawn... boring day, feel like sleeping now. only thing was the class committee meeting this recess. as usual, everyone slacked off. only me, jordan, yi qi and a few udder guys(who were not supposed to be present) were there discussing. in the end, we agreed on sum bloody system that disses owt the punishment for every ten acculmilated demerit points.

u have a choice of either to stay back in skewl with yi qi(a terror itself) or u get fined 5 bleedin bucks. if all this putting down of ur delicate self-esteem doesn't work, i'll just come over and bash u... dunnoe why im having these violent tendacies lately.

crap, i think im having writer's block.

These words just won't come out

try harder.

going for sports day tomorrow. unfortunately, the house caps chose who to run the relays. damn lah. dint run for 100m so most likely wont be chosen...

screwed

haizz, looks like i'll be sitting in the stands just like everyone else. just a face in the crowd...

double crap. my mp3's screwed. earpiece contact broke orf. crap...

at least there'll be cheering. plus i can hurl insults and certain, chosen individuals. in such a noisy arena, no one can hear me express my disgust for those low down humans...

haizz, sci tomorrow. i dun think m gab's marked my work yet. hopefully i can escape anudder confrontation. had a few this week with ms neo already... (dun think anyone likes her... ppl look like they've just seen a particular hairy cockroach wheneva she passes by... and have i mentioned the emanating stench? ok, im just being mean...)

well wont be able to blog tomorrow as i'll only be back round 6+. or maybe 7. since i need to socialize. can hardly walk round vs without shouting out to someone i noe. thats just depressing. cant be too friendly huh, ppl'll think ur after their money or their sanity. weird world

flag day this sat. no rest again. 6 hrs man! walking around and trying to ask for $$$. must smile lah, lest sumone accuses me for extortion. fortunately ive planned for it. sean has this big container of coins, hes gonna bring it.(he better, ows me like 50 bucks already) and maybe we'll just hang around sumwhere. plaza sing? bugis? parkway? prob plaza sing. got cinema. as i said, i have plans...

song playing is ryan cabrera's fall baby fall. gotten a lil sick of that already. thinking of playing a real chinky song. watch my taste and this space. its gonna be sumting nice and kewl. just trust me...

thinking of changing my blog add. coz too many ppl noe it and come to spam. thats why ive banned certain ppl from posting... just need to get the prog that redirects you. and a url that fits my mood... no end of brainstorming

anudder thing b4 i forget. i did this quiz yesterdae, tells ur actual age after calculating all the crappy answers u give . appears that im 21. damn lah, sumone owt to sabo me... need to use face lifting cream. everything must be sacrificed to preserve my beautiful face... right

catch up later. wait forever...

great, im screwed again

2006-03-27T16:01:00.000+08:00

ey, shyt i think i screwed my impression with Mr Gabriel. damn it man. actually, hes a good teach, bout he does have this tendacy to wear those flamboyant and flowery shirts. (I'll try to flash a pic of him sumtime)

just made an amazing discovery. im hate sewing. its lame and only geeks do it... im only forced to do it, so it doesnt count. pricked my finger like few hundred times. damn lah, my penant look like greg's hair, all scrunched up like. eh, wait greg's hair is mushroom style, sorry wrong guy...

and beat this. i think i have a sore throat. been shouting the whole(damn bloody) morning. all coz of that stupid maths exam. sean tried to keep the peace but failed miserably. chian yee was admiring hes paper. guess who killed the most throat cells shouting? kewl thing is, we skipped music. supposed to bring them up, but they wanted to mark the paper. well, my fault? im not even the monitor. ran to music room to chck, but aw yong wasnt even there, must be in toilet again. dunnoe why, always see him coming owt of toilet, seems tobe spending most of his time there... sometimes i really wonder...

anyway, chck this out. those arseholes screwed my journal when i was socializing(screaming) at the front.

second time i kana scribbled... book looks lil smuged coz sumone dribbled water on it while i was conveniently absent from my seat. maybe i'll flash my back page sometime. its like even messier than this crap. sad thing is, i wrote everything on my back page... haizz, doesnt pay to be too tidy.

anyway, as i was saying, M Gab came in for bio lessons(we switched modules) started introducing himself, and speaking in his weird accent. ok, not weird, just perfect english and pronouncation and stuff. aint use to hearin it often.

screwed up when he asked us what we think of VS after this first term. sort of a bonding lesson. (expected sumting like that). he was listing down all the pros and cons, when i just happened to shoot my mouth off...oh damn, ive wasted my future. wasnt that bad, i only said "no girls, all gays"... jk lah! ey, mirza was worse man, heard he introed himself as "still single", and sum other dood said, "still virgin" compared to dem, i hardly skimmed the surface of badness

still, he eyballed me...damn, bad impression sia. and i probably screwed up more. wrote another sheety piece of compo. this time, i think i really went too far. hope he doesnt haul me up, heard he hates cheeky smart alecs. well, ive prepared my speech for liberation.

goes like"ya sir? what? this is crap? oh sorry man, dint u see the stuff i wrote at the bottom?" i quote my own superior words"the following text is deemed fictional by the author. any life references made to any person(s) alive or croaked is purely coincidental. Any heart attacks and seizures which occur (convieniently) during the reading of this script will not be accounted for by the author, his lackeys or his fans. chill man"

horrible man... crap, i dread the wednesday when he next comes for lessons. but than again, mic has been giving him mor crap than me, sud be safe right? maybe i just say sumting like "sorry sir. you told us to write what we understand so far about biology, and what we expect to learn after this module. and i have done exactly that. if this piece doesnt satisfy you, i can always redo it, and have it handed up to you by the end of today" than he'll probably apologise and tell me that he likes my attitude:) man, im a killer when it comes to teachers... so many teachers, so little time... eh! i sound like a serial killer, or maybe a serial...

sad thing is, i wrote something bad in it, ok, not bad, i was just saying that biology helps us to understand the living world better. we might even gain key insights into our own evolution from hairy gibbons to bipeddle apes. sumthing like that. ahh, show you the full thing once(if) i happen to get it back.

hear the song playing now? its ryan cabrera's With You Gone. crap, the quality is lousy, but u can still hear hes heavy breathing... ey, need go. gonn go to sleep dreaming of hairy apes with asmatic breathing problems.

ciao

Jay Are the man

2006-03-26T08:04:00.000+08:00

because now im thirteen years of age, i have decided to review my priorities in live.

i will not spout or utter a single word of what normal humans deem as rubbish
i will be more sociable and try to smile, wink, laugh, grin, smirk, leer, chuckle and guffaw more often

This is all part and parcel of growing up into a respectable human. these are the values that will garantee me success and eternal wealth in live. If i follow this well-thought out plan, i will meet a dashing young man, whos filthy rich and owns half of Singapore. he will be so smitten with my perfect features and will be willing to spend his whole fortune on me, suppying me me with all the shit i ever wanted. just when im about to enjoy life, i will slit his throat and drag his entrails all around my front yard. One can't enjoy life too much, it leaves you helpless. after i've screwed him, i'll move on to his grandfather, whos also a rich property tycoon. this way, i carry on my legacy, at least until my face implants starts drooping, then i'll have to go to the workshop and get them to do the basic oiling and hammering. these are just delays. my future is inevitable, I'll be the no1. tai-tai in the world. the top dog, all cower below me. well, at least i'll have sumting to tell my grand children...

ok, back to me. since ur still paying attention, i would like to point out a few important points. did you noe that im unique? no one is like me in looks, mentality and immortality. if anyone else is called jun rong, that dick's a bloody imposter. im the one and only... for instance, take a look at this canine imposter, curtesy of greg. You might have to click on it to enlarge it, check out all the weird charcters innit. the ugly ones greg, and that purple monster is supposed to be me. plse lah!, compare the looks first! notice the astounding difference?

man, if u googled my name, u would see all the diff refrences to my great self. no need to even google, just check out blogs. go to blogger.com and just key in my name. search blogs, and look at all my diff parallel identies! outrageous!

ok... this one is just plain weird. http://garfieldgwns.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-full-of-surprises.html wont elaborate.

this one is sumhow related... http://cygig.blogspot.com/2006/03/heisgone.html eh, this is depressing

In this one, im sum guy's ah gong, plus, i seem ti have a healthy growth of leg hair. http://spasticthology.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-family-tree-chin-seng-great-ah-gong.html

eh, u guys get the idea. now im depressed. hate it, reed blogs and its inevitable that u start feeling down. haizz... anyway, gth.

12 :13

2006-03-25T02:12:00.000+08:00

kewl, turning 13 later today at round noon. thats crap lah, so long already still only thirteen? haizz, damn, this reminds me of a nudder year that has passed. depressing huh? look on the bright side man, im a teen now, can start whining bout how unfair society really is. but hell, aint i already doing that?

kinda exhausted today. felt like konking owt this aft but couldnt becoz of tuition. than now i try to sleep but cant.

I Try To Sleep I Can't Forget You

sumting like that. really pumped hard today. got to play floorball for PE. team won with sumthing like 11-4. coz man, i was team cap. haizz, im a conceited bastard. i must say, we won thx to Deen's double hat trick, my goals, and most importantly Noel's "superb"/"wonderfool"/"excellent" goal keeping skills. (thanks for letting the ball in pal)

wasnt an easy game, all the shorties on the other side, so i couldnt play properly, as i was afraid of squashing dem flat. floorball really is a dangerous spot. ppl keep getting the ball chiped to their heads. and besides, with Naresh running around and swinging hes stick

(tree branch) wildly, u'll feel much more tempted to buy insurance. i think they offer like 10k for

head seperation.

played b ball during recess. damn, really lozing it. cant shot! my angle all wrong. eh crap, really need to brush up. it aint cool if u jump shot and miss all the time. damn society, damn everyone, must be bcoz the rim contracted.

did my presentation. judging from teach's expression, it was a well do. haha, spent only one night on it man. even wrote the notes for sean, coz he understands no cluck bout thermodynamics. i even added this short audio clip to the last slide, a pity M Koh dint have speakers, wouldve been a blast. switching to chem nxt week. at least i get to be in the lab more, but the fumes there sumtimes send u off to dreamland, specially on a hot afternoon. the best thing is, no M Koh. thats a blessing. think we're getting mr amir. still havent edited bing yu's pic if thats what ur asking. and erm, if any dood needs help with physics this term, juz ASK. i can send you all the pp slides, but just stick my pic sumwhere, so ppl noe its my work, my quality.

got back results. average. sum subs better than others. overall just average. will work harder man, specially for my maths. dunnoe why chinese so low, tawd i wrote those 4 very excellent (and all very fictional) compos? dunnoe lah. did better in art than for my ma and hcl... guess im artistic? nah, basically just scored for my test as i wrote losts of chim criticism for that pic. fooling with M Yap's mind. and b4 i forget, ms lim said im diligent and responsible. thax, its only my duty. haha, aint i cocky?

went to AVA room during chinese class for a double class period. they were doing sum skit on this chinese dan yuan. init, this womean's mother, father, daughter all die. damn depressing. too bad i wasnt sitting in front when mic was acting the ole man. would have kicked him or said sumthing like lao bei si liao. haizz, im just a bloody troublemaker

went for tennis. confirmed wif coach, chian yee is in. nort bad man, ur first time picking up a racquet and u can own kai yi. haha, great ball sense. anyway, just fooled around with volleys and stuff about the strike step. its damn lame but it helps alot. midway, all the sec 2s came in. used the other court while we were still training. ryan came down, and i rallied with him while the rest went for their water-break. man, thought he was stronger than me. hes only more consistant, and more experienced than me. but consistancy is the key, so im useless. right, just come find me when im playing good,and i'll own ye!

played this king thing with sec 2s. man, all so pro. went a bit agressive and everyone thought i a bit siao. screwed two lobs. could have smashed it in, but missed first one(sun's fault, glaring) and whacked 2nd one into the net(damn, what a nice shot, if only it went over)

ppl look at me like im playing tabble tennis...haha. say, yang siang isnt too bad. really good coach, i learn stuff double quick with him, not bad. but hes physical sucks rotten. damn tiring. although today only did shuttle run. 10 ppl. the first 2 who reaches back get to go home first. the rest just continue running. came in 3rd for first round, and first for second round. slipped and scraped my whole leg bloody, thats why came in third. but hey, anything is worth it just to get a few battle scars.

aii, need to go sleep now, probably will get dragged for jogging tomorrow morn. haizz, 3 hrs of sleep. time check, 2:57

and guys, stop sending me chain mails. i dun care whaddaheck its for. im just a cold, unfeeling and heartless guy.

once again, HBD to myself and all march 25 ppl

the prospect of VJC, damn bright sia

2006-03-22T18:56:00.000+08:00

haha... missed my events again. supposed to be running 100m. anyway i chickened owt... real macho show of manliness

today was sian. crappy lessons the whole dae long. specially CCP. tellin sum lame story. crap lah. surprisingly, all those dicks seemed to enjoy it, must have sum nerves shorted owt or sumting. im too ole for this shit man. besides, my voice is too low, i cant project myself as a bloody gay...

after scool ended. just went down to the canteen to stuff myself. just socializing and spiking each udders drink with salt, when i realised that most of them were going to VJ for the events too. dun meen to be rood. butt, fat hope guys, u wont win. damn im evil

so just hung around, and went to the library. tried to sit down for work, butt got distracted by this mate learning JAP next to me. started tokin to him, and picked up a few cuss words. (u bloody sheeba, go morgai) sounds sumting like that. butt than again, he might be teaching me how to cuss myself instead. Say! maybe i'll test these phrases owt on those innocent japanese tourist that flock in abundance to Sentosa. by watching their reactions, i think i can figure owt mosh bout whut they meen...

so anyway, left the lib round 2 30. made some arrangements wif some of mic's classmates to meet up at VJ. (dunnoe why, but i seem to be getting chummy with many of mic's frens. Mr Popular? i noe almost his whole class already!) then took 135 to VJ. walking in was hard man, all those JC ppl staring at u, u feel kinda insecure. anyway, i put on my mask, so only the others got ogled. man, i think Vj is kewl. the ppl there totally rock. haha, i sore like 5 JC ppl i noe, butt dint go over to hi dem. im still too young man, bad for ma rep.

good to be with the Victorian family. except for sum "outsiders" from Katong Convent, we were all owt there in full force. actually no, just like 100 of us VS guys went for heats. but hey, the spirit's there. met up wif fellow sec 1s, and tossed this volleyball up and down the grand stand with sum malay dood from volleyB. until we got too excited, and murdered this guy in the soccer team who waz training in the field. and btw, VJ soccer rawks. interesting man! could have sat there the whole day just watching them play. except that we had to register for our 100m. i chicken owt.

well, mic chicked owt too. anyway i dint feel like running, and i had to change to PE. i dint want to go lookin for a toilet incase i accidently stumble ibnto a female hellhole(place with abnormally large amount of squealing ppl) and i couldnt change there, can expose maself in this obscene way right? so many reasons, anyway dint run, juz say there watching.

actually after seeing them go javelin, i felt like joining. but so many volleyB guys form VS, and they look so pro, so i just hid my face under the bench and sobbed my sorry heart owt. like real...hmph, im not that delicate...

anyway, spent time being a water boy. helping wei jian and earnest buy drinks and keeping their HPs and wallets for them. man, im an important man... and did u noe they sell red bull there?
weird, wanted to try...dunnoe what the heck it is, sumthing bout u sprouting wings and flying right? so anyway, got dem the drinks, and went back to the stands. got bored, started fiddling with HPs while mic went to tell anybody he could bout the lousy standard of the VJ softballers.
Say! ppl do have "interesting" messages on their phones... sory guys, couldnt resist...

anyway, met up with narein(sorry man, dunnoe the spelling) and watched the sprints from the start point. then we were delayed, as we wanted to watch all our seniors screw up... thats bad... butt really, som of them ran until damn jia lat...lol

left only at 4+. that was damn late, and it also started raining... damn
got a double-decker 76 and went up. chilled in the back. really chilled, aircon was on blast. just toking bout useless crap and err... nvm, anyway it got kinda crowded towards the end of the journey. damn noizy too, with all the folks from chij katong... had to stuff my ears with me shirt to relieve pain.

got down at usual stop with mic. not bad, time passes quickly when ur with ppl. and narain's(?) not that bad for a sec 2. at least he aint snotty and high up... u rawk

unfortunately, still raining. took a breezy stroll to serangoon stadium. and had to hide owt there for awhile. bad luck, place was already full. so waited for those cedar girls to clear owt first, then went to buy some stuff b4 changing my shirt.

still raining, but slighter. just kinda strolled back again, drenched again... haizz

actually, its kewl to get wet in the rain, butt ur uni just spoils it... hate unis man... gonna go on strike...

thinking of joining CB... butt afraid that days would clash... haizz nxt year dan

jamming wif J

2006-03-21T18:12:00.000+08:00

sorry guyz. havent been blogging... spent time mostly juz fiddling with that player on the blog. notice: only 40 Kinds of Sadness, Switch and You and Me works, the rest is all whacked owt. stoopid song hosting.

i tried to get a radio blog on my webspace, but the prog died on me... horrible man, just spending 4 hours fiddling wif that crap. heheh, butt ai like the jukebox, even if i cant host it on my blog...

haizz... maybe i shud just stik to song hosting like the rest of our happy community

u noe the hollaback crew thing? noe a few chaps joining the thing... and ya all noe that Click 5's gonna be there... kewl, always liked Catch your Wave. butt dunnoe whats up with the comp though. couple of fellas just screaming(shrieking) their hearts owt. bad for their throats

haizz... bad dae for me, reely exhausted man... close to fainting? and oh yeah! damn! i missed my long jump and short put heats...damn. had to go for enrichment. dunnoe why i went though, every one skived off too.

eh crap, really wanted to go, butt no choice lah. could see a few doods doing the long jump from the window. like bloody bunnies sia. sum ppl just too weird, dunnoe how they can leapt so far. like that day, sore this sec 2 jump over the whole mat. more than 3 m. man! an im only averaging 260cm.

maybe its lucky that i dint go, could have made a fool of myself. sum doods are really cocky, juz be coz u hop like damned wabbits doesnt meen ur damn great. must be that damn bionic leg u had fitted on.

butt what i really miss is shot put. (poot or part?) i noe i would have won sumthing if i had went... at least dunnoe, 8 metres?

butt hell, they'll probably be some big guy comming along and throwing the damn iron ball to the moon. it doesnt take muscles for this event. its ur mass, and thats sumting im lacking in.

nvm, still got 2 more events to look forward to. 100m and 4x100m. but itz held at VJC, so have to go there, and get ogled by the jc guys...

damn, forgot to bring my ma file and all ma WS inside. record, frst time i dint had in work. my good guy image all shattered.. lol. nah. just had to share wif chian yee

anyway, wasnt punished. the trick? when ur giving ur excuses, dun harp on the reason for not bringing ur work(my dog ate it up, left under desk, ws held ransom by sum paper-hating marauders) go straight to the point, and say that ur vey sorry, and that u'll bring it tomorrow. keep telling the teach that u'll bring eet tomorrow, until he tells u to shut it. u get away scott free, and best of all, the teach feels that shes done a good job by correcting ur forgetfulness

trust me, wurks everytime.

I guess I never dared to call you mine

arses

skins... go shed em

2006-03-19T16:14:00.000+08:00

kewl, spent the whole weekend searching for skins... yesterday was crap, all girly and stuff. and who cares heck bout anime?

anyway, todae was better, found many good skins and skin writers... watchowt... picked this skin coz of da music. design's ok, juz that...pink lah... nuthing against gay colours, pinks kewl man!
even if the pink blinds you, u can enjoi da moosic.

damn, juz found a few udder great skins...butt, haizz, no time lah...already spent whole afternoon on this skin...

tomorrow. now i need go mug....

look owt, and lift up...and, whasssit again?

DnD

2006-03-18T10:32:00.000+08:00

finally, got the lyrics

Be My Valentine

GIRL YOU DON'T ME BUT I SURE KNOW YOU
FROM YOUR LONG BLACK HAIR TO THE SIZE OF YOUR SHOES
IVE MET YOUR BROTHER AND IVE SPOKEN TO SOME OF YOUR FRIENDS
BUT DARLING, DARLING, THAT'S WHERE IT ENDS..

COZ BABY ALL I WANT TO DO IS TALK TO YOU
TO BUY YOU A DRINK MAYBE BUY YOU SOME FOOD
BUT I'M A GEEK AND I'M NERVOUS HALF OF THE TIME...
SO WOULD YOU BE WOULD YOU BE MY........

BE MY VALENTINE
WE'LL GO OUT ABOUT TOWN TO DINE
BE MY VALENTINE
I'LL GET YOU DRUNK ON CHEAP RED WINE
BE MY VALENTINE
THAT'S WHEN I'LL TOUCH YOUR BEHIND
IF YOU'D BE MY VALENTINE
THAT WOULD BE SO FINE

I'LL PRETEND TO LIKE THE RESTAURANTS YOU PICK
I WILL EVEN SIT THROUGH YET ANOTHER CHICK FLICK
AND IF WE ARGUE I'LL LET YOU WIN THE FIGHT
JUST AS LONG AS I GET TO HAVE SEX THAT NIGHT

BUT ALL YOU EVER WANT TO DO IS SIT AND TALK
AND GO FOR ONE OF THOSE DAMN LONG WALKS
I JUST WANNA SEE YOU NAKED IS THAT A CRIME?
SO I'M ASKING YOU, WOULD YOU BE MY VALENTINE

BY MY VALENTINE
YOU'LL HAVE YOUR CLOTHES OFF IN NO TIME
BE MY VALENTINE
OUR BODIES WILL BE ENTWINED
BE MY VALENTINE
DON'T TELL ME I'M NOT YOUR KIND
IF YOU'RE NOT MY VALENTINE
I WILL BREAK YOUR SPINE

BABY YOU'RE A HONEY BABY YOU'RE A FOX
I'LL TREASURE YOU MORE THAN MY XBOX
I'D RUN BUCK NAKED IN THE STREET IF YOU ASKED ME TO

AND EVEN IF YOU'RE ANGRY AND YOU KICK ME IN THE NUTS
I'M THE ONLY GUY WHO'LL NEVER EVER HATE YOUR GUTS
SO PLEASE SAY YOU WILL COZ BABY I'M ASKING YOU

BE MY VALENTINE
COZ DARLING YOU LOOK SO FINE
BE MY VALENTINE
YOUR BUM IS JUST DEVINE
BE MY VALENTINE
PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DECLINE
BE MY VALENTINE
BABY CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN
SO BE MY VALENTINE
YOU STUPID GIRL JUST BE MINE
BE MY VALENTINE
OUR BODY FLUIDS MUST COMBINE
BE MY VALENTINE
YOU'LL CONTINUE MY BLOOD LINE
BE MY VALENTINE
THE MOLE I HAVE I SWEAR IT'S BENIGN
BE MY VALENTINE
DON'T TREAT ME LIKE FRANKENSTEIN
BE MY VALENTINE
I GOT NO MORE WORDS THAT RHYME

actually, v dae's long over, butt just got it. still trying to download the song though... made a recording, butt nuthing beats the actual one

I try to sleep, I can't forget you

Sumthing's up with me and my music

2006-03-16T22:53:00.000+08:00

hey, just jamming all day long.. gone quite deaf with all the blasting. just finished my work... weird how a day can pass so quickly, when ur just fiddling with the comp... bad for my studies, butt hell, who cares?

ya noe, Jason Mraz's gig is tomorrow, juz havent figured owt the exact details... haizz, i pride myself on being in the know...

Ya all noe James Blunt? was an army guy, but switched to singing instead. anyway hes voice's fake, tweaked it, so dont thing that him singing You're Beautiful is great. give me the equipment and i can do the same... butt the weird thing is, he thought up the song in the toilet. gives me the creeps. toliet leh! what could he be thinking of? sitting there and singing Ur beautiful, ur beautiful, its tru. argh, dun even wanna picture it...

yea, im playing this song by JJ Lin now. u noe hes vocals are good? actually, its a little sweet sounding for a guy, but hey, its ok to sound a lil off from ur gene pool, makes u stand out more... anyway, u noe he has this weird song called ai qing yogurt? real corny. but anyway, just go chck it owt. anyone who shows such affection for a tub of low-fat dairy product, must be really kewl, right?

And chck owt Ryan Cabrera... great vocals, cept that he has this weird habit of breathin after every verse... gets real irritating after a while. sumone pass him an asthma inhaler. still like his songs though, mbe i'll play it tomorrow.

Jay Chou's feng is all about self-pity. he just sits there in his MV, looking all sad and singing in his soulful voice. get a life man. we noe ur sad, like who isnt these days? and i think hes a lil obsessed and paranoid. the last part of the MV, it showed hes room, with all those pics. man, like those bloody stalkers that follow me everywhere. i bet my face is wallpapered all over their place.

speaking bout stalkers, i think theres this song also, butt kinda forgot, havent been listening to the radio, or rather, they havent been playing it... ask around.

finally, try neyo's so sick. nice song. like the lyrics. all bout how hes feeling sick bout the weird songs they play on radio. same hear ye'all. sometimes, the songs they play set the mood for you. chirpy songs and u become gay. rock songs and you go wreck cars. sentimental stuff and u go breakdown and cry(heartbroken for the rest of the day)

He who controls the radio controls ur emotions

Jay Are

ok that was crappy. now dun go thinking im an ole geezer who spouts advice... cheerios

I'm just a kid...And I know that its not fair...

2006-03-15T23:42:00.000+08:00

Finally... three days of torture are damn well OVER. no more being dragged owt...

woke up at 9... called Mic, frst thing i knew, Greg answered th phone... they were all there already... missing owt again... sounds just like last Dec, over slept, and every1 was there already.

went over at rond 11. walked up wif mic... moment i stepped into house, i heard loud screams. And Greg, Hong Kai, Brandon and Elijah were all hiding behind the couch. Watching Saw 2 no doubt. Greg rewinded the damn tape so i could see. Damn him, now i cant sleep...

i realised that they had only watched 10 mins of the whole show, and Greg kept rewinding it again and again. dint noe ppl can get so much kick owt of watching ppl slice of their...nvm, ur too young... seriously, Greg needs help. What kind of ppl would watch dis kinda show? maybe we should observe him more closely to see whether hes behaving strangely. butt cheerios to him, hardly get to watch any M18 shows...

After seeing the blood spout owt for numerous times(looks damn fake, where got blood pink? and the flesh looks kinda rubbery...), we changed to watching MVs while Bran, HK and Eli went to fiddle with the comp. i wanted to go blog, butt they looked at me like im siao... well, gunbound means da life to dem.

Watching J Chou's MVs... just lazing on the couch and throwing chips onto Greg's head(stupid guy dint even notice) Was starting to enjoy myself, when ever one started shouting at me to stop singing... Against such unity, i had to clamp my mouth right? well, im sure my talents are appreaciated elsewhere... then Mic went down with Bran for sum table tennis... i went to plug in ma speakers, and blasted away... till We gort bored...

Took ball down with Elijah and HK. Bran went back to see Greg bunch ppl. Went shoot hoops. erm, b ball for ur ingnorance. hey! realised that ive lost touch...crap. my 3 pointers all too hard and when i go for a half court shot, i end up... missing... damn, air ball. haizz.

Went to buy a big bottle of H20. and we were all sharing with straws. until Hong Kai dropped his in... no body dared to drink afterwards... drank Vitagen instead...heathly and erm, full of artificial colouring. (at least better than HK's saliva)

Climbed up, and realised Mic's mom was back, with a couple of ole vultures too(sorry man, they ARE ole, but maybe not vultures) Damn, had to tone down our noize. while mic's aunt went to hug and cuddle him, Greg went to keep his M18 discs. i just stood around, shaking hands and giving my trademark smile. Greg sneaked his discs into ma bag under hes shirts, and we all pretended to be good guys again... haizz, depressing.

Lunch. mic's mom stuffed us all with food. the geeks still fiddling wif comp(damn! i nvr get to use) then just hid in the room, bulling greg. Bran wanted to plae tennis. so i went down with him, and wacked ballz in the carpark. got couple of weird stares from some St Gabs guys. stared back. to date, Bran's smashed 2 car windows, plus, a bonus coz he mortally wounded an old lady crossing the road(damn im evil!) not bad for a starter.

Greg had to leave... maple patch was updated, so he could go back and stare at the comp... bloody nerd. sent him of to Serangoon Central... had to go for tournament... so mic went to change, while i admired Eli's tennis jersey... if only we had tennis last year.

asked the doops to wish us good luck, kinda engrossed, so we figured that deep down, theyr still rooting for us. its the thought that counts man. butt hey! mic's aunt remembered my name, and wished me luck... show the impression i make on ole ppl... take it from me, always be charming.

thrashed. 6-0, 6-0... even worse than me singles. this black shirt guy was not bad, butt hes partner sucked! weakling. could have won him in a 1 on 1 match... haizz, fact is, i still lost, so just leave it.

i guess i was to agressive. just throwing myself at that insignificant speck of yellow u call a tennis ball. i think they were all freaked owt, S pecially Mic. i was on serious mood today, and im nort really a nice guy when im serious... go figure...

went for dinner... stoned again... and now im back here making the world a better place to live in. Damn, still cant sleep... the thought of that bloody show(this time, it really is bloody, one whole bloody bleeding mess of ppl). urgh... need comfort, i think i'll go hug my bed post...

~{Did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in writing than saying it to someone in the face? But did you know that it has more value when you say it to their face?}~

its some moral i picked up... go digest

i think my drink was spiked

2006-03-14T22:44:00.000+08:00

damn... feel a lil weird... i dunnoe, i was kinda eratic todae... sumtimes happy and lively, than i just sit there thinking, and i start feeling sorry for myself. so im either stoning in a corner or cracking everbody arp with my dry-humor

eh! i sometimes dunno whether im just a gloomy guy, who goes super happy when i feel like it. or Mbe im just happy and gay, than i start getting gloomy becoz i find the world too irritating.

i guess it must be dis morn's breakfast. i was sitting there stoning and staring at my drink, while the humans around me were tokin rubish. i noticed this weird piece of veg(i think... it better be)
floating around in ma cup. i drank it down. damn, shudve known better, no wonder im getting this weird mix of emotions.

like now, im just sitting here minding me own business. and im kinda feeling sad for myself... arr, shudnt have missed that visit to the shrink...

bissy dae tadae. got dragged round the whole of SG. ar crap.
main highlight: playing tennis at SCC. i was gonna perfect ma service, then my ole man kept telling me that it wasnt hard and powerful enuf... plse lah, u cant even return it. an im doing top spin, it isnt meant to be juz raw power, its the art of brushing it upwards. its all in the stroke, delicate yet firm...
damn, sound lyke im combing my hair...

and yeah, my hair needs no combing, still short, butt no longer able to spike it as it looks a lil like a wig. as in eet looks fake... (with that much gel on, what doesnt look fake?)

anyway, ran around the courts for 2.5 hrs... doesnt help lah, still wont win tomorrow's match. damn, its doubles wif mic. great news! gonna go over to mic's place, KFC for lunch. but i'll probably skip, as i cant bear to see the poor chick(en)s suffer for our contentment. damn, ever1 would probably want to borrow ma albums, and i wont get it back... took me 3 weeks to get my SUPER FRESH 2 back from mic, so u get an idea of the standard.

oh, Morg is playing gunbound again, according to mic... hes persuading any poor fools he can find to join that lame game. oi, i never plaed b4, and i dun intend to start. stay AWAY

good luck for me and mic... stuck with a bloody Dliema(forgot how to spell, too tired) if we win, we move on to 2nd round. that means we wont get to meet up on thurs. if we dun win, it's gonna be real bad for our rep. crap, why are things always so complicated?

but hey, juz got a call... the stopid guy has some church thing to attend... no movie, no meeting up on thurs... butt hey, greg''s bring SAW 2 tomorrow... so i wont be able to sleep tomorrow night... anyone wanna stay up with me? damn, missed Fearless, and im a lil too, erm, innocent for Underworld Evolution. say, u noe mr seow has a underworld evolution wallpaper? nvr asked him whether he watched the show... we arent exactly on chummy terms.

crap... im reading blogs now, and stupid zhi yong is trying to confess his love for me. irritating dood, spamming me the whole day long... i meen cmon, i noe u love me, butt who doesnt? it doesn't make u special...

lame blogs... look

I still think about u all the time and miss u very much
Some nights i cry myself to sleep
But i try not to get too downheartedI know i still have a lot to be thankful for
I know u gave me more love than others ever get in their whole lives

ahh, wait... sound a little like me...crap, i gotta change! nvr knew somany VS guys blog... my blog is crapped up with all of them visiting and stuff. my msn is worst... everyone adding me... thats my plight

and hey, if ur the music gang, why nort try Do You Ever Think of Me, it by, er... kinda forgot... its by some guy from the now defunct band BLUE. songs bout like ye now when u meet sum1 for da frst time? u think theres sumthing there, butt yer unsure...hence, do you ever think of me.

it making me sound worst... shudnt have introed that song... nvm, try ashley parker angel's Let You Go...

Ciao... gonna wish some ppl HBD... march really is a busy month...

Ai Shang Yi Zhen Feng

Chui Wan Ta Jiu Zou

shudnt have written that... now every1 thinks that ive just been dumped... arr...

Little Black Riding Hood

2006-03-13T17:11:00.000+08:00

Holidays are a boring affair... maybe thats why im so free to write so much crap...

read and inspect. conclusion at end. an erm, kinda gory, so you might wanna revise the rating. and thought it uo only in 15 mins during CCP... so its all fresh and full of my crap...

Little Black Riding Hood

Narrator: Once upon a time, there lived a boy called Nash Ti.

[Nash Ti steps out and gives the audience a dainty little wave]

Narrator: Nash Ti also had a nickname, and it was Little Black Riding Hood. (Although people seldom called him that as he was determined to shed he’s boyish image) And why Little Black Riding Hood? No, not because he wanted to idolize a certain bimbo (I mean girl) dressed in red, but because he was short and puny, and always wore a hood. The “Black” part came into play as he was a Nigger.

Narrator: One fine morning, Nash Ti went for a walk in the nearby park. He was just admiring the beautiful scenery when he bumped into Wolf.

[Nash Ti and Wolf knock heads]

Wolf: So sorry kid, I was meditating on the complex structure of my finances.

Narrator: at the sound of finances, Nash Ti perks up.

[Nash Ti gets this hungry look in his eyes, and stares at the wolf greedily]

Nash Ti: Finances? You have big $$$?

[Nash Ti rubs forefingers together]

Wolf: Err… actually no. I’m in NEED of $$$. Say! You look pretty wealthy yourself! Any spare cash to lend? I am on my way to purchase my dream house, complete with 32 bedrooms and 2 Olympic sized swimming pools. Unfortunately, I seemed to have donated my credit card to a trigger-happy mugger…

[Wolf sighs]

Wolf: So, any spare cash?

Nash Ti: Cash? Lend? Sure! But got 120% interest.

[Wolf looks hard at Nash Ti and considers his options]

Wolf: well, ok then, I’ll take a loan. I’ll return it in a month’s time. By then, my house would be set up, so why don’t you come over and have a swim in my new Olympic sized pools? Lifejackets not provided.

Narrator: And with that, they parted ways, agreeing to meet up in a month’s time.

[A month passes by]

Narrator: Wolf’s home was now built and ready. But as he was too caught with the building works, he completely forgot about Nash Ti and their arranged meeting.

Narrator: After waiting for a few hours, Wolf still hadn’t appeared. Nash Ti was getting impatient. Finally, he realized that wolf must be standing him up, that wolf never meant to pay him back.

[Nash Ti snarls angrily]

Narrator: In Nash Ti’s frenzy, he decided to have his revenge on Wolf. He stomped to the first little pig’s hut, and flame-throwered the whole damn thing. Then, he pulled the half-BBQed pig and loped its head of with his parang.

[Nash Ti catches pig by scruff of neck]

Pig: Oink

[Nash Ti swings arm in deadly chopping motion]

Head: Thud

Narrator: Nash Ti drags head to Wolf’s new house, and sticks head on front door with Blu-Tac. Beneath it, he writes in bold, the words: OWE $$$, PAY $$$.
Having satisfied his craving for violence and destruction, Nash Ti went home a happy man.

[Hours pass]

Narrator: Wolf comes home after a hard day’s work, and catches sight of the bloody pig’s head.

Wolf: EEP! What the? I’m Halal lah!

[Wolf covers eyes and mourns for lost comrade]

Narrator: after the moment of weakness had passed, Wolf stood up with a new purpose in life. Now he was disturbed (and dangerous?) This time, he stomped to Nash Ti’’s house and confronted him.

[Nash Ti and Wolf argue furiously]

Narrator: A passing civilian noticed both of them engaged in their verbal onslaught, and immediately refered them to a reputable councilor.

[Nash Ti and Wolf skip along to see councilor, never once stopping their argument along the way]

Narrator: After thrashing their problems out with the councilor, they finally agreed to put aside their differences. And, they became good buddies and close friends. The sum of money was returned to Nash Ti, and the two friends kept it in a shared safe deposit box, as a remembrance to the start of their, er, relationship. Whenever any of them felt a little queasy, he would rush down to the bank to view the sum of money. Immediately after that, they would feel much more relieved and more aligned with their destiny. And so, their friendship lasted for many years to come, until Wolf, in his half-blindness, mistook Nash Ti for a bowl of Halal mush and ate him up. But that is another story altogether…

THE END

bored? you shud be... nxt time i'll write something more racist... gonna submit this to my teach... hopefully she accepts...

lozing aint so bad, its the "thrash"part that i hate

2006-03-11T16:26:00.000+08:00

Damn... my earlier post gort erased... pressed wrong button... dun have the energy to rewrit all da crap...

got thrashed 6-2, 6-2 by a sec 1 kid shorter than me... lost all my points on the sudden death

damn... have to wait till nxt year... why m i always screwing up this year... everything all going wrong... i dun noe where to hid ma face... humiliated... in desperate need of a mask

cant blame me for lozing man. i was doing top spin all the way, juz maybe nort agressive enuf. haizz... when i slam hard, ma coaches get peeved, then when i go all gu niang style, i realize that my opponent can surf me owt of the court... retribution, damn, must have stepped on the wrong cockroach in me past life.

whazzup man? hes ryan's neighbour... arr, couldve thrashed him. damn, my mind was on something else. i guess its all juz excuses.

Nan Dao Ni Xin Bu Hui Tong Ma?

and how could i plae properly when i had no moral support from the stands... i dun think i sore any ppl in pink cheerleading owtfits waving their poms poms at me... doods! i noe u've gort a macho image to uphold, butt its seriously ok to dress up as a gurl once in a while. even for a fren?

arr crap... i dun excel in any particular thing, like those guys there. im more a rounded person, but i guess maybe nort rounded enuf. if only i was born rounder... enuf of this, its making me sound fat and bloated

the hols arent anything to look forward to, all those piles of work waiting for me. the worse thing is that im stuck with my same bloody group for the physics proj. looks like i'll be gutting everything, while sean gets all the credit... haizz, shouldve kicked him when it was all pitch dark in the theatre... wasted chances, again... say, why dun i always screw up my chances?

still have to wait till nxt year to compete again. by then everyone will be older. isnt age a bloody barrier? limits you. ar crap, im spewing political rubbish again...

gonna go fiddle around with ma music... at least its better than passing on my gloomy mood to everyone

~all.i.need.is.one.more.chance.~

gonna gat the crap whacked owt orf me...

2006-03-11T12:47:00.000+08:00

In three hours time, im gonna noe whether im a lozer, or a champ... damn, im freaking owt over the bloody tournament. actually y? theyr all juz n00bs, sure i can beat them, right?

dis happened last night...
Actually, the play was not bad, all acted owt by 4 women and one weirdo male on roller skates...
besides the imbalance in gender, and the inline skating, the plot was quite engaging. unfortunately, i was blasting my music from my mp3, so i couldn't really hear what they were saying...

it was the same in the bus there and back... sitting in the back and juz chilling while the udder lozers sang some bloddy songs in the front. my earpiece couldn't fit in sean's ear, so he had to go withowt da noize... den i went for SUP at East Coast Lagoon. horrible place sia, all filled wif ppl gorging their hearts owt... fell asleep halfway through ma bowl of food

den i got dragged owt again dis morn... good thing i bought some mags at cheers... relieves boredom. And now im bck here, juz waiting around for 1 o'clock...
EH DOODS! WISH ME luck, i'll need eet. say, why dun u guyz come down to Kallang Tennis Centre to cheer me on? of coz, skimpy cheerleading costumes not provided. bring ye own poms poms

WISH ME LUCK... im gorne

killed in action

2006-03-10T14:38:00.000+08:00

[~ I wont let u down~]

Man... I think I killed someone today... It was during PE. We Sec 1 guys were sharing the field with the sec 2s. Arr... I think I rammed his head open. Damn! i was gonna kick the ball into the net when this guy ran across my path... i dun think hes head will ever feel the same again... man! it was at such a close range, that i might as well have kicked his head directly.

Damn, i feel so evil. he just lay there on the bloody ground, crying hes heart owt. and now his mates are angry with me. i meen look, it was an accident. he was the one who dashed in front orf me.
chill.
He just lay there crying (and cussing). dood! if yer hit, juzt stand up and get over it. At the most, just whack the crap owt orf the guy who screwed u....err... dats me im refering to.

man, i feel bad. now hes mates think im violent and dangerous. oi! i appologised already! blaggarts... haizz, why do i always screw up in front of sec 2s? even... ar, nvm... haizzz... hes probably lying somewhere cussing ma gutz owt with hes colourful vocabulary... SCREWED

we had this bloody spot chck dis morn... we had to empty our bags and stand owtside the class... i meen look, im still young and innocent, why do everone discriminate against me? issit becoz im just too innocent and unpolluted? thank goodness i hid ma stash of drugs inside my socks. if they were confiscated, i dunnoe whut i would do... i still need to do my part for society by peddling drugs to those unassuming kids. lucky i can still continue this lucrative business.

Im lucky there isnt training... so thats why im back home wasting my precious life on the comp. real productive use of my time right? unfortunately i still have that bloody play to watch latr... gonna leave da house round 5+...

tournament tomorrow, just hope i dun freak owt and run into the net. haizz... first time im joining SPEX, unsure of their standard... i'll trash them, if i can keep ma cool... juz hope i dun murder anudder guy...

And yeah... i dun think theres such a word as peremeter... can chck a dic if need be

[~if you take my hand tonight~]

pitying myself...and pulling my newly grown hair owt

2006-03-09T16:07:00.000+08:00

damn im depressed... life so sad, everytime u start thinking...erm, nvm... dun wanna make u jocks miserable

this juz in... yesterdae was International Woman's Day... dang, i missed eet. I wanted to show ma appreaciate for the lackeys of mankind... haizz
dam, i bought this kewl looking blonde wig, and i wanted to cross-dress on THE day juz for the experience... looks like i'll have to wait till nxt year...

man, dun u screw up chances like dat? once theyr gone... uve nuthing left to look forward to...
wasted chances... missed reactions...

hey wait... todae aint gloomy, so relax... im juz fooling wif ur delicate mind

wait, maybe u should keep ur gloomy mood. DANG! juz remembered, gort a bissy dae lined arp for me tomorrow... bloody play.

man, i really gotta go mugg... will go round reading and tagging ppl's blog latr...

.:[And i know it goes with me]:.

bad(hair)day

2006-03-08T15:58:00.000+08:00

hey, chck dis owt

everybody is a moon, and has a dark side, which he never shows to anyone
Mark Twain

hes a serious weirdo man... i meen whos gonna believe him? Mark Twain isnt even hes real name...

man, just cut ma hair, so its all short and spiky... i dun think this punk look suits me... maybe i'll just buy a wig and wear it till i un-punk myself

yeah! its me dad's bdae tadae... dint buy him anything, i cant right? i have no income.

argh... forgot whut i wanted to rite...

oh yeah, i have to rite the stupid script for lil red riding hood(improved and revised version)

i think i went overboard with my crap, so now the teach thinks its great, dang, another hour spent mugging...

and yeah, lifes boring... no more lame shows on channel 5... smallville gone, one tree hill nvr started yet(dang u mic)

crap

oh yeah, if u want any songs to be played on my blog, juz ask, its a request thing...

and yeah, the two players above ma tag are kinda weird, coz i ripped and customized it orf sumones blogskin...

and greg, better reply...

hey! maybe i'll go play some chinese songs, juz to piss ahmad and mirza orf...

yeah, juz tawd that i should add this in, im joinin 100m, long jump, shot part, and 4x100m for sports day. anyone wanna train wif me? i need da competition to perform better i guess...

and this is also to warn you, guys who are nort in ROCHOR house, train harder...

geek in the pink

2006-03-07T18:58:00.000+08:00

hey, ripped shirts are the latest fashion now, try ripping urs. butt than ur body is not tastefully done up, so maybe u would like to wear a rain coat over it...

weird songs play on...

2006-03-07T18:31:00.000+08:00

hey! kewl! finally got some funny song playing in the background... there are also 2 songs above ma taggie, click on it after the main song finishes playing, if nort u wouldn't hear a thing...

really slack today, the only work i did was that stopid compo
and of coz, the hcl test paper
dunnoe whats wrong with ma chineze teach... i saw her juz owtside the staffroom dis morn, then during hcl lesson, we were informed that she had mysteriously gone home, coz of a bout of flu.

i found it weird too, she gave me this LOOK dis morn, and jumped two metres just to get owt of my way. hey! ive gord this kewl revelation! maybe shes afraid of me, no wonder she whimpers wheneva i approach her... teachs...

haizz, fiddled around wif this blog too much, now i have almost no time to do my werk. cant blame me man, i had to answer those sadistic comments posted on ma blog, + i had to search for some depressing songs...

man, i need go do my geog... cant believe eet... 1 mark away from a A1! dood, how depressing is dat? i need to get a few marks more, thats why im gonna redo my reflections on relationship between human and physical environment... all help appreaciated.

maybe i'll just write some politically incorrect $h33+ juz to prove that im smarter than the average cohort, butt than people will comment that im conceited and vain. relax, i can deal with the rejection and name-calling, used to eet by now...

the deer-in-the-headights look(murder in my eyes)

2006-03-06T23:30:00.000+08:00

late post, no inspiration sia... haizz, just finished my compo, thats why feeling a little good because of all the moral values in it...

Been listening to Simple Plan songs the whole day long, great beat and stuff, butt makes you want to scream owt loud till the whole neighbourhood gathers around to mob you for ur fantastic voice...

And the songs on the radio are horrible. somedays ur just feeling sorry for urself, and ur hoping for a nice sad song to come on. before you know it, its some schree snaa snappi or mouse+rice song. the song puts owt of ur misery with its quick beat, butt u still feel like murdering the radio.

i meen who gives a damn whether the mouse loves the bloody rice, or issnt the other way round? its a mutual relationship, so dun make a big fuss owt off it, specially in front of me, and plse, carry owt ur hanky-panky sumwhere else... bloody rice...

oh yeah, learned in home econs, there are 3 types of grains, long, short and medium. there is actually a 4th type, butt its a hybrid of bird feathers and chalk dust, and since the only tester or the product suffered severe constipation after consuming it, i guess its currently UNSAFE...

bloody home econs, threaded the needle thru ma index finger 7 times... hmmm, maybe i should take up accupunctury and moxibustion(something close to that)....

i hate the bloody world, the bloody ppl. dunnoe why theyr bloody, theyr not even bleeding, butt its my mood i guess.

and besides, ppl have got rammed by deers b4, so watchowt, bring a bottle of deer repellent nxt time u go to an exotic island so that it won't be a bloody affair...

haizz, dunnoe whut im tokin, lil confused right now, must be the vodka i had juz now...

bloody...

Your face is humongous, go cut it down to size...

2006-03-03T19:24:00.000+08:00

man, feeling a lil screwed in the head... my head's all heavy and stuff, i'll probably be sick tomorrow...again

physical exhaustion can really get to you, I feel just lyke getting some shut eye, butt i'll have to find a secure location first... you never noe who comes along. ever time a civillian passes by, they would have this sudden urge to snap my photo, S pecially when i'm sleeping. You cant blame them for taking advantage of my vunerabilty... crap, thats sounds gai.

Training was so tiring, almost fainted. but it was the roundness of the tennis ballz that inspired me to continue... If a ball can be PERFECTLY round, i dun see why i cant play on... (doesn't really make sense, but nuthing ever makes sense, so its Xcusable)

The worst part was the physical. Coach still made us hop around. my legs are kinda cramp now, dang the training... orf coz, i walked when hes head was turned, so i dint get the full brunt of the training, erm, strain.

just remembered, ms lim isnt around nxt week. finally, i get to fool around withowt feeling guilty... but than i'll probably have a hard time upholding the peace in class, so maybe her scooting orf isn't such a good idea...

Man, i think im paronoid... ever had a face floating in ye mind's eye? You cant eat, sleep, think properly...

When I look up in the sky I see you
Then I turn and close my eyes, and it's you
When I'm sitting all alone in my room
Everything reminds me of you...

really spoils ye dae, cant concentrate on whut ye doin... (i banged into 2 walls already)
And dun go thinking im despo... im a real happy guy.

haizz

i still think i need a visit to a shrink

shrinks rawk my world...

Maybe I'm just better off on my own...

2006-03-02T16:15:00.000+08:00

When is a feeling just a feeling?
Dun you just feel confused at times? Feel lyke just, i dunnoe, mutilating yeself?

That was too profound, and dun chop yerself up. And yeah, i'm fine, really!

Got 13 /20 for geog reflections, lowest ever...haizz. Not my fault! i was just too general. should have said something more profound to mess with ms sharma head, maybe if she's confused and pondering about the many "morals" that i have provided, she might give me more marks... This happens alot when people are enlightened...

Ms Neo liked my idea of "independency" for our group compo... yeah, its about some guy hammering udder guys and preaching for "INDEPENDENCY". love the plot. needless to say, only sean and mua contributed, naresh was sick with donkey flu or something... Sean wrote down everything i said, so you can guess where the content for the story came from.

Pissed ms yap during art by fooling around at the back. threw a few paper ballz at zhong yun's head, but they missed(on purpose, i think). then we had the class test. if you look around me, you would realise that everyone has the same answer as me. Not their fault, great minds think alike. only their minds aren't great, so its kinda dubious...

Now you've left me, u've turned and u've walked away...
out of my sight, owt of my life

Ist dae of the nu month

2006-03-01T16:40:00.000+08:00

itys 1st of march... Release of the "A" level results.
not that i care, but man! its tough for those guys who are collecting their results today.

Fort Minor's concert also today, never went to a concert before, so hey, maybe i should go for this one... but due to a lack of tix, i dun think i can get in... maybe i'll go gate crash...

Everytime you look my way...

Helped mic to fix up his blog, he came over, just left... hope the poor kid remembers how to get home. Man! im not responsible if he getz lost...

hate march, the weather gets real hot, than u start sweating lyke a pig, not that most people aren't already one... Besides, myn birthdae is soon, just don't feel like celebrating...

Maybe
i'll
just
put
on
a
show
and
smile
the
hole
dae...

I wanna kill, need my daily dosage of fresh blood

2006-02-28T16:07:00.000+08:00

Man, im really lozing it for my english... scored a miserable 25 out of 30 for compo... I really want to KILL my teach... that horrible woman...

Maybe shes drugging me with her senseless chatter... all about how qualified she is in the language department...

after countless discussions with the voices in my head, WE have agreed to do her in
[meaning kill, snuff out, exterminate, gan diao, frag, Pk and maybe even sit on...]

All i need now is the means and erm, tools form the job... i dunnoe, will a toothpick do? it's very sharp, maybe i can try stabbing her through the gut with that...
but than again, i'm not a muderer... maybe i'll just scare her into migrating away to the moon

Discussing hairstyles with mic on the bus(dunnoe y, nuthing better to do...)
we came to the same conclusion... Mr Maran's hair RAWKS high!... love the curly bit at the back...

I have tried, but failed to capture a decent picture of his face(i wanted to show it to the world)... Man! everytime he sees me, he just gives this frightened look and bolts into the nearest male toilet.

i mean come on man, if i really wanted to take ur pic, i can just follow you in, but then again, i want to let you relieve urself in peace... count urself lucky...

End of Feb, great month really, at least i'm not that traumatised... And yeah, happy b dae to those guys snorting down the choc cake in class todae.

PS:Mr Maran is a great guy, dun believe the crap i say...

A passion for sewing

2006-02-27T15:10:00.000+08:00

Learned sewing today, or maybe it's more like "pricking fingers". I wasn't the only one. Heard a couple of screams coming from the back of the class, but the casualty rate shouldn't be that high, only about half the class ran the needle right through their fingers? But with my class, you never know when they'll scream...

Or maybe it was some horror movie that they watched last night... The Fog? Saw the trailer, don't know whats so scary... only WHITE smog floating around... use a ventilator fan or something, unless of cause, the smog has a bad habit of just hanging around, then you won't be needing the fan, right? Cool show though, love all the screaming.

Say, maybe I should go practice my screaming too, I've always had this dream for joining the school choir, it's just that Sean's already there, so I don't want him to look bad in front of the others... But if I ever join, I'm sure the choir will be elevated to DEATH METEL stardom...

Don't really know what i'm talking about... I talk even more crap when I'm writng perfect ENG... don't think this will work out...

new skin, wonder who left it lying about

2006-02-26T20:01:00.000+08:00

just changed my skin... looks gloomier, but not as uh, girly as my previous one...

i really don't know how the grim reaper in the pic can look like darth vader... even if he puts on a few layers of make-up... and oh yeah, thats a scythe not some sort of grass cutting device...

i'm trying not to write crap today, trying to control myself... man, not easy...

And yeah, this post is in perfect english today, don't know why, must be something to do with the position of the moon and Pluto, this causes severe inbalances to your brain waves...

joyous celebrations... go drinking doods

2006-02-24T19:19:00.000+08:00

life is OK, reely, never felt so proud of my existance...

had to run 100m for PE tis morn, reely boring, onli gort to run 1nce... butt of coz ma standard is too guud, so i cant showcase ma talents too many times, in case sumbody notices ma superb running skills and creates a fan club just to worship me...

did 100m in 15s, nort bad, considering the fact that many orf ma classmates had their shoes separated from their feet(kicked orfed)while running... and yes, i agree that many ppl ran like CHICKens, no nort bcoz they flu halfway dere, butt bcoz theyr arms were kinda flappy...

gort 15/25 for hcl test... reely guud actually, considering thye fact that many ppl failed... its o level standard... besides, i onli bribed ma teach with $2, so how how many more marks could she have given me?the nxt time i attempt to gat a teacher to do sumtin for da greater guud of our race orf slackers, remind me to use a bigger bundle of $$$...

tennis waz alright, coach dint want to chge ma strokes, sad he'll let me have ma own style... nort ma fault man, juz coz i couldnt catch the ball to give it a brush(not wif a comb) besides, i think he was afraid to piss me orf, coz wan im pissed, i start killing ma mates(dun take it literally) make way man, im gonna be the future team cap...

SiCk

2006-02-23T16:17:00.000+08:00

im reely sick todae, nuthing to comment...

gawd must have heard me when i claimed i waz sick yesterdae... cnat believe i have a fever...

im gonna go do ma wurk now, tons of dem...

haizz...

gone to africa, be back in a decade

2006-02-22T15:33:00.000+08:00

my sis has gone to camp, finally...

wunt have to putt arp wif her nonsence, har!!
hopes she gats eaten by an anchovie while kayaking.
if the anchovies around Labrador are dieting(eating according to their RDA), than at least let her knock her head while rock climbing. AMNESIA is guud, S pecially if she forgets who she is and tells the teachs IC than shes an african... shes so dead, gonna be shiped to zimbawe... man, its kinda peaceful here!

nuthing much todae, onli think interesting was art. supposed to criticize the art piece, was called, unlucky man... gort insulted by being told that i could nort appreaciate art and stuff, told her i was colour blind... wonder y she waz so angry, i only commented that the man was wearing a skirt!(or banna leaf? dunnoe...) actually it was a sarong...

i admit, calling the men in the the pic gay was uncalled for, they were standing in that sissy posture, wif hands on hips and the hips were cocked at weird angles, for a reason, nuthing wrong wif that at all, reely! dang the artist...

oh ya, im kinda {sick} todae, juz remembered... mic and i waz discussing on the buz how to cure {sickness}, conclusion waz to juz let things be... things R lookin arp...

wunt be {sick}for long,. gonna see a shrink

sheeze

2006-02-21T16:21:00.000+08:00

So just tell me what i should do
I left everything for you
And i can hardly breathe
'Cause i know i lost you from my world
From my...world

presented my geog project, as well as ma VOLCANO... still cant believe it, got 7/10 for presentation!(highest in class) ms sharma said that our presentation wasnt cluttered and we were very sure of our content...duh, i did all the reseach and compiled the PP slides

dang u sean, thank goodness u dint remove the pics...and u dinty reely present properly, i did everyting, EVERYTING!

during hcl, teacher wasnt around, instead of lessons, relief teach gave us WS to do... than teach left and we had a wild party... gort scolded by M chia again, walked passed and banged his head on the door. whadd m i saying? i meen walked passed and banged the door...

on the way back from home, trying to do sum soul seaching in the bus, BY, Mic and Nick were pissing me off, so couldnt gat any inspirations, dats y this post is kinda lousy, or may be its becoz ma day was kinda boring...

PS: brandon stubbed his toe on the door and kinda broke it, i wonder, is he related to the OM? same farni habit of thumping doors with their body parts, be it head, toe, foot or anything else...

im gonna be a guud boi and go do ma wurk, although i'll probably fall asleep halfway thru, dam tired i m

So much beauty in life
Shining on the outside
Empty on the inside
I get lost sometimes
Blinded by the flashing lights
Distractions always in my eyes

flushing is a melody

2006-02-20T16:03:00.000+08:00

came back from morn assembly wif ma tie crooked. it seem to have swivelled 180 degrees. back ended up facing me? if anybody needs an acrobatic tie, pls place orders wif me... i'll try to produce more twisted ties

had to gif out papers and worksheets for class to do while teachers disappeared
mysteriously. sean needed to go see sum teach for owing her protection $$$(sumthing lyke dat, ask him details later), so i was left to take care of class... alone.

obviously they were quiet, i was taking charge man, noe how serious and angry i can look? reel scary, trust me. mr chia came in and banged the door a few times, said it was noizy. told him i'll take care of it, he left a happy man, see how i make ppl's dae?

sean came back, looked a little chinked owt... class told him how i blackmouthed him by writing bad (butt true)stuff on the board about him... got dangled off the edge of the seventh floor for the entire recess...

went for moosic, had to find sum sound sources round the scool, went and sat out the whole period next to the toilet bowl, listening to the flush, until the janitor came and chased me owt...

slept during sci period, until snoring gort too loud and teacher woke me up to end noize pollution.

hanged round scool lookin for mic, found him wif head stuck in fish pond, got crow bar and pried him loze.

sat bus, slept a bit,missed stop and had to get ma private chauffeur to gat me home in ma limo ... came bck late again... maybe tomorrow i'll try to get more shut eye during the night.forgive me for soundin so pissed,being deprived of sleep can change ur life, drastically...zzz

Volcanoes aren't really destructive... its the larva, duh

2006-02-19T00:03:00.000+08:00

i saw u, 8.13pm, and u saved me from myself...man, i totally screwed up

juz got back from tennis. i'll be doin a model of volcano for ma geog project later in the afternoon...

the farni thing is, i have to make eet go boom[(Xplode)/(erupt)]. all ma udder classmates have managed to do eet, butt when i asked them how, they told me to go eat sheet... seriously weird!

im appealing to (begging)the mass public, does eating $hit help a volcano xplode? maybe its the energy released by the digested waste that causes the atoms in my dough model to be agitated, hence resulting in a 7.86 xplosion on the Jay Are scale...

whutever it is, i juz have to find a stimulant for my volcano... i'll buy an atom bomb if its on discount...

suffering from severe movie-induced pity? doesn't make sense...

2006-02-18T01:23:00.000+08:00

i just watched i not stoopid 2... most of it was dam farni, butt then how come half the cinema was crying? ok, sum parts were mildly depressing, i agree...i tried to suffocate myself with the popcorn box, see how badly an upbuild of depression can affect u?

i couldnt reely concentrate though, this woman sitting next to me was sobbing so hard, asspecially during the second part of the show... horrible,in considerate cow!, no wonder the cinema was flooded...

if u havent seen eet go catch eet, not bad lah. im probably watching again in march wif mic, greg and wil... stoopid b@rsturds, they'll probably be hiding under their chairs during the show. i dunt blame dem, since the onli kind of shows they watch are G rated ones... this show might be juz too much for them to take...

ar crap, its past 1a.m., i'll probably go to bed in like a nudder 1.5 hrs time...zzzz

with u gone

2006-02-17T19:20:00.000+08:00

lookin back, if i juz had wun more night wif u... i will spend every moment i will notz let it end...

dang, gotz this stoopid song stuck in ma head...

maybe i should go for sum brainwashing course...

good news! my chinese teacher dint shout at me todae. of corse it was probably Bcoz of this charismatic smile i had on todae, trust me, dis always charm the teachs...

tennis sucked, i was playin like $heet... i waz flappin both arms about trying to hit the ball, must be that horrible dream bout that chicken i had last nite(in eet, i was playin as a CHICken in this fantastic RPG game, unfortunately,i had to be culled bcoz of this really irritating bird flu virus that had found eets way into ma body, dang, life IS so short)

N coach dint reely n0tice ma wunderf00l strokes b coz he waz caught up at the udder end... i might have to do sumthing drastic soon, so i can be promoted to asst. coach

be patient and wait, soon i'll have coach picking arp after me... juz hopes he doesnt reed this...

Er boarin dae

2006-02-16T15:34:00.000+08:00

nuthing much todae, dun reely understand why? butt i suppose its guud rite? nuthing bad has happened to me todae, i think i'll go drink my self drunk to celebrate... butt then i might crash my new limo, so that wouldnt be a good idea...

oh yar, dis juz in... NARESH thinks im vain N gay... wonder y. reely petee him, must be kinda depressing being dillusioned.

to make eet clear... im NOT vain, i dun even take a look in the mirror for fear that it would juz shatter in front orf ma wunderFOOL image, AnD besides, i onli spend 3 hrs powdering ma face... not long at all...

mis_under_stood

2006-02-15T15:44:00.000+08:00

issnt life sad? my dae stared orf horribly, kant beelieve ma chinese teacher thought i was sum sort of arrogant brat... i was sleepy and tired and depressed this morn ok!

i onli slept 6 hrs last nite, dint manage to meet the required 9 hours MIN for beautifool skin and a sunny complexion...

my head was noddin orf and ma eyes were kinda like closin, my teacher walked past and noticed that irritated(n maybe bored?) xpression on ma face. and SHE tawd that i was BORED with the lesson {(actually it was kinda, erm, interesting? we had to look at different states of rubbish and mess and had to think up a "good" solution to that problem. eg. if i see this i will pick this up becoz i would rather let ma hands suffer the dirt, the filth, and the skin diseases, than to let the general public be aware of such dastardly crimes...sumthing like civics and moral ED, butt all is in chinese)}

She told me to get out if i wasnt interested in the lesson... dam! doesnt she noe dat i m a
con-sci-en-tious pupil? MAN! im a MARKed man...

gawd save me, im a misunderstood teen. conclusion:life is reely unfair, and no number of visits to the shrink will change dat...

p.s:im lucky VS is 7 storey high, at least my scary notions of death, COULD cum thru...

ma ph0t0 shoot

2006-02-14T17:32:00.000+08:00

we had to take our fotos todae for sum year book thingy. so i had to wear my tie PROPERLY, make sure ma shirt was tucked in and stuff... of coz both the photographer and the scool had to pay for my participation in dis event... after all, im lending my face to their year book...

in my opinion, the picture would have been perfect if not for that guy standing nxt to me. i tried to persuade my teacher to get rid of him butt she wouldnt listen. the nxt time he tried to ask me to grin and smile for the camera, i lost ma temper and kicked him of the building(the foto shoot was held at the parade sq on the 5th floor...)

after posing in front of the camera for 17 mins, the photographer was satisfied that he could make a bomb wif the 3 photos(wif ma face innit) that he took, so he dismissed us

i left for home immediately after that.
as i walked past the front gate, i saw that guy being carried away on a stretcher... i waved to him as i was in a good mood and i swear that i thought i saw him wriggle a broken toe back at me...

CONFRONTterd

2006-02-13T15:31:00.000+08:00

ma art teacher caught me with ma shirt un tucked...again.

i meen cum on, i was running ya (doin a long distance run around the perimeter of my chair). usually when u RUN, ur shirt kinda flops out? so i was juz A bout to tuck in ma shirt when she strolled right up to me and started, reprimanding? me...

dang, she tawd i was a hooligan again... seriously, is leaving ur shirt out to hang a crime?

i think i'll go cut ma shirt reel short so it wont flop out...

either that, or i'll juz dun wear a shirt, butt than every1 would have to pay an appreaciation fee for ogling ma body... its easy money... $$$$$$

Dinner

2006-02-12T19:26:00.000+08:00

man, im here sloggin ma gutz out doin ma project when ma parents are eating... my sis is playing mahjong, i can hear her shouting from here.

i CANT concetrate!!!

maybe i'll juz go and flip the table, hopefully that'll stop her from winning the game and giving that loud truimphant shout...

FoRcEd

2006-02-11T17:17:00.000+08:00

dang... ai was draged along by my parents to my mother's friend's place...

it was a gathering of old "aunties"! Whut was ai doin there?
the onli udder kid i saw there was a wimpy sec 2 guy. i dun belong there man!

i tried to be as polite a$$ possible butt wif all the uneducated remarks and chit-chat sessions, i almost whan mad.

everybody commented about me being so tall, handsome, smart, intelligent, suave etc, u get da point.i meen like duh, its a well nown fact

but atleast i got to be a free loader, i appreaciate the chicken wings i had for lunch...

thanks aunt tesa, or therasa, or threesa[me mom's friend]....whutever

training

2006-02-10T17:01:00.000+08:00

tis was RAINING... wat a horrible dae.Coach said no tennis training but have "sumthing on, wait N see". basically the seniors called it fun and games so i was expecting a game where we pick up flowers from the school field and skip back daintly to present it to the almighty...COACH. well, nuthing like that reely...

ACTUALLY IT WAS PHYSICAL TRAINING...
we had to hop along the corridor on wun foot, changing legs ever 2 laps... then there was the duck walk and the squats and da situps and the pumpings... not that im complaining butt i feel ma petite and perfect body shouldnt be put thru so much physical strain...

gonna complain to the [~Depressed And Socially Insecure Society For Juniors~] for bodily harm done to a human body... juz wait N C

dang dem

Anger management

2006-02-09T21:13:00.000+08:00

whazzup with the senior tennis players in school? (actually they arent really senior, 1 year older onli, butt ai like being called junior)dunno y they dun want to plae wif me? must be becoz im 2 good... ore maybe its becoz of my strokes/the way i hit.SO u cant blame me from being angry...

So U Should Learn FROM the PRO
reed...
tennis tip 1: swing ur arms around and scream out to prepare urself for the impact of the tennis racquet hitting the tennis ballz or someones sum1s head.

tennis tip 2:Grunt loudly after u connect with the desired object to show than u r a MAN, not a woman wif short hair... (i found that people tend to cower in fear when i grunt, must be the fierceness and passion in ma voice... actually i think its becoz ma breadth stinks...)

tennis tip 3:when u miss a ballz, juz cuss loudly and say the wind blew ur ball of course... entirely not ur fault...

anyway, back to da irritating seniors i dunnoe y they did wat dey did, must be the pressure deyr facin... butt i juz bought a new racquet... comes wif an embedded chainsaw, so dun play around with ma racquet, harzardous to prissy seniors...(u can expect lots of [bloody] flying heads soon...)

i'll update ma number of frags sumtime...

Why m i looking like an irritated chimpanzee with a banana stuck up ma a$$

2006-02-07T22:07:00.000+08:00

Nah, actually this is whut i would look like if u happen to piss me off. n i m pissed off today...
Kinda constipated huh?

YOZ

2006-02-07T22:00:00.000+08:00

Hi, i guess. Let me introduce myself. I am a boy. Wait maybe I’m a girl, gif me a moment, i'll check... Anyway, i am a (gender-uncertain) human. So if ur like me, meaning two arms two heads (uh not the gender confused part i hope and certainly not da part wif the numerous heads) u must be human! Congrats.

Okay ive checked, i'm officially a boy, and im 13 dis year too. And this looks like the first year i'm attending sec school, sec 1 to be exact. My life is kinda of normal, dats good, i hope? (Is getting ur a$$ kicked about every day considered normal?) So I’m studying in VS. It’s a SCHOOL! Not a mental institute for socially undeveloped humans. Hopefully this information is enough, at least u don't know where i live so u can't come running over with a parang to lope orf my head. (And even if u do find out my address and come runnin over, and after u've done what u intend to do, plse wipe off the blood, try not to leave a mess e.g. blood stains, smashed cranium...)

Moral of story: Always clean up after u've done an evil act (at least make sure there is no blood left.)