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finally a post after a nongtime.... im playing dota wif wern liang... 1 v 1 baby.

apparently ye.

im startin to learn the basics of mathematics... thanks for the algebra revision given by mr kamal elektra, im somehwat startin to produce a slight hint of progress on math.
cool fella.

then theres laser war in math class as mr kamal elektra's class is oppositely facing miss tay's class room. and boyoboy.. we had fun. not childish, cos teacher laughed also.
war ended wehn miss tay's class signed a peace treaty by closing the windows and doors, creating a barrier from our super red laser cannon from passing thru.

contrary to belief, monkshillians are somewhat fashionable.
bang. there everyone looks waaay diff from what u normally expect.. felt out of fucking place. if it wouldnt for my dual growth on the parallel two axis on the top-back of my head;( damn i wish i could look like a demon.) i would have look waylot phenomenal without that hoodie to cover my visual hair defects..
cos i went to the where i belong concert..
guess what? it sucked. more of a talk than a show performance... i rather spend the ticket money on 2 hrs of dorkfest like lan gaming... or 2 double cheeseburger from macs. damn right im cheap! my fren took home both the pens meant specially for the feedback form and the promotional singapore badge
the most memorable one was the si beh ah gua malay guy doing the ballerina...
lol.

i got a bad sex life. and bad love life... hell, to make it alot simpler, i seriously havin bad life.

currently in my o level year. exams around the corner, im being progressive - to a highway to balestier hill. i dont wanna enjoy a life of repeat-hood. nooooooooooooo....

im loooking more and more disfigured.. my face is being sieged with hard blackhead and pimples as if im getting somekind of a tri-STD attack. fullblown. syphillis, AIDS, gonnorhea, all roll up to a bacterial orb and blast straight to my face *blamb.. facial! dont wanna be a chao mor peng.. noooooooo...

im getting fatter and my two lower pecs and flanks of my pectoral muscles diminishes to a slab of liquefied trans fat. with the 2 out, means 8 - 2 = 6. and thats how much i got now... sooner or later, it will all unite to one. and would look somewhat like watermelon grows in my belly. dont wanna get the mr-syed-belly-fat. noooooo,...

oh yea. my lovelife. argh. much if a problem though i had "graduated" from the sad realm of celibacy. BUT. doesnt mean i dun require good old fashioned love. fuck. im being a tard by saying all this. dowan to die before seeing my son becomes a boxing legend. nooooooo....

im getting broke as a motherfucker. i need my job back. i miss my good last month where i can buy a new watch every two weeks. but now, im only surviving on pocket money. $5 a day. WTF man?!?!! back then, i got that amount 15 times fold a week. i need my job back..... or a diff job. wish my parents get jobs like those astronomical digit salary.. too bad my dads shop profit margin is though high but still not a calibre to fully satisfy my fucking hunger to splurge. i wanna be independent. dont wanna be a blind busker. nooooooooo...


HAN JI PENG!!!!

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in the middle of the night....

i love fridays... every friday to me is like the longest day of the week.. friday almost equates two days of any other day of the week.. thats why i love friday. so right now its lazy sunday. fucken tired...

AFTERMATH OF THE 14 JULY PARTY....

contrary to believe, everyone actually had fun though alot of pls got drunk. actually almost everyone took alcohol.

so anyways it was a long friday... even after sch, went to the backstreets of the former BP petrol kiosk, which is now a fraction acres of construction yard- i did one of the things i wished never happened in my life... but anyways lol: ram vomited, not only once, but twice....

so i went to a never been before mosque... the place looks like a big castle, cos , i dun wanna go to my regular, cos i dowanna look at anyone that i knew plus, i didnt blessed myself for 2 weeks since the totally-waste-of-my-life eyebrow incident..

bless myself, went home packed my bag.. WALKED to sch for the air rifle thingy... total waste of time, then i told mrs han that im like goin for the Chalet.. yea.. its deservingly called The Chalet. she then said, "you all better behave arr....".
thanks mrs han but you told the most "RESPONSIBLE" person in the party... but anyways then took a bus and go to sheng shiong to meet them... helped them carry the umpteen bottles of drinks. and barbeque stuffus...
took a cab there. gosh, we fell asleep cos from tekka to pasir ris is like a 45mins trip. road trippin yo. and the damn uncle forgot to turn on the fare charge machine, plus he got lost track of the place, and the price is just 13 dollars.

ho hum, got a room: D-01. lol. im detailed.

got there, first thing, house warming: WAH PIANG DIAO!
BWL's chef father's spaghetti was simply internal infernal. dont touch my wifey number!
then cleaned up the place.. tried our best to give it a party look.. but in vain. see later.
went to swimming pool. relaxing aura.. nice scene summore. colourful bikini every where man. but was kicked out of the pool cos the beach pants i wore(Guess). was a little too long... anyho, the pool was boring.. nothing much else to do but look around the nice scenery.

played soccer in pasir ris beachfront.. the grass texture we played on is like the ones they used
for golf. lol. not. alot of injuries... jonathan leg got injured. and ive learnt a good lesson: NEVER CHEST A BALL. argh.. my upper pecs. man of the match: nistelrooy aka Foo Jie Sheng.

came back... and gues what? tiffanie came. and first saw her asleep on the damn bed in the fucking evening. how rude... so grabbed a cup of drinks, and wtf? out of no where, Ju-on. its her.. bla bla bal.. the party starts...
list of what we did:

BARBEQUE
bed wrestling
soccer in very enclosed space
smoke
drink
eat
watch S-League
the Bee Ting's mama drama. very "grateful".
the angel drama. -.- . drunk as a motherfucker. gtfh.
jokes
racist jokes
lame jokes
the king says (ron did a uptown girls remake. cough*gay... christopher and pk poledanced. etc.)
indian poker..(alot of ppls got drunk cos of this satanic game.)
dirtied the whole room.
etck etck etck etck...


oh yea,,. theres is one part of the night where everyon was in the room satring at an ipod connected to a loudspeaker. then the song: P I M P (un-fucking-censored.) it was mere porn
then when the naked part comes up, and the 50 cent grabbed one of the girls tits and: we all like: WOOOAAH!!!... we are so deprived. think that the only viewers were mens, amidst the noise included tiffanie and daphne screaming.. we looked behind, there they are..
just like reliveing the goal celebration on worldcup soccer matches .

bla bla ... cant sleep...
wanna see some of the many snapshots of the event: click here
videos: click here

plagiarised from above mentioned link:

heheheh! picture perfect.

pk's hands got sucked.
-a good look on the the gay guy's penis powerful magnetic force to innocent men's hand.

mid-life crisis = sad couple


damn the lazy sunday...

in the middle of the night....

im a

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swoooosh ah... finally a week without punksai'ing my good "OLD" buddy/ies.
finally a computerrr...
so many shit happened the past few days i dunno which shit should i start first.
lets start from the recent one... my toto xue ling
she got bullied in bhss...
our tradition: go bhss and find the fucker..
then settle... boy boy.. it was good
my lame guy deserves a treat..
finally letting go off something for so long in his heart...

some days back., got police cameover to spot check us...

a neighbourhood cruiser came on... two police mens approach.

I C please...

then another cruiser came along. 2 policemens came...
then one more came out..
i was like are you kiddin me?
then is like an army of swat teams from a van comes out. and helicopter hovering on top ..
which is so not true
in the end, nothing happened.
scared the shit out of me since that last time with that edmund incident which made me sit in the backseat of a police car..


then superman returns the movie. 3/5 star.
the man of metropolis stole our hearts.
-sufjans stevens
seriously a must listen song

im being a super optimist. gotta change that attitude. and need to meat and beef myself up cos heard from karamjit that i got some kindofa somatotype
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somatotype

im like mesomorphic. mesomorphic yo.

cut the bullshit, i cut paste here(courtesy of wikipedia):

The endomorphic body type is centered around the digestive system and is easily overweight. The endomorphic person also has a visceral temperament, which means that they are tolerant, love comfort and luxury, and are extroverted—in short he or she loves food and people. Stereotype: the “jolly fat person.”
In July 2006, a study contradicted this stereotype, indicating that obese individuals in the United States were more likely to have been diagnosed with depression, bipolar disorder, and panic disorder/agoraphobia .Of note, they had a 25% lower lifetime risk of substance abuse.
The mesomorphic body type is centered around muscle and the circulatory system and has well developed muscles. The mesomorphic person has a somatotonic temperament, and is courageous, energetic, active, dynamic, assertive, aggressive, competitive, and often a risk taker. Stereotype: the “jock” or “GI Joe.”
The ectomorphic body type is centered around the brain and nerves. These people are slim and possibly underweight. The ectomorphic person has a cerebrotonic temperament, and is artistic, sensitive, apprehensive and highly self-aware. Another way to put it is that he or she is introverted and socially restrained. Stereotype: “effeminate artist” or “awkward nerd.”

nah bei.... italy win world cup... cb. fluke of the quad year event. and now they are like pushing me to do something i dont want... no fucking way.. whatever yall wanna say... whether its dishonesty or wad waht i only know is that dignity is number 1 priority. my code is: death before gayness... thats like somewhat a general basic code of manlyhood. and all men should, nono, all men MUST uphold that code... cant empasize that shit no further... cos its like tha father of all code of 'men-kinds'..

damn,.. now im figureing out how to upload my dick size online...
baby carrot my ass, fat bitch.

discovered a new cool reversible word: gateman and nametag....
see they are reversible.. omg man. so cool seh.

knnccbpkmkpbnstllmhcfy

CHEEBYE!

i tell you what happened.

i drag and highlighted all the words of my WONDERFUL near-pulitzer-prize-award-winning-essay, and guess what happened?? i pressed enter... (same effect as delete)..

cb cb cb.

so im gonna summarise ALL in point form,.

• i went to yahoo and cut paste this to the search box: I shaved off part of my eyebrow by accident, but it was shaved off going in the direction of my hairs, not against them. Should I wait until they grow out, if they do, or should I use a treatment? ..... guess what??? a near perfect result: http://forums.newbody.com/TopicMessages.aspx?Forum=Hair_Restoration&Topic=37951&Page=2
• man but thats gay, im not into likin dudes no way..
• my dnt artefact may look really woody woot. look but dont touch motherfucker think twice, cos my artefact literally got a clutch with a little red light.
• need a light?
• im broke.. my only source of cash and pocket money to school is by using my savings.. this means, at this rate, i can dream of living my life by working as a BUSKER. really. the diet now im having is home cooked food, and im starting to miss my usual GCF meal from macs... muscles is starting to drain the fuck day by day.... and my friends are out somewhere in toa payoh, working out in a gym. and im here sitting down in my room like prison with to connection with outside world...
• my internet is FUCKING down. thanks to dads lappy toppy... miracles... so now im gonna blog the fuck out... moment like this... i used to wait a lifetime.. wasted a big portion jus now, but all went to waste... damnit.
• ron joshua low kwang chi misses me. he loves barney. (groove coverage)*cough* ron is gay*cough* tuut tut toot toot tut tut tut...
• i wan the angels and airwaves album... bummer, i cant get any source of cash.. if i didnt do THAT shit, prolly, ill be getting that album or get a spanking new ass watch. i wasted a portion of my life...
• and that new teacher, mr kamal, is the most kiam-pah-looking but gentle teacher... reminds me of the m-kay teacher from South Park.. made me understand indices.(finally.lol)
• lindsay lohan's Rumors is stuck in my damn head..
• i need to listen to stevie nicks to wash that shit off.. why ! why! im sick of rumors started.. im sick of being followed, im tired of peoples liein sayin wat they want abt me.. why cant they back off from me, why cant they just let me live, i just wanna do it my way,... da da da da da.... man eater,,.......
• thursday my malay oral... O levels summore.. that shit is situated in first toa payoh... so im finding a way to understand how to read the passage.. what more doing the conversation... but first the passage... haizz... its just like reading a japanese newspaper.. i can never get it.
• germany will win. cos german cars are better than italian.
• spain suck, and they still are... so as brazil and england. kwang kwang kwang.
• germany will win
• germany will win
• germany will win
• ron is gay
• germany will win
• france can win. but portugal can suck hairy monster's ballsweat.
• germany will win

portugese egg fart

Saxxonpike!!!

anyways.. miracles! i can use comp that viable to the net! and blog... and likee.. omg. that shit needs to GROW... like grow!!


cheebye.

loook but dont touch motherfucker think twice..

too worried and self-concious to blog something..
this past days was hell for me.. consecutive worst days of my life linked together to a chain of unfortunate fuck.... shit happens. contemplating of suicide...

anyways... ive been pissed and was bored.. and about time where i been to friendster.. i have an account there an i dunno why.
fuck.
so i seen so many testimonials and messages... like this one was creme-de-la-creme of absolute dumbass-ness(click to enlarge).. look at when this was sent... im like wtf?? how old is that shit? dubious unawareness.. annoying msges..

also, rons an idiot:

(click to enlarge)

sure queer.
whatever...

england and brazil out of worldcup kwang kwang kwang....
germany or france baby!
portugal is fucking dumb., i hate that Maniche... cos of tat george of the jungle lookalike, deutcheland got eliminated. and that guy pisses me off... tell you, if i were in Stuttgart, Garmany now, i wouldnt hesitate to hire a hitman to snipe that fucker down.pss... i need the hitman to get another target.
and recently, that another fellow portugese fucker, Cristiano Ronaldo.. he and his threaded eyebrows.... that made rooney sent off with a red card, thus making england out of the fucking league with only 10 english players on the pitch... rooney should have beat the shit out of him..
oh, that brazil loss, woohooo! france kicks ass!

argh// played dota recently.. gotta tell ya, im kinda getting the hang of it.
i dun know how to express my tiredness...
so im like gonna cut out a bulletin quiz and drop it here.... cos currently i go nothing much to say...