dood dood dood

i can simply killa' the whole day in my blog.

Pac-Man, bitches!

Use arrow keys to move the Pac man around....
it works. frickin' awesome.
Awesome doode. My sister's lappy is repaired, about time i use it again. and eventually get it repaired again. AWESOME.

this is simply satanicly rad.behold, the ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBVmfIUR1DA ) ANGRY GERMAN GAMER... hes my new hero

MY now-not-so MISERABLE BLOG POST STARTS HERE:

blah.. nothing to start out wif.. but gosh that (not kick-ass but) lick-ass Kaka joke. still gives me that fat chuckle.

copied from my psychiatrist. anyways im trying my best to express the answers with language in certain calibre as-Nicki-as possible. damn her mastery in englishh..

-( click on the IQ on my blog links on the left, or URL: http://her-asylum.blogspot.com

if u wan to check out the displayed skills of "mediocre" level english at only sec 2 . face it loser, ur english is no better than hers, what more mine, :p )-

Here we go:

1. Do you know anyone's friendster password? -

- No, i dont know and dont want to know of anyones friendsters password even mine., but speaking of Friendster,.. what fascinates me where peoples choose to represent themselves to the world. when it comes to decorating their little plot of narcissistic digital real estate, foremost that comes to my mind is among many sources of my frenster/myspace disgust is the ever-growing number of people who display a monumental lack of taste by picking a convulted custom layout from one of those third party " Pimp My Myspace" websites, and turn their profile into an illegible mess of tiled backgrounds, glowing neon font colors, transparencies, animated GIF's, embedded audio/video shits like Youtube,(all of them playing at the same time of course), javascript slideshows, and a strange obsession with having the largest possible number of completely strangers in their friends list and useless/low-grade cheena language laden testimonials. o. i envy u not, i got an account in frenster and have a miserably large amount of "QUALITY" testimonials. i dun give a shit about my frenster account, and so should you, my fren. awh, frenster.it vexes me.

feeling abit nicki-er now

2. Do you think your love life right now will last-long?

- omg, do i even have one?.

3. Are you an emotional person?

- everyone is.. so shut up.

4. State every person you were with today:

- eh, alot of ppls? seriously, cant state them all here... i was prolly with one-sixteenth(or lesser) of singapore's population?

5. TV show you miss watching?

- last season of The Contender. jab, jab, throw punch

6. Borrowed stuff from your friends you still have with you?

- err, billabong belt. but is the National Library considered as a friend? cos i borrowed. some(inverted commars)

7. What was the last thing you did just now?

- buy LR43 batteries , ate a herbal egg, which tasted like fugly

8. Who is right next to you?

-monkey plushie holding a book frm Frommer's called Irreverent Guide to Los Angeles.

9. Who was the last person you ate with, what and where?

- Neighbour, durian at my house outside

10. How many times was your page been viewed?

- dunno. probably 400,000?.

11.How's the weather right now?

- nothing, but cold. though my room AC is off.

12.Last person you called today?

- Lady Christy Lee Yu-lin

13. Last person who called you?

- Assile. (spell backwards)

14. Last song you sang?

- Lynard Skynard - Sweet Home Alabama

15. Last time you danced?

- this morning. Aces Day workout is like Zouk, minus the peoples, the club, everything cool -- plus ur class mates, hairy monster and lame ass techno music that goes on like: "ITS A BEAUTIFUL LIFE ooOHOoHoOHooOh (x 34543610 times)".

16. Last brand of car you rode in?

- Skoda..

17. Smoked?

-Loopid question (loser+ stupid= go figure)

18. Dumped someone before?

- Oh my.

19. Been really depressed before?

- Always. well prolly reasons my miserable state nowadays

20. Faked being sick to miss school?

- never, but i love this jingle from somewhere: ur just a fake kid/if u got a title then ill take it.

21. What time did you wake up today?

- 7.10am. as usual

22. Current time?

- 2.41am.

23. Are you like missing somebody now?

-hmm..

25. Are you too shy to ask anyone out?

- shut up..

26. where will u be tommorow morning?

- school?!.

27. Where are u now?

-My Office! muahahaha

28. What date is it?

- 29o8o6.

30. Did u go sumwhere yesterday? where?

- Uncle birthday party. miserable

31. how old are u?

- super sweet sixteen.

33. Are u in love right now?

- NO!

34. Why or why not?

- because apparently someone says that im "NOT SERIOUS" about it. which is like so not. man.

35. Name the person u currently like.

-`scoff~.

36. Last person who sent you a msg on friendster?

- a Spam.

37. Do u like ur school?

- Love it. everything. including the very "high class" canteen food, lower sec's leftover.

2bucks for a few grams of rice. 50cents for a piece of nugget. a steal. a bargain.

38. Do u like books?

- sadly yes.

39. Do u want to get married?

- everone does. yeah sure, but i hate kids.

40. With whom?

- a female of course.

Good God, its 3am. sleeptime!

reception

louya. im at han ji peng's fat cousin house blogging. Again.
sad, i think im getting back on my financial track. but my face is somewhat worstening
dun give a shit.

Im banking on Jasmine Tye to win the SG idol.
paul dickhill and joadick gomez can try busking in ang mo kio

my heart still havent flown away..

so i went to tanglin mall and theres this wigger(hes white, so go figure) with a bandage covering his broken nose.
he looks like a dick and was using his stupid 02 XdaII and over heard him saying this:

"dude, the reception here is pretty shitty."

then, he goes like yelling back:

"I SAID, THE RECEPTION HERE IS PRETTY SHITTY DUDE!!"

lol.


thinko made me think. wow. and

candy empire in marina square is the new black.



thanks to han ji peng's fat cousin for this so-noy-so-random post

specific

i have never done anything for anybody who couldn't do something for me. i string along my frens with promises. i will treat them with money and i only keep them around because i wan them to look up to me. i lie in person and on the phone.
i lie to my friends. i lie to people, who sell my lies to more and more people. i am just a part of a big cycle of lies, i tink i should be fuckin president.
i think i need my clothes and my watch. my 500 dollar watch is a fake and so am i. ive neglected things i should haf valued most. i valued this shit.
i take off my egg to call her. don't blame her. i never told her i liked someone still. and if i did she would have told me to go back.
Purpeen, talking to you in msn at you now, im ashamed of myself. alright? i mean, work so hard on this image, on Salihin Jaafar, the asshole who refers to himself in the "sexy-fucking-dragon" that i only proved i should be alone.
i have just been dressing up as something im not for so long, im so afraid no one will like whats really underneath. but here i am, just flesh and blood and weakness, and uh and I love you so fucking much. and, um, i take off the egg because it only reminds me of how ive failed you, and i don't. don't want to give you up. i want to make things better, but it may not be my choice anymore.

ooh ahhh ooh aah

new goal in life: reduce the "fuck"s when talking to frens
my life is like oo00oh then aaaaaah...

shitness. i didnt blog for quite a big while.

i dunno what to say... seriously. i wan kill myself.....
recently got my job back... and i worked, without pay... couldnt give a shit coming back to work... anyways the past few days are like mere analwiping...

my new curfew: 12am. wtf. normally its 3 or 4. guess no more MoS or Zouk.

the si bei lame jun xian birthdays yesterday....
having a heart, i bought him a bday gift. a man NEVER buys another a birthday gift okays?.
got him an underwear.. expensive one. its called SKINXWEAR ballcup g-string.
can you believe taht?

sick of having frequent trips eating lala and drinking rochor beancurd.... and omg. the han ji peng. lol.. it was unbelievably not nice.

i hate to change from who i am... but i must. my frens told me so, cos its an easier way out. so that reasons the non-funess of me.

im using edmund koh's crappy comp and im gonna show u his pics in his folder.. fucking hilarious.
from my pictures:

































































jolin after jolin.... lol... shitloads of this in his folder...
lol. do he wack off to these?

i love .......

arghhh

ndp... i hated it...
today.. i loved it....
arghh

sat

saturday.. saturday..
mum woke my ass up from bed and she was like: okay, heres ten bucks.. go survive outside cos im not cooking today.. im goin out.
hows that for a wake up call. everyday it seems i got myself getting up on wrong side of the bed. not surprising that my right side of my bed is placed on the bedroom's wall... but thats not the point. im get easily pissed every morning.its like i wanna scream for God, but apparently, he cant hear me. i wonder. unlucky at most times.

but i really dont know if im lucky or what just now. cant really explain whats the possiblity of that.

i went to STAMFORD PRIMARY SCHOOL.
my former primary school. hosted a Fun Fair. Wow.
and guess what?


I GOT A STORY FOR YALL...

its once a school where:
* i was sent to EM2, did my PSLE

* i got caned by Mr. Lim (balding discipline master, first fella in Singapore to win the -not 4D- but 8D. can you like ever think of a combination of 8 numbers, and win?) almost everyday

* i was SERIOUSLY fat

* i failed badly on every subject except math, dunno what happened now..

* i was beaten up by BULLIES. the lame guy was part of it.. but dunno how nowadays i manage to manhandle him at time of the day

* i was sent home by a school bus everyday

* my dad comes to school and slap my cute chubby fat face.... publicly. ouch.

all this bullshit and more to be spewed if i got the time to tell.. whatever.so i was like went there with cheap guy, and inuyaya.

crampin ma style.

went there and like slowly meeting familiars. creepy cos first two monkshillian i saw there was ramjudeen and jega. wierd.eventually, many many other starts poppin up later...
moment i step in, im like stop looking at me already! that fat dude there is more attractive.!

i saw Faizal Salleh. basketcase. cant believe that fatty's the event planner for the fun fair... well hes maintaining a toss-a-paintball stall.
and we did threw it to him though. 6 times.that fat dude dodged the paintball professionally. he should be in Matrix or something. 2/6 shots successful.+

my dreaded mr lim. that dude. still balding. would be retiring next year. i wanna break his balls before he retires.. cos i wanna shatter his soon-to-come geylang china gal dreams and fantasy..
Lame Guy is smart. He bought drinks for my fellow non-ex-Stamfordian friends... and disappeared to linger with his former gang.
surprisingly not, later, i saw a landmark, Lame Guy spearheading amongst the puny gnomes and dwarfs. Gang reunited. Suck it.and saw the bullies...they look mere midget now.

whats said in my head has a whole lot different perspective compared to last time. back back then, what goes on my head is completely nothing cos i would be shivering like a total wimp. but just now when i met them, my mind was like: oh hey, big guy, nice to see you. again. oh yea, why dont you gimme the normal smack in the head? oh no, you dont wanna? oh. whats this? a handshake? why the fuck are you saying hi to me, huh? motherfucker, c'mon step up. i kill you punk!!lol.

i dont feel like fighting just now. tryin to look all fresh and cool noewat'im sayin?
the canteen:50-cents for a plate of nasi lemak. scoff. nothing compared to monks hill's.

was getting all bored.. kevin and shin shin is enjoying themselves looking at the Crescent Girls gal playing basketball with her skirtand all other monkshillian-stamfordian friends i tried calling , all are like busy, and somehow, i dont know if im lucky or what, but i remembered a hp number.
not sure of calling her, cos i hardly talked to her for quite a long whole.. so i took a stone toss luck throw, called her,. Mother of all miracles, she answered and agreed coming..

she came!! woo. and she was like looking B-E-A-utiful. we went on a tour. it suck to say this, but i love it.anyways she some kinda like a celebrity. all teachers know her. famous and infamous walking. -.-theres one part where a teacher insist me on buying a pink piggy for her. im like: ???
sadly had to leave her later as i need to follow VANESSA buy her stuffus. ey noh i say nah.Foreally, we walk from the school to bras basah popular. and after buying her shit, we went to look for Xue Ling.

unthinkable. simply unthinkable. when kevin is taking the escalator down, his Ripcurl flip-flops got suck in by the mechanisms.. scene was in the middle of a packed and crowded place.he then yanked the whole slippers up and a big piece was chewed away by the escalator. LOL>
went sunshine plazamet Xue Ling,and then Fat Boy, Matthew.and guess what?> they got back from their St Micheals Primary School Fun Fair.
so they ate their crappy Zhe zha or whatever the meal is called. i hate the smell. no one should eat it. stupid mediacorp stars..
then walked to Beancurd City to grab a drink and went to play pool at Parklane... more like Fucklanecheebyeingly boring.saw the Matman, Faiz and Jeremy. after that, Lame Guy pisses me off. he goes home with Vanessa and Matthew. we stayed and played Lan. enfo. sad xueling cannot play her O2 jam.

met up with christy,planned to go watch the fireworks. and then WALKED our asses to city hall, so many peoples. then go to Esplanade, what the fuck.

a sea of singaporeans jammed up at the beachfront..ate the Ah Pek Ice Cream... waht a line. wondering how does the Atap Chee Ice Cream taste like. after that, we bashed through barricades and crowded Singaporean citizens. the density of humans per square metre is like five. anyho, we made it through the thick dark masses..got to say its worth it. the fireworks is simply brilliant. awesome.

titilatting. cant find a suitable vocab to match the experience. you wouldnt want to be anywhere else in the world right now.
i sparked a dream of having sex in one of the nearby hotels and beside the bed, opened the curtains of the windows and the fireworks going on after the progress of doing it. that would be sweet!!!
on the way to meet Sam Chua at Carls Jr., i saw Wiki!

wikiwikiwikiafter that, we sat on a patch of grass waiting to meet Jannah and Wani...after they came. a found out a new form of flavour cigarettes. SKL. Strawberry.my POV: all cigarettes taste, smell, feel like shit, regardless of any flavour.
after that, went to Carl's Jr. met up with Samantha Chua, Sylvia and Angie (she drives a Suzuki. damn.) sat and talked, after that.
WE WALKED!! again... to rochor beancurd. again!sat and eat tau huay.inuyaya father drove us home after that.
class skit discussion tml.

all i got is a pair of ice cream

everyone i know, just lettit show.

let tit... tit.
i need a profound knowledge on reading ALOUD.. cb. how the fuck am i just not good enuf...
conversationwise, im good. exceptionally. i guess... picture description, well, suck it.

i've changed... thanks to my habitual study regime. and like i needa be head of my time... my dnt is like "finned".. and now's the dnt///suck it.
why doncha do sumthin... thats always in my head when im doing something....
simple and boring days passed without any form of online interaction.. damn broadband lagshit....
i love everyone in school now.. till to a point that i wanna break your face... im delusional and my mind is a total mess to a point of mental-cum-physical-cum-sexual-cum-emotional-cum-distortion which explains the recent start of the facial mor-pengage evolved in my face.... i

oh yea... recently i seen fake-me's in my TAGBOARD... use my nick summore... ANYONE FAKERS OUT THERE WHO USES MY NAME IN THE TAGBOARD CAN SIMPLY *SUCK IT*... I KILL YOU AR.... YOUR WHOLE FAMILY ALL DIE..
think my class love the anti-drug scheme.....
HUUUUURHHHHH.... (folds the sleeves. )*snort a line of cocaine.....
can i ride a tecksi?