and thats like a mother of a word. mother of a word. word to your motherrr....
because, you remember things best when its at its most recent.
so that also explains why i studied (hard) one week before exams starts.
and that method only works for me, you or your other stupid friends should recreate or re-enact the sentence you read before this one..
well, the another logical one is tat its much more easier for me to post pic this way and yeah, another reason also make you peeps anticipate by reading what i did previously before the most recent..
darn, what did i just say? oh, wait, dont get it? well suck it.
oh, abt my computer.. my ratty computer is stilly crappy as fuck. internet connection still fucked too. we internet users in singapore owes a big "thank you" to all you tectonic plates in the taiwanese region. it takes me a nuts-bearding 1 minute to load my homepage, yahoo.com.
i think comparing the internet speeds of now to the comp i was using back then with dial-up connections, this is like terry fox to christopher reeves.
so back to my comp, i was wrestling to plug in the USB cable for the camera just now. such ordeal normally takes like about 3 full minutes of shoving that thing into that rectangular slot, sometimes i gave up entirely. kinda like need some kinda superhuman fingers to jam the plug into the small ass plug. i imagined the black Sony use wire was a big ripped black man's fat schlong and the crappy computer of mine is a 43 year old virgin midget and its USB port is a small rat-trap tight vagina. until a gliding insertion motion kicks, and rewarding *teng-noong!* (which indicates detection)..well, kinda seem logical if i could just leave the USB port connected to the cable all the way, but with other cables such as mp3s, webcam and skype phone, my comp never had enough ports (only 2). my comp have not enough holes to plug in the schlongs.
so it was faggy for the past few days, its so productive, i dun know where i should start..oh went to the christophers', hes my big kingpin mafia friend.. hes like DEFINATELY SOMEONE YOU WOULDN'T WANNA FUCK WITH.. hes' a man who owns alot of powerful friends and connections that can fuck you.. literally. he was holding a christmas party, and it started at like about 1pm. i came at like 9pm. hahhaha. well, i got a job.. sorry.
lift. l to r: daphne, xue pig, lan jiao bin and chin to the wee they went home when i came, i told you.. i got a problem with punctuality.so i went in the big house of the big man. i was escorted to a room which was used to be a STUDY ROOM...
complete with study equipments and accessories such as a fast ass computer with complete internet broadband to battlenet, a big ass tv, xbox with controllers, roughly 5 plush/comfortable swivel seats and DVD albums/stacks of games from CD-rom, sega, playstation, xbox and movies.
kenny
watching something that involves balls.. and speaking of balls, look at jun xian's head. hahaha nice shave. oh, they were playing FIFA 07
i hate painted nails. especially when they're grabbing anything electronic.. dear Apple. take care..
and this gesture too.
ron massaging himself. uurrrhhh..
trying to make facial similarity of a meat or vagina.
eh, wah lan neh.
the fallen ones. the defeated. the thrashed-by-salihin ones.. possibly practising to try their luck later, only to get owned by me again.
def jam, fight for new york.. i had to fight with 3 twatmens gangbanging me.then walk home taking a long ass trek down cavenagh hills behind istana, all the way back home and went samantha-ing.
oh, today, i woke up, usual nutritious tauhuay full and complete breakfast, blessed myself, starwars-ing with newly acquired xbox game.
so i met those ice skaters, fasshole, i hate waiting. and we went straight to cathay.. and i treat everyone to cotton candies..
yay..
once upon a time, there lives a man and wife
wife: eh look, something pink... it looks like my..
chaocheebye! lips! its fuckin stuck at the two sides of my lips.then we were playing cotton candy facial hair..
hahahah. eh look, i hitler great-great grandson! my father allow me to dye it pink..
hukhukhuk.. eh look, i confucius great(x 69) grandson!.. my father dye it pink, using chinese ink.
hihihihihi... eh look, i some apu-neneh grandson!.i drink too much bandong from the shop besides my father's roti prata stall.. no need dye.then disaster,
okay, shit. not funny, the thing cannot come out.
ron still cant take it out.. look at the lips, its like really stuck.
ghost, siao zha bo, ghosteveryone then went to farklane peace centre to play pool.
professional.we only played pool for like 1 hour. it passed so fast. while they we were playing, i picked up 2 low-pay-high-labour construction workers to join us, one straight from china another a bangladeshi. just happened to know shortly after meetin them that their names were han and nesaar respectively.
han, mo-ron, sau-something, syazni if im not wrong. my cheebye peoples. lol. ordered them to stand in one row. damn peeps. wheres the YMCA?!
ron as always. picture tells a thousand words.
lol. omg. COMBO!! the strong gay aura around him.. so powerful..
MARIAM!! look at this, we are choking the F outta kevin using the glass door.. see all the blood going to the face??dun worry he died.
lol.
the peeps on the pic above went home, excluding ron. kinda sad, as after that, we played lan. dota was disappointing, that malay guy with a hot sister, sauo-something.. yar.. that guy killed me. and we played CS after that. i kill him alot of time. everyone was suddenly so good in that game.. shoud haf played tat game instead of dota...
and:
to that person who stole pei yi's bag, i hope u get a daugher soon, and u can go lick her cheebye, until it looks like an old wizard's sleeve.
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