Currently listening to:
Usura and Datura - Infinity(Mathematical Mix)
Seal - Kiss From A Rose
doing something always ended up getting myself preoccupied with shit. as in 'progressively' preoccupied. im in a state of 'being productive'. im almost never free, i need some time off.
its simply unbelievable that im actually blogging now. its mere miraculous. if only theres a reset button for life. i want a retry. life havent even started
i just realised the value of time in life. its significance is so large, i just found out that ive wasted aeons of the time of my life doing nothing essential.
damn that adam khoo fella was right.
so,when im waiting for something like the bus or something, ill be listening to podcast. educational podcast. and i find listening to them is better than anything else in my playlist now. as in those its like when u start having a habit drinking coffee without sugar, after quite some time later, u'll find out why the hell you need the addition of sugar at all. plus, its so vital and important as fuck. if i could make my very own podcast, that'll be so awesome. lol. yea, but only if you could understand whatever i say. because i have the muffled accent. and like many people, i prefer using my fingers for expression. thats because you can pick words carefully and be more assertive. blogging still kicks ass.
well, if i were to have my musical fix, nightlife would always remind me the latest tunes.
(btw, yall should go try thumper at goodwood hotel its so frickin awesome and cool, compared to MOS, which i think is gradually gonna fuck up soon and become like tis next door neighbour, Crazy Horse)
the trend/craze/hype/shit now in the club scene is STILL smack that feat. eminem by akon and unbelievable liar by booty heaven: shakira and beyonce. stupid peoples. and when they play slow stuffs like one of those faggy timbaland/timberlake songs or I wanna Fuck you, for some reason, everyone would go nuts, and go grinding with an opposite sex partner (sometimes i encountered a men-to-men grinding. nauseating).hands up and lighters in the air, ignited. ugh.. scene is so damn different from last time.
note that why clubs would play familiar stuff in their playlist, and they do that for a reason, so that everyone could get up, sing along to it, dance and have fun, hence, the purpose of a club.
oh, and yay, im seeing more lesbians nowadays, which i think is a good thing. if theres more gays, then theres gonna a problem. theres this kid, most prolly adopted, had parents which are lesbians. its so cool to have two mothers as parents, and have a macho mum to teach you manly stuffs like dads usually do.
oh and my dad owned me in brain age. i owned my pri 6 little cousin. woohoo.
we calculate age by minus 80. because for the game, the highest you can get is the brain age of 20, so he got 42 which means, he got brains of age: 80-62 = 38 years old and i got 45 which also means my brain is 35 years old. i almost got him. and he said this: the another word for almost winning is called losing. aper sehh!!
sedition
anyways, marcheline blunjarred me 3 roti pratas, 2 mushroom cheese prata, a prata bomb and a BIG ass milo dinosaur. thank you very big. lol.
i invented the ideal diet for all mens. its a simple, nutritious and nice. ill post the schedule soon,
the daily mens meal:
white meat (chicken or fish),
beef(the rarer the better),
egg,
bread, lots of them,
dairy products(yoghurt and stuff),
yakult,
soya beans,
potato,
mayo,
durian,
almond,
it made mebigger than a nigga
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
shooting blanks
busy busy, so a fast post. i drafted a long one, so heres something short and temporary/
i got a something queasy to tell, and i cant decide who should i go tell first, but i gotta tell it to my bestest buddy first, and her name is, Blog. well, it happened today and its really
a possible story of the year:
damn tarded, the school's insufficient amount of toilet, landed me into stupid situation. nature's call, so i went for a frantic search for a toilet. so there is this toilet adjacent to where im standing, it, was glimmering with a gleam of light from up above. the door and the wall panels are orange in color. immediately i went to take a crap. and i heard feminine chatter outside the cubicle im in. so, logic came to my head easy as i just realised the gender for the toilet im in at that moment... stupid enough, i 'kinda' found out that i got in the girls toilet. and took a crap there. or something, maybe its some dudes bringing in their girlfriends in to, you know, like always. but anyways, whats more stupider was that, i went out to check it out.as i saw a group of 'elite' graduate-variant group of girls staring at me. dumbfounded and shocked. so i asap-edly
said something to break that up.
me: 'shit, is this the girls toilet?'
their reply: HAHAHAAHHAHAHA(hiccup hiccup*)hahahhahaha
one of them is a hot chic. dammit. so yeah. the whole experience suck as hell. then as i was leaving the Female toilet, theres this girl couple entering, holding hands. one of them is a butch and she eeeeeeyer....-ed me. ugh! what the hell man.
i hope you grow an extra dick.
speaking of extra, samantha called me just now and i was fascinated when we mentioned something about a 'women with 3 breast'. lol.
good morning, foggy thompson road.
the bullshit candy which doesnt taste like shit
it works. ish.
breast cancer dancers. i find them interesting
the erasure of this incomplete artwork on my new-ass desk cost alot of water, soap, wiping fabric and bloods from the hands of many in class duty roster literally.
starting to hate. dont.
i got a something queasy to tell, and i cant decide who should i go tell first, but i gotta tell it to my bestest buddy first, and her name is, Blog. well, it happened today and its really
a possible story of the year:
damn tarded, the school's insufficient amount of toilet, landed me into stupid situation. nature's call, so i went for a frantic search for a toilet. so there is this toilet adjacent to where im standing, it, was glimmering with a gleam of light from up above. the door and the wall panels are orange in color. immediately i went to take a crap. and i heard feminine chatter outside the cubicle im in. so, logic came to my head easy as i just realised the gender for the toilet im in at that moment... stupid enough, i 'kinda' found out that i got in the girls toilet. and took a crap there. or something, maybe its some dudes bringing in their girlfriends in to, you know, like always. but anyways, whats more stupider was that, i went out to check it out.as i saw a group of 'elite' graduate-variant group of girls staring at me. dumbfounded and shocked. so i asap-edly
said something to break that up.
me: 'shit, is this the girls toilet?'
their reply: HAHAHAAHHAHAHA(hiccup hiccup*)hahahhahaha
one of them is a hot chic. dammit. so yeah. the whole experience suck as hell. then as i was leaving the Female toilet, theres this girl couple entering, holding hands. one of them is a butch and she eeeeeeyer....-ed me. ugh! what the hell man.
i hope you grow an extra dick.
speaking of extra, samantha called me just now and i was fascinated when we mentioned something about a 'women with 3 breast'. lol.
good morning, foggy thompson road.
the bullshit candy which doesnt taste like shit
it works. ish.
breast cancer dancers. i find them interesting
the erasure of this incomplete artwork on my new-ass desk cost alot of water, soap, wiping fabric and bloods from the hands of many in class duty roster literally. wo men xi guai yi. something something
the school's song is so -.-starting to hate. dont.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
here, there, everywhere
Currently listening to:
Mariah Carey - Hero
(corny)
i've been busy lately, and the ol' blog hasnt been getting much love. it keeps asking me "Baby, you could um.. write me in tonight?" and ill say, "Not tonight honey, im sleepy. It was a long day at work and school. Maybe tomorrow"
Yes, i speak directly to my blog and i call it honey.
Anyways, im still busy. it was 630am to 945pm for the past three days, and i have tousually sleep late in the wee hours, and slept for 3 hours daily. so safe to say, it results to gradual sanity adversion and i've been having my 'bad face day' quite frequently. sometimes i get bad hair days. bad face days are when your face gets tired and also numerous amount of zits on the face are like minefields more extensive and volatile than Vietnam.
so i had this Adam Khoo thingy, its kind of like a motivational course or camp or smething liddat. i remembered last time that Nicki told me that it kicks major ass because she took the Superkids course which kinda like boost her brains a hell lot,
but comes with a miserably fat price tag of $700 per dickhead. that was due to the fact that her parents registered her into it and she got all the holidays in December to burn it all on complete essential education. raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, i was thinking of investing shit-ly big 5-digit amount saved up later for my kids, and they would be learning like nuts but at the same time, be cool and edgy just like his dad. gets every kind of frills or satisfaction they require without any kind of disciplinary actions and gets their own 'O' levels cert by the age of 14. and 'A' levels by 16. but theres an inimical effect for a person living a lifestyle like that. this kinda
she said that its beyond the worth of every single cents paid.
she was right. that Khoo-khoo bird course was rad. really awesome. but there was one part. the climax of the whole camp which is on the second day, everyone in the 'auditorium' literally cried. i was facing down and there was dripping saline all over the floor. even Ben Tan or the manliest of mens cried. hard. and suay enough, i didnt. i was one of the two peoples out of the 100 students that didnt.
other person was a girl. :s
but it was a rousing and a real motivator. other than that, it was kinda bit sucky, cos i've already acquired skills like photographic memory, speed reading and mindmapping for studying waaay back in the PSLE days. i was falling asleep while the others were eager as hell paying attention to that segment. but it was all not that bad. you'll get more wisdom nuggets in a span of 3 days than you could be reading Readers' Digest for the whole year. roughly, i think. also, life stories and experiences thats credible enough which i think is rather moving. and nothing feels better than knowing more about yourself.
i just realised that the english class is slowly crippling my english literary. and malay class makes it far worst. but its a good thing because i've learn quite a number of malay words and better grammar proficiency. last year, i only know measly amount of malay words like, "Aper sehh!" and "Eh, Sia lar!". and i just found out that 'aper seh' wasnt even a malay word. its singlish malay. and its spelt 'apa'. whatever lar. eh! you take combined sains right?.
sia lar!
cant rectify such mishap but resorting back practicing to the eloquent art of blogging. it requires a marginal amount of vocabulary knowledge and you have to be politically correct to whatevers' being typed. but with that, you'll gain alot of grammatical knowledge and one of the many skills that you could utilise from blogging. like say, you could assure that the 'bombastic' word you've just knew could be stored in the blog, and if later, if you forgot what it meant, you can refer back to the blog, instead of just filling them in to the expanse space of your memory banks. theres many many more. but yea yea. bla bla bla boring. if only english exams were done by typing instead of writing. because, advantage: no more worries about bad handwriting. disadvantage: none. i think its efficient in more ways.
ugh.. i gotta go back to my studies. they say blogging is sometimes a fallacy for students of today. is that a fact? well, one way to settle this: debate. lol. i guess the Raffles boys was majorly owned by the chics from UWC.
Mariah Carey - Hero
(corny)
i've been busy lately, and the ol' blog hasnt been getting much love. it keeps asking me "Baby, you could um.. write me in tonight?" and ill say, "Not tonight honey, im sleepy. It was a long day at work and school. Maybe tomorrow"
Yes, i speak directly to my blog and i call it honey.
Anyways, im still busy. it was 630am to 945pm for the past three days, and i have to
so i had this Adam Khoo thingy, its kind of like a motivational course or camp or smething liddat. i remembered last time that Nicki told me that it kicks major ass because she took the Superkids course which kinda like boost her brains a hell lot,
but comes with a miserably fat price tag of $700 per dickhead. that was due to the fact that her parents registered her into it and she got all the holidays in December to burn it all on complete essential education. raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, i was thinking of investing shit-ly big 5-digit amount saved up later for my kids, and they would be learning like nuts but at the same time, be cool and edgy just like his dad. gets every kind of frills or satisfaction they require without any kind of disciplinary actions and gets their own 'O' levels cert by the age of 14. and 'A' levels by 16. but theres an inimical effect for a person living a lifestyle like that. this kinda
she said that its beyond the worth of every single cents paid.
she was right. that Khoo-khoo bird course was rad. really awesome. but there was one part. the climax of the whole camp which is on the second day, everyone in the 'auditorium' literally cried. i was facing down and there was dripping saline all over the floor. even Ben Tan or the manliest of mens cried. hard. and suay enough, i didnt. i was one of the two peoples out of the 100 students that didnt.
other person was a girl. :s
but it was a rousing and a real motivator. other than that, it was kinda bit sucky, cos i've already acquired skills like photographic memory, speed reading and mindmapping for studying waaay back in the PSLE days. i was falling asleep while the others were eager as hell paying attention to that segment. but it was all not that bad. you'll get more wisdom nuggets in a span of 3 days than you could be reading Readers' Digest for the whole year. roughly, i think. also, life stories and experiences thats credible enough which i think is rather moving. and nothing feels better than knowing more about yourself.
i just realised that the english class is slowly crippling my english literary. and malay class makes it far worst. but its a good thing because i've learn quite a number of malay words and better grammar proficiency. last year, i only know measly amount of malay words like, "Aper sehh!" and "Eh, Sia lar!". and i just found out that 'aper seh' wasnt even a malay word. its singlish malay. and its spelt 'apa'. whatever lar. eh! you take combined sains right?.
sia lar!
cant rectify such mishap but resorting back practicing to the eloquent art of blogging. it requires a marginal amount of vocabulary knowledge and you have to be politically correct to whatevers' being typed. but with that, you'll gain alot of grammatical knowledge and one of the many skills that you could utilise from blogging. like say, you could assure that the 'bombastic' word you've just knew could be stored in the blog, and if later, if you forgot what it meant, you can refer back to the blog, instead of just filling them in to the expanse space of your memory banks. theres many many more. but yea yea. bla bla bla boring. if only english exams were done by typing instead of writing. because, advantage: no more worries about bad handwriting. disadvantage: none. i think its efficient in more ways.
ugh.. i gotta go back to my studies. they say blogging is sometimes a fallacy for students of today. is that a fact? well, one way to settle this: debate. lol. i guess the Raffles boys was majorly owned by the chics from UWC.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
pause, donald trump. resume game.
a chop chop post
was in the midst of harvesting my hair out of my scalp and being busy with my project, which unfortunately, i gotta hand them in tomorrow, and i was freaking out. then julynn came out of effin nowhere, and asked me to try out:
www.drawahouse.com
so i guess it was a great timeout though, its not an excuse. and i did it, drawing, and completing the real estate test and i gotta say, its so frickin amazing. a smile blossomed from my face just by looking at my house.
if you cant find it, go search for it under the listings. its called the Dickhouse.
i suggest all of you to do so. cos its kinda fun. trust me, its really rewarding if you really put your mind to it.
huhuh. credits to julynn. for her house, look up for search and its called Tattinger Mansion.
was in the midst of harvesting my hair out of my scalp and being busy with my project, which unfortunately, i gotta hand them in tomorrow, and i was freaking out. then julynn came out of effin nowhere, and asked me to try out:
www.drawahouse.com
so i guess it was a great timeout though, its not an excuse. and i did it, drawing, and completing the real estate test and i gotta say, its so frickin amazing. a smile blossomed from my face just by looking at my house.
if you cant find it, go search for it under the listings. its called the Dickhouse.
i suggest all of you to do so. cos its kinda fun. trust me, its really rewarding if you really put your mind to it.
huhuh. credits to julynn. for her house, look up for search and its called Tattinger Mansion.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
neon green and flash pink
Currently listening to:
Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend (Japanese Version)
this song gives me the cringes. like real hardcore de-erection cringe ya'know. like really hard shudders.
ugh! its just plain sissy with a zing of jap kawaii cuteness which results making to song extra gay. but i think this song is nice. sadly i think, this is one of the nicer songs they have in mtv now. mtv had better days. cos its just plain boring now. chances of getting yourself watching quality music videos are slim. its either ur gonna be watching something remixed with Timbaland or Justin Timberlake or Nelly Furtado, or maybe some associated with Bad Boy Production or Akon. its a sick world out there.
yay! its time to talk about mysexlife relationship now.
okay, its been awhile since i got into a ..
sometimes i think its almost impossible to be with someone without text messaging.
but i pulled it off. can you do it? get into a relationship without a handphone? i did. now i realised how tedious peoples before the 90's have to manage their relationship. they have no sms back then, pager and payphone was the shit. maybe its alot worst >40's. so its kinda cool thinking about it. so i think shes quite alright with that.
anyways i dont think its gonna last long. like always. harhar. its gonna be like how i live my life. fun and fast.
bah, i dont really like blogging about my relationships. nor any other blogs in that manner, because from my point of view, it may sound romantic, mushy, kiss-and-telly, princessy or worst, desperate (hint*hint*). but in the nutshell, admit it, nobody give a shit.
im not saying that im lack of love or whatsoever, but its kinda fawkward. as far as im concerned, love is cosidered as guilty pleasure. same to for eating chocolates or goin to club or something like that. guilty pleasure. i try to refrain from blogging about them.
so suck this. ive COMPLETED all (i repeat, all) my homeworks, and honestly, ive never completed holiday homeworks since primary school. so im left with project. this is sick. complete a chapter in a weekend. huhuhh. virtually impossible. time to get myself one of those adidas jacket. followed by completing the task at hand. by then its infinite-monkey-theorem impossible.
ooh. infinite monkey theorem is so good to know. especially if youre taking O level maths and studying probability. adi dassler's company was so right about his slogan.
Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend (Japanese Version)
this song gives me the cringes. like real hardcore de-erection cringe ya'know. like really hard shudders.
ugh! its just plain sissy with a zing of jap kawaii cuteness which results making to song extra gay. but i think this song is nice. sadly i think, this is one of the nicer songs they have in mtv now. mtv had better days. cos its just plain boring now. chances of getting yourself watching quality music videos are slim. its either ur gonna be watching something remixed with Timbaland or Justin Timberlake or Nelly Furtado, or maybe some associated with Bad Boy Production or Akon. its a sick world out there.
yay! its time to talk about my
okay, its been awhile since i got into a ..
sometimes i think its almost impossible to be with someone without text messaging.
but i pulled it off. can you do it? get into a relationship without a handphone? i did. now i realised how tedious peoples before the 90's have to manage their relationship. they have no sms back then, pager and payphone was the shit. maybe its alot worst >40's. so its kinda cool thinking about it. so i think shes quite alright with that.
anyways i dont think its gonna last long. like always. harhar. its gonna be like how i live my life. fun and fast.
bah, i dont really like blogging about my relationships. nor any other blogs in that manner, because from my point of view, it may sound romantic, mushy, kiss-and-telly, princessy or worst, desperate (hint*hint*). but in the nutshell, admit it, nobody give a shit.
im not saying that im lack of love or whatsoever, but its kinda fawkward. as far as im concerned, love is cosidered as guilty pleasure. same to for eating chocolates or goin to club or something like that. guilty pleasure. i try to refrain from blogging about them.
so suck this. ive COMPLETED all (i repeat, all) my homeworks, and honestly, ive never completed holiday homeworks since primary school. so im left with project. this is sick. complete a chapter in a weekend. huhuhh. virtually impossible. time to get myself one of those adidas jacket. followed by completing the task at hand. by then its infinite-monkey-theorem impossible.
ooh. infinite monkey theorem is so good to know. especially if youre taking O level maths and studying probability. adi dassler's company was so right about his slogan.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
passive manipulation
i dont think i'll be blogging for quite a while, so im gonna post some pics for ya'll to err... ponder.
bengzz!
fat cheebye.
far east plaza.
edmund got himself a tattoo.
Godfather calls for a meeting.
that chic in green is hot.
dumbass tagging my blog..
incomplete mother mary
confiscated. and sold.
disastrous effects of earthquake.
woot!
open 24 hours and closed.
where was i standing when i took this pic?.
bengzz!
fat cheebye.
far east plaza.
edmund got himself a tattoo.
whats with peoples and tattoos nowadays? i really wanna get one for myself/
Godfather calls for a meeting.
that chic in green is hot.
dumbass tagging my blog..
incomplete mother mary
confiscated. and sold.
disastrous effects of earthquake.
woot!
open 24 hours and closed.
where was i standing when i took this pic?. Sunday, March 11, 2007
she was shot 6 times by a man on the run
its so restricted for the past days and im gonna be like this all the way till novemby month.
btw, got cracks in my house. all thanks to earthquake. ill post pics. soon. prolly.
this sucks. huhuh!
redoing all subjects i took last year.again. im nuts. and like yeah.
homeworks sucks.
complete analysis of Manipulation and research in chapter 1 for DNT, till design specification.
i have to complete it in less than a week. i did this insane feat last year, and i swore that im never gonna do it again, but i just need to. this crazy task involves alot of writing, money, pencil leads, printer ink, writing, time, caffeine, writing, research and writing.
they say, besides being lesbian or gay, peoples who usually tends to work hard, seems alot luckier than those who dont. so yea, im gonna be nuts for this week, and be talking crap about how was the whole experience on the following. oh, last night in MoS, but i went there alone. huhuh, this chic asked the whereabout of my friends. i told her, they got home with somebody already. so yea. and after that we chat till 530am in clarke quay mrt and after that we.. ahh.. this is so wrong. its my duty as a blogger, to refrain from writing recollections of my nightlife. cos then, it'll be too journal-ish. and journal-ish blogs makes people cry. firritating. yo.
oh, and i cant stand tiffy's blog. its just so _________. or firritating. the blog is just incompatible for retards who suck at closed passage. or maybe its because she suck at descriptions.
take for example if i write this:
Joveina seems to be so successful with her life, how i wish i could _________ her.
people would guess by filling in with these:
bitchslap,
work for,
fuck,
blah, i dont hate tiffy. knawmsayin? Word.
orh and nll was a sensation, whoever that person is, deserves alot of things. making yourself unknown is stupid, but being not known makes people feel stupid. and alot of people hate this dude/possibly a chic. so yea its kinda retarded.
tagboard is so cool without profanity filter. im givin away lollipops for anyone who tagged with included stuff like "fuck" or "bitch" or err.. "this blog utterly confounds me, i feel like skullfucking"
yea yea, i gtg back with my: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E%3Dmc%C2%B2
btw, got cracks in my house. all thanks to earthquake. ill post pics. soon. prolly.
this sucks. huhuh!
redoing all subjects i took last year.again. im nuts. and like yeah.
homeworks sucks.
complete analysis of Manipulation and research in chapter 1 for DNT, till design specification.
i have to complete it in less than a week. i did this insane feat last year, and i swore that im never gonna do it again, but i just need to. this crazy task involves alot of writing, money, pencil leads, printer ink, writing, time, caffeine, writing, research and writing.
they say, besides being lesbian or gay, peoples who usually tends to work hard, seems alot luckier than those who dont. so yea, im gonna be nuts for this week, and be talking crap about how was the whole experience on the following. oh, last night in MoS, but i went there alone. huhuh, this chic asked the whereabout of my friends. i told her, they got home with somebody already. so yea. and after that we chat till 530am in clarke quay mrt and after that we.. ahh.. this is so wrong. its my duty as a blogger, to refrain from writing recollections of my nightlife. cos then, it'll be too journal-ish. and journal-ish blogs makes people cry. firritating. yo.
oh, and i cant stand tiffy's blog. its just so _________. or firritating. the blog is just incompatible for retards who suck at closed passage. or maybe its because she suck at descriptions.
take for example if i write this:
Joveina seems to be so successful with her life, how i wish i could _________ her.
people would guess by filling in with these:
bitchslap,
work for,
fuck,
blah, i dont hate tiffy. knawmsayin? Word.
orh and nll was a sensation, whoever that person is, deserves alot of things. making yourself unknown is stupid, but being not known makes people feel stupid. and alot of people hate this dude/possibly a chic. so yea its kinda retarded.
tagboard is so cool without profanity filter. im givin away lollipops for anyone who tagged with included stuff like "fuck" or "bitch" or err.. "this blog utterly confounds me, i feel like skullfucking"
yea yea, i gtg back with my: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E%3Dmc%C2%B2
Friday, March 09, 2007
warm welcome
this is so cool! we used to have a gangwar, now both oppositions are under one roof.
fawesome. its so PENETENTIARY!!
one of our fellow mhssian comrades said:
orh, we cannot do alot of things here. everythings different.
and it already put me off, the instance the assembly started .
reading time, the students creed, polyphonic-ringtony bell chime, pink slips, daily tie-wearing flag-raising ceremony, oh yea. they even got ERP! and i brought my cash card. lucky.
dude! what kind of a sick school is this.
but when i step into my class. its a whole different experience. i feel as if i was thrown into the deep recesses of satan-infested hell. everyone is as satanic as Satan himself, classroom is a mere war-torn wasteland, teacher's yelling is inaudible, . and i got to admit that it i kinda feel right at home. sweet home.
noisy, distracting and bad study environment. but hell, ive always been through in this kind of atmosphere all along. i was raised this way.
the reason is that my class is populated with monkshillian. the final batch of normal academic. the reverse-pioneer. the crap of the crop. but cream when it comes anything unrelated to academic.
and to describe my classroom, its like a fortress. highest floor, at the end, overviewing others, above all. awesome. its like we are like in a maximum security zone, quarantined well away from innocent lives. and the class though its messy of course, but since its our temporary stay here, why not "utilise" the furniture, walls, upholstery and windows. like rock bands in a motel. and yeah, my class is always rockin. all class have a class motto, and we have a THE motto:
The Will To Win.
ill get used to it real soon. got some demonic pics, contemplating whether i should upload them or what, but its a no-doubt its gonna be a volatile subject. read: informer.
fawesome. its so PENETENTIARY!!
one of our fellow mhssian comrades said:
orh, we cannot do alot of things here. everythings different.
and it already put me off, the instance the assembly started .
reading time, the students creed, polyphonic-ringtony bell chime, pink slips, daily tie-wearing flag-raising ceremony, oh yea. they even got ERP! and i brought my cash card. lucky.
dude! what kind of a sick school is this.
but when i step into my class. its a whole different experience. i feel as if i was thrown into the deep recesses of satan-infested hell. everyone is as satanic as Satan himself, classroom is a mere war-torn wasteland, teacher's yelling is inaudible, . and i got to admit that it i kinda feel right at home. sweet home.
noisy, distracting and bad study environment. but hell, ive always been through in this kind of atmosphere all along. i was raised this way.
the reason is that my class is populated with monkshillian. the final batch of normal academic. the reverse-pioneer. the crap of the crop. but cream when it comes anything unrelated to academic.
and to describe my classroom, its like a fortress. highest floor, at the end, overviewing others, above all. awesome. its like we are like in a maximum security zone, quarantined well away from innocent lives. and the class though its messy of course, but since its our temporary stay here, why not "utilise" the furniture, walls, upholstery and windows. like rock bands in a motel. and yeah, my class is always rockin. all class have a class motto, and we have a THE motto:
The Will To Win.
ill get used to it real soon. got some demonic pics, contemplating whether i should upload them or what, but its a no-doubt its gonna be a volatile subject. read: informer.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
taking shortcuts to happiness
Currently Listening to:
Elva - LOVE
samantha is f-LOADED. shes so gonna blunjar me. and soon, shes gonna get a car. a fast one.
wah lao, working the whole week le. thats retarled. so fuckin fun! im gonna work at her place soon. $99 a day, working almost all days of the month. do the maths man, can raise a child already.
anyways im in a deep financial shithole. i need help to get myself rich again. haha.
recently i was spending money like no tomorrow, buy this, buy that and my piggy bank hole is getting old, it needs some stimulation by insertion of cash. if only i win the 10 million dollars first prize for TOTO. huhuh.
retarled! so wanna get myself this.
then went to Mustafa centre for budget shopping. i suggest all of you to go do that too, because its really fun, everything is so cheap, u keep buying things and when you wanna go home, you needa carry all those stuff. but you cant because theres too many of stuffs. so you needa call your fren over to carry all the stuff, which i think is kinda cool. so yea, you gotta go there.
chinese + indian = chindian
malay + chinese = err? machine?
bangla people there suck at spelling
i want a Pedometer. ron sure got something to say about that.
anyways, speaking of which, i just got a pair of nike rollerskates. soo fast. but sucks that dunno how to blade. ill reign after i learn.
oooh! explosive.
happytime.
Elva - LOVE
samantha is f-LOADED. shes so gonna blunjar me. and soon, shes gonna get a car. a fast one.
wah lao, working the whole week le. thats retarled. so fuckin fun! im gonna work at her place soon. $99 a day, working almost all days of the month. do the maths man, can raise a child already.
anyways im in a deep financial shithole. i need help to get myself rich again. haha.
recently i was spending money like no tomorrow, buy this, buy that and my piggy bank hole is getting old, it needs some stimulation by insertion of cash. if only i win the 10 million dollars first prize for TOTO. huhuh.
retarled! so wanna get myself this.
then went to Mustafa centre for budget shopping. i suggest all of you to go do that too, because its really fun, everything is so cheap, u keep buying things and when you wanna go home, you needa carry all those stuff. but you cant because theres too many of stuffs. so you needa call your fren over to carry all the stuff, which i think is kinda cool. so yea, you gotta go there.
chinese + indian = chindianmalay + chinese = err? machine?
bangla people there suck at spelling
i want a Pedometer. ron sure got something to say about that.anyways, speaking of which, i just got a pair of nike rollerskates. soo fast. but sucks that dunno how to blade. ill reign after i learn.
oooh! explosive.
happytime.
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