sio kim chua

im feeling high as fuck. and i have to stinge on time for this post so pardon me this post okay!? yeah. lets move on shall we?



OMG!!!!

its SIO KIM CHUA!!
forgot what it meant but im sure sio means hot in hokkien. but forgot what the whole thing means. some hungry ghost thing that ur required to burn hell money and papers or something, but shit, the sound of saying: SIO KIM CHUA never fail to put a smile on my face..

HAHHAAHHAHAAHHAAH

omg, you guys should know how much i fell in love with that word maaan..
if i have a chinese surname, i want it to be CHUA

and ill name my daughter Sio Kim!!

so later in life on stage, her graduation/speech day would be like:

Best performance for English Language, Additional Maths and Combined Humanities:
Sio Kim Chua

or, or, maybe in wrestling or something:

In a match going for one fall, the reigning WWE Heavyweight Champion weighing at 180 pounds, from Hillview, Bukit Timah!!

SIO... KIM... CHUUUUAAAA!!!

then the crowd be chanting like: SIO KIM CHUA!! SIO KIM CHUA!!! (2983698164 times)


omg, i think im the only one in the world that fell in love with that word~!


and yeah~! currently:


really! oh, and colleague wants the nether region to be a female's.

hahahha.. and yeah, i just got beaten up by my filipino fren
cos i kept calling him BAMBANG!!
hahahahhaha...
his name is augustine anyways, i dont know why i called him that but shit the filipino name Bambang sounds super funny.
but damn pinoy's sure knows how to punch hard.

some words scrawled inside me lift. koreans i think. rawr.
sketch sketch

and oh, i really think that this is borderline cool.
i drew this, and had carbon paper on the back.

techno ahbeng! got it from mr. brown.
the carbon copy. version


Heres the cool part:

the carbon sheet! look at that motherfucker glow!!







then this is stolen from the shinman's blog. i think im less snap-hapy, sooner or later, ill just steal shit from his blog. anyways, do not! go to his blog, theres alot of my embarassing shit in his blog, i dont want you guys to go to his blog, and see my shit. so yea, i know you guy's are diligent and obedient enough to do what i say.. hahaha
jyeaaah... SHATEC, limpchrisroach(LOL), me and meiruuuu...



omg, i got alot of rantings and raving to do, im afraid i got no tiiiime!!! fucking shitballs, im so sorry. but i am so positive that i'll come up with better shit next time.

hong gan

i've been busy. yeah, now too.



womens weekly. was bored at work. like shitbored. i need a saviour

ST. JAMES POWERHOUSE!


waste of money. no offence whatsoever. everything was there. kinda fun, but the DJ was so bad, i think bringing my own laptop plugging it in to the speaker and using freaking windows media player wouldn't be much difference with the DJ's attendance. no flow in between of the playbacks. static, slow, badly mixed, sucks.

oh yeah! and ABISHEK was the damn model for the Mr. Singapore contest! lol!! hahaha. He was Mr. Toa Payoh. Male models are ripped, man. their bodies are like granite carving or something.
sadly, abishek was a tall behemoth of northern indian hunkness with a touch of babyfat. and hair. hahha.. but anyway, the shocking part was the revelation of the winner of Mr. Singapore. And lo and behold, Mr Toa Payoh bags that prize home! so cool. Jonathan wanna be the next Mr. Bukit Timah. He got big balls man. he needs to carry his balls in a wheelbarrow

balloons and conffetti, flying down on

E-clazz mer-say-daze benzz!
fucker
speeding!

went for some prom dinner and dance at hilton. woot woot. yeah. executive grand ball and shit. well, turns the whole thing was a waste of fucking time. hands down the shittiest management and planning of any event i've ever attended. the host was very self-centred, concerning to only the group of themselves. very inside jokes were made. even to their peeps. utter disregard with alienation at hand. fock. very focked up.

good thing chatsworth peeps went to like some hole-in-wall sheesha place in haji lane for a thorough sheesha session. salvaged the night at least..

life is a box of chocolates.

BLING'ed out purse. swarovski crystals.

hope to be back here in a jiffy.

Twentysix inch rims.

Yeah, hiatus, shut up.

been busy with work. kinda hectic. and like i got alot of shit to do.




some big arm guy wants a tribal



bad shade/coloring.

anyways, how sad. EDMUND is gone to serve NS.
heres his stats for now:

90KG








i just had a prediction of how he wud look in 2010 after NS:








eh, im a soldier eh, dun play play ah! i protect you when your sleeping okay!

daphney

but i just kept smiling
cause no one will ever understand
even jon i can say.
deep down inside i kept struggling
but i know one day everything will come to an end
when death arrives its my happiest day

ZOMGWTFLOL HAHHAAH!!
the above excerpt from daph's blog really made my day!
was having a pissed-as-fucked day and then out of the sudden, a poem from emo hell breached the laughter floodgates of mine.

im confused,
i feel like a bomb.
the time limit is going to be up.
kabooommpppp!!!!

FUCK! lol.


HAHAHAHHAHA.



fuck you daphnay,
that made my day,
im serious leh,
wha lao eh.