New Year Resolutions

RESOLUTIONS!



For the first time ever, clean the room up. Myself.

Cut down the time taken to use my the bathroom, water is never an abundance in Singapore.

Get a headstart for driving school.

Give an added effort to: At least TRY to stop calling Ron gay.



Stop eating Fruit-tellas'. It makes you fucking stupid, and fat.

Chew more gum, it burns calories.

Try writing things this way. Cap every first letter in a sentence. Rectify spelling or grammatical error, if theres any.. Essential.

Learn how to use a comb.. Hair needs your attention..

The profanities and cusses have to fucking stop. Both verbal and textual.

Try to update friendster.

i rarely see these.
you can scroll all the way down.(click to zoom)

Buy a gun. BB at least.

Get used to bring along handphone with you, next time when going out.

Learn how to cook.

Racist jokes aren't cool.

Master 'the-real-deal-dead-fucking-serious' facial expression and tone.

Learn how to speak Thai and Tagalog.

Resurrect. The lower pecs.

Relive the old times, watch porn and anime, or both.

Sleep early.

Give more attention to hair.

Stop hoping for chest hair to come out. It'll never happen.

Invest on a good watch that could at least tell time, visibly. And feature water resistance, without leaving salt and sand residue.

R.I.P August - December 2006

(Now a wrist-fish tank)

Learn how to speak proper malay. Using 'street malay' language just cant cut it.

brain dead

im kinda riding on my stray thoughts right now, with the msn off, all thanks to the quakes, i am 'wee-hour lonely' but wtf, ill mention abt that shortly after this.. so since im like a serial (relatively) long post-er, ill be like normally updating the most current shit to the bottom most part of the post, due to fact that i have seriously short attention + memory span (which explains my 'impressive' grades for maths), and making me go all the way back to the timeline first, remembering on what took place alot earlier and reserving my memory for the latest . or what typical procrastinator Monkshillians' like me, describes this or call it as 'the recency effect.'
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, ghost

everyone 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.

the last supper.

current songs listening to:
Saxxonpike - Sonata(O3 Underground Remix)
Petey Pablo - Vibrate
Benny Benassi - Satisfaction
whaoo.. today was some day.. i need sleep, seriously. there was alliance conference last night, after my bi-monthly appointment with national skin centre for the demonic acne fix, we talkour asses off and it was like started 12am and ended at about 5am. damn. so was sleepin all the way

so i woke up at about 10am to clean my room and iron the dress(yes, i call my long-sleeve shirt a dress) for the nights' CampTeen Dinner and Dance Christmas Party 2006 @ jssc.

woooo, then went for a tauhuay breakfast..
and blessed myself. again, rain came down from the rooftop. but lucky enough it stopped gradually after that. or else i think the DnD would be technically fucked. went back home to wear my bloodymary long-sleever and my custom-fit dress pants which only fits the diameters and grooves of my pair of jewels down there most perfect and comfortable.
and i got a series of calls from alotsa ppls, and most of them were from sam the emo and jov.
shoot me dammit. and yeah, i was late. har har.. turns out later, i found them arriving alot later than me. we were supposed to meet at THE THERE.. you know?? we meet at THE THERE
then i fetched HER!. i love you shallow shallow.

we waited for them, and almost immediately after we meet each other, we took pictures already.
this pic was taken just 15-seconds after meeting
typical.
never apart.
never apart.
wannabe never apart.

it was : me, han, saufi, jovy, nada, shan, abby, juls and samm.. we were trying to burn time in taka, and also test our luck on tryin on samples at the perfume section. too bad we get laser glares as one of us just having the fingers an inch near a bottle. like come on, we look like a prospective customer, no?


muscular legs.

well the plan was to grab a bite at rochorbeancurd, a han ji peng eat-out to be more precise. somehow, we never managed to do that, but anyways, we achieved our aim and managed to get our hands on the ethylchloride aka coldspray aka laughing gas.
han tried it on the orchard mrt, i gotta say, it was an instant spectacle. lol.

Han: aei, why not go the place we go yesterday ar? lepak wan anot? the ben and jerrys there
Me: orh, go BJ ar...(see previous post
Sammie: oh yea! hey i wan go walk walk to cathay and lets go BJ!!
Julynn and Me: HAAHHAAHAHAHAH
Sammie: harh!? wartse? aei, what thingse
so funnyse.

i never liked being punctual. im like the king of late arrivals. the late of lates. no one steps on my throne of the late-coming.
so, just like me, they all decided to come over to jssc glamourously late.
(note: latecoming is bad for your health. no kidding)

then after that, juicy jaguar peeps met this guy, finally, after a long time:



how touching. he gave we juicy jaguar this:


faber castell eraser.
i dont wanna sound gay, but dude that was damn... err.. sweet. no really. thanks alot man.
well, it was so suay, well,we came to the jssc, seriously glamourously early. and we dropped by to lepaks at the deaf kfc (a cool joint) for the moment. then we went in after that.
a big bad bouncer in blue
writing cheque, $20 for you to go back home and wear something more sexier.
excos love pink. syirr dunt think so.
hahha//


at the entrance, we were given a receipt, a table number, a disc of i dunno what. prolly check them out later or something.


hana and ericai love this couple. these two are a funny pair. chicken little. lol.
sam, me, shan, nesaar, fifa and nada.
christmas party... so cool. such effort to paint the santa. so cute.. but gay somehow.
the finger eliminating game.

Monkshillians are we, loyal and bold. Together in unity, truth and love uphold. We've learnt from you, the foundation for life, Dear Alma Mater to you we we're tied..



syafiqah, erica, forgot her name, farhana and dunno.
looks like some anniversary dinner. sanjeet singh. lol.













dinner for the food was a cut above the rest.. it was so damn scrumptuous. anyone else who says otherwise deserves a buffet-table full of chopped seasoned christmas turkey forced up the asshole, one by one. and yeh, by me.

sweet couple.
hot chics!! argh!
photoshoot of models for lesbian mag.

me and abby.
her signature. mandible cute lian peace sign.
me and shan.. hahahahaa.taken when nesaar used the video mode to snap instead of the take picture function
me and chicken little.
me and paris hilton and nicole ritchie
chics.
machoman
crime prevention event. yeah, we were supposed to go out and help "fill up the space" when the MP comes for the speech.

me and julynn..

sunburns are the trend nowadays.. its a whole lot better than having a tattoo or a yellow band around your wrist.




modelling contest
contestant number #315268754.

jovy and shan.
licky lick..
i wish for a green princess to be just right beside me - justin
ting* thank you..
finally, that dude arrived to yap. accompanied with a band of scottish bagpiper.




i dont like insightful speeches and stuff like that, so i went to the toilet for a retreat.
dammit! i dun like to think.
especially when im unleashing my dragon for its routine spray.
came back, it was token giving already.,. yeah. finally.
another token of appreciation, 10 cents. from a stranger




audience.
the complete excos roster.

and there was a part of segment where the event was so im-so-gonna-shoot-myself-boring, and most of it was interupted by some seriously loud hyperactive AA obnoxious fat black dude.

to kill time, we played:
whilst the programme was running. lol. i admit feeling wrong, but yeah, guilty conscience penetrates through our hearts, very hard. so we stopped.
i think it was the whose line is it anyways or what, i forgot.

and YEAAAH.. check out ron's usual display of self-love
if onlyy i can hold the video much longer.. it would be an instant PPV.
then the coronation of Mr and Miss Campteen.
K.Y.!(kwok yong) and afi-something-something
im bringing sexyback... yeaaah. the dance was fawesome. mariam and malina was so damn hot, they managed to pulled it off wearing heels. nesaar's finishing pose for the dance was nut-breaking. it hurts just watching.
then finally, i was seriously amped for display of everyone's enthusiasm for the , the main course, the coup de grace, the hasta-la-vista: final event, disco! well it sucked cos nobody did their part, i actually see peoples fold their hands. dance dammit. dance.it was lacklustre nonetheless..
kanina.at least like this guy:
windmill headccrash
aiyo.. head pain. okay, one more time..
windmill. sweet.
so continued the fun at the macs nearby.
overall, i think the party was seriously grrrrreaat. everyone had fun but the bad DJ, lightings, atmosphere and shitty climax killed it. still, the excos had pulled off another kickass event. was just too bad that this would be the last one.. like ever..
so i need a simple musical fix, so i asked abby for something that could make me happy for the moment,something that could cure me from such sad experience, as i needed something to unwind my sanity loose. like an emo at least.

thanks Gary. lol.


complete mac-ers.
me.
erica, and her raven jacket.
omg, wors. ittss shooo ninja cUtE.
whatever that means.
sammie and me. brit'en!
a group of emos, and a screamo.
omg so cute
omg so cute
we also wan, so me and eden tried too.
we failed. damnit. so jealous.
malina, kevin, abby, erica..
fff-fall asleep...