Wednesday, November 29, 2006
pissed
my sis gotta stop it with that habbo shit. and she better make it to some kinda girls sch next year..
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
imma shine!
im too tired to think.. uggh.. camp.. it suck the living hell out of you.. oh my god. so many thing in a short span.. sammie promised me tat it kicks ass and yes, it did..
er,. i dunno what to say about today, but i woke up with a kicked ass and greeted with a phonecall from some hyperactive women which explosively goes "HEY! SEXY!! wake up wake up wake up wake up". "lets go out! wake up wake up wake up!" "wake up! i wanna watch movie! wake up!"
yah. thanks alot evonne// you actually did this after a camp that made my ass sore.
so we went out.. she wanna watch the show called material girls, and im like WTF?!
so we watched Step Up as i heard tat the show blews many my friend's asses away..
reminded me of campfire night and sexy ass.. lol.
and so insisted that we go watch tat show. so she agreed, theres a catch though: if it sucks, i gotta pay her back the movie ticket money. lol
its kinda risky. thank god. she could haf jus got easy money by saying that it sucked to get that money back..
because she said that the movie kicked ass right after it ends..
save my money.
erm, im talkin to ALOT of peoples now in msn.. haha
er,. i dunno what to say about today, but i woke up with a kicked ass and greeted with a phonecall from some hyperactive women which explosively goes "HEY! SEXY!! wake up wake up wake up wake up". "lets go out! wake up wake up wake up!" "wake up! i wanna watch movie! wake up!"
yah. thanks alot evonne// you actually did this after a camp that made my ass sore.
so we went out.. she wanna watch the show called material girls, and im like WTF?!
so we watched Step Up as i heard tat the show blews many my friend's asses away..
reminded me of campfire night and sexy ass.. lol.
and so insisted that we go watch tat show. so she agreed, theres a catch though: if it sucks, i gotta pay her back the movie ticket money. lol
its kinda risky. thank god. she could haf jus got easy money by saying that it sucked to get that money back..
because she said that the movie kicked ass right after it ends..
save my money.
erm, im talkin to ALOT of peoples now in msn.. haha
Monday, November 27, 2006
The Sexy Adventure of Juicy Jaguars
Current songs listening to:
Ayumi Hamasaki - M
Dynamite MC - After Party
Warning, nong post. really nong.
CAMPTEENERS... click here for the irreverent review of ur groups made by ada.. lol..
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First day in camp 12 to 1 am, called Samantha for miscellany stuffus..
7 am, woke up "real early" thanks to sam and her creepy laugh(it goes like: ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. slow and sequential)..
went there by cab. and heard that everyone would be in the control station, but it turns out that theres not even a single monkshillian souls in braddell mrt. PSK ppls..
so went to jssc, ALONE. and guess what?? my mates were chauffered driven there by a turbocharged Volvo.. and the rest actually arrived LATE and went to Mac'ers for their breakfast. and went to sign up for registry.. and like saw that Kids Central fella, called: Zureen(insane) if im not wrong. he starred in the show called Block 523. lol. nothing. tot hes gonna be nerdy. but he wasnt after i found out later that he slept beside me in the tent.
anyways, after that. there were like buses pickin up batches of peeps to the Sarimbun itself. and so went there. and there the hall filtered the peeps to their own schs.. oh yea, the Jamiyah Business School peeps posseses some kinda real logical mentality. no intention of offense,but they are some kinda linear-minded bunches. i dun know but they came in stripe tees(yeah, right "topshop". you convinced me enuff mr. mat) jeans, black straps 'n' studs, and make-ups.. well, waddyaknow, vanity before safety. its a camp, dammit. jeans are like.. nvm.
anyways we were having activities like uncanny ice breaking tools like this one:
friendship bingo
25. lol..
so after tat, we were assigned to camp groups. and were given alphabets as a starter for our group names. and raised our tents. and back to the MPH(multi purpose hall).
oh yea, samantha got a tape nametag which says: SAM
she complained: wrong spelling!! its: sam the cute, can?
later at nite, we did discussion for the cultural nite on the other day. and the draw lots landed us a suay one for us to perform. we got: Malay Dance.. and i know we're doomed. but somehow we didnt..
Second day:
the main event for the day was: race against time.
we did King of the Hill twice! its like okay, im dirty, im gonna clean up.. okay done, yay.. then another king of the hill activity.. i tell ya, that event was like terminator. ill be back
its like we're supposed to climb up a hill covered in canvas/groundsheet and the instructor at the top, pours a combination of detergent and water, and the group's like supposed to get up the "hill",with the bombarding soap and water everyone kept slipping down to the satanic mudpatch of damnation. it was a blast!! . actually my sternum, tricep and shoulder hurts like fuck with 3-5 of my jaguar comrades standing on load. but it was fun nonetheless. the second king of the hill was jus side and die.
so theres another one, dunno waht the name of the event called but its the one that we needa move ourselves with the platform given which consists of wooden blocks and planks. it was kind of a simple task, but the catch: we needa sing, all the way, non stop.. prolly that was one of the factors that results of my husky voice, now. not including the frequent cheers which was done near hundreds of times and all.
another demented activity: caterpillar.. im sure everyone has done this before but the one i did was done on grass, infested with warrior red ants and yucky whatever. . but particularly for this, my mates were wearin their soon-to-be-disposed water activities shoes and the environment done was near eco-wasteland. also the sexyass wasnt sexy with her bionic muscular-but-small legs coiling over my puny starving stomach like a cobra.. i swear i was feeling like: Ghek Sai. and Aidil in front was ninja fast and sucked my leg into some kinda non-sexual thrust. gosh, i gotta tell you, it was Hardcore hard. safe to say, im the least sissy-est dude around, but somehow caterpillar was simply a WTF-er.
after tat we played our favourite Hawaiian-Five-O Ship game!!
i dont know why, but we certainly enjoyed it so fucking much. its so damn kickin. and my grp's people were very "song-song strong" and maybe thats why we enjoyed ourself so much!! simply the best group hands down, bar none.. wad we only think of is just having fun and we find winning unneccesary. maybe thats why jaguars are like one of the endangered species if im not wrong. seems like everyone is induced with viagra or cocaine and bags of skittles.. we are like hyper hyper.. oh yea i almost forgot. cultural night! . dunno, what to say, but our learning curve is short or something, but the routine was real easy peasy but moving it is hard though we took a long time and our performance was near crash course and instantaneous the good-est HAH.. we rule. punks. and songs used
emo anthem: welcome to the black parade - MCR
and
gay anthem: sexyback - justin timberlake
result: kick ass malay dance. woot.
oh woke my dude jaguars to bathe.. at an appropriate timing, and guess wad? they din bathe the day after.. u see. u see what i told yall. :P
Day 3.. we're supposed ot do some kinda amazing race. i knew jun xian's group is gonna own in this, and yes it did, but for my team, we din really paid particular attention for wining the entire race. went:
padang,
waterworks fountain,
citylink,
4 chopsticks,
esplanade,
bugis,
chinatown,
merlion,
malay village,
arab street
etc. and other places which i din know even existed, oh yea, we see alot of ERECTIONS.. lol
there was a point where we were like walking non-stop and everywhere we went, we sang songs from banana song, to the fruit song and the 1-2-3 left right ringtone. we were on drugs lol. had fun QC-ing at gals all thanks to our instructor.
haha, everyone was enjoying myself so much. thanks to our sponsor ICON@bugis as we went there twice to collect helium-filled balloons! and we took like more than 25-plus balloons. and ICON@bugis, its our honour to be an associate for your advertising campaign.. and Syirr taught us How To Have Fun With Helium.. and all of us were sucking in the helium and we sounded damn funny.
oh we cheated for the event, lol. we went to the NLB for their internet facility to look for the answers of the amazing race.
and at night was the camp fire... and there was this dancing QUEEN challenge, and SEXYASS! was burnin the dancefloor.. she was blindfolded and afterwhich, one by one, dancers were eliminated. JJ were cheering their asses off! and broke our voices.. thanks sexyass// but she paused and got second. lost to some malay chic, which dances non stop(possible crack addict).. well theres also the dancing KING.. they picked me.. well, if you all know me well enough, im aggressive competetive person. an ATHLETE.(yaya) do whatever to win, and yes i did. i cheated my ass all the way to 3rd placing.. :D muahahaha i was a dancing puppet. well anyways, winning wasnt important after all. and then after tat we did our cheer with the volume THX-quality DTS surround sound powered and released our balloons, auld lang syne'd and then revealing of angel and mortals, my mortal is so cute.. and guess wad?? my angel was nurul.. and im like: wtf? really? haha.. no wonder she was so nice to me.. tellin me all the malay tradition and all. ahahah [= and then PRESS PLAY! Disco! it was a serious nutter.. mira and sexy ass were party animals. woahahaha. and jovy was like: hey, im sad and bored.. dance wit me/haha.. and i did. whatever. she was feelin miserable, and currently still feels like tat., anyhos. after that, we din gif a fuck abt the movie under the stars(madagascar. nigga please) instead we went to the dinning area to BOND. i was torn between my fellow dudes and dudettes from mother monks hill and the new found friends.. well anyho, i can meet my fellow mhss frens anytime anyday. so we played truth (no dare, prolly big eye julie is the only one that pulled off the banana dance in front of everyone.), and we asked uncomfy questions, also laughing our asses off. it was FUN. i wonder how much fun my fellow mhssians had with the indian poker.
afterwards, we promised each other that we're gonna bathe together at 4am. and next thing i know, i woke up at 6.30. lol.
Last DAY!! we're the last group to strike them tents, irony cos we built them the fastest, back in day 1.. but still,we were singin and unpitchin' with different pitch.. hahahaha, a more noticable sign of voice breaking.. cleaning up, we had "fun" looking for that one missing PEG!. and then we played the ship game. again! grp photos, prize presentation, yada yada.. sad as we went back to JSSC and i was selected to be campteen alumni meeting. and went lunch at kfc(ran by deaf peoples.. LOL) with "jammer" abigail(oh yea, she got an impeccable taste of music, can?) , kenneth, sexy ass and sammie.. we're like popping straws real killer loud and those deaf ppls cant hear it at all..and damn ROFL.. and haha sexy ass is so pro in racist jokes.. lol.. we stayed there unleashing our dying breath of laughters.. like an aftermath of laugh war.. croaking then back home.. bathed my ass off and i went online.. and again. them again JUICY JAGUAR.. oh i gotta say, the camp was beyond enjoyment. this camp far from what i expected.... tot its gonna be some kinda camp jim. but it was a total contrary..
with peoples like:
sam, sexyass, kenneth, anba, karthik, daryl, aidil, mimie, mira, cheng ning, maria, nina, nurul, mid, julie, jovin, ada and syirr!!
lol... i love my group. i love them i love them!
for my JAGUARS!! was a waste that i din bring my cam. just banana me baby!
and i like owe gratitudes and attitudes to my dudes:
sam the emo,
I LOVE YOUR FRECKLES!
but how suay.. why are you in my group!! tsk.. fate. erm, sad thing my brit'en is bett'er then ye brit'en, babeh..
history of the Juicy Jaguar name.
me: i wan it to be jaguar.
sam: no, juicy.
me: jaguar.
sam: juicy!
me: jaguar dammit!!
sam: juicy la!! okay okay, why not: juicy jaguar.. how bout tat?
me and the rest: alright.
sexy ass,
got nothing much to say about your obsessions with bananas, but ur dance was bananas..that song buttons by PCD was made very hazardous by none of the lan-cing queens but you.. matter of fact, i think you should've won lor. so learn more dance steps, go break a leg!. and err.. continue to shake that thing.. go look for me when you think ur "advanced" enuff.. lol i sound so shi-fu.
kenneth blaine,
mr street magic.. i knew the trick.. but it jus requires alot of practice and fast skilled-ed fingers.. i can like reveal the biggest "psychic" skill to everyone, but though it was cool and entertainin' nonetheless. oh yap. enjoy st. pats. erm, hope u can find a way to bend plastic forks and spoons instead. oh, and u got more of that malay accent than me..
sial lah, that tent damn smelly, bodoh - from this chinese man
anba chocolate bar,
thanks for putting up with our indian jokes, irony. cos ur indian and u laughed, and also its supposed to be a racial camp.. lol. erm, good luck wit ur magic stick. sad that u gotta fly all the way back to india and we gotta meet in vivo without our little anba..
karthik,
the another half of the juicy jaguar's KITKAT twins. he slept with a punjabi suit. and the smell of his side of the bed. omg.. sometimes, i almost wanna blast my fist to your face but nvm. please change.. we got faith in you. please haf more style.. dun raise ur socks.
send my regards to your gf in aus lol.
daryl,
helium, flat top lol. maris stella..
if im a millionaire, im more than willing to sponsor you to INSTALL bracers.. lol.. funny.
HAHAHAH. rofl. loll. i laugh for nothing everytime i think of this guy.
aidil
enjoy ka chuak!you took the helium and said: nothing!! then u took it again, and it goes like narrttheeinng.. hahah. he got samantha as his bro's girlfriend. erm, this guy has ALOT of girlfriends i tell ya. lol. erm, we go high late at nite with insect repellant and one of my many laughing racist joke buddies.. haha. oh yea. hook me up with a chic when i need. can?
mimie,
he likes to masterbed lol... its masturbate. dammit! nah, dunno whether he loves masturbating, but the joke from this guy here damn funny. erm, oh yea, i wrote this half only for your half singaporean side, lol..
mira,
the food vacuum. lol. fuckin cute can?. guys out there whose interested with her, dun ever bring her to buffets like seoul garden. waste money. lol. oh yea, u sure can dance real well and ur drawing skills kills lol.. real sweet. go art school! yay.
try eating with bigger scoops when using spoons. lol
maria enigma,
Listen to Ayumi Hamasaki - M .. Please.. lol. erm, u got alot of potential. expecially when u led us kick-ass performance of malay dance. but sad thing that u emo-ed all the way, and u stare at us in a scary manner. heh.. but we find you real motivating at most times.. so keep ya head up real high, yeah?!
nina,
also known as kanina, love to hear your british accent. and your really a sports car lor.. dun believe me. Lotus is also a British-Malaysian car manufacturer lor.. erm, u look like angmoh, but speak like a typical local. thats so wrong. erm.. better speak up more.. u laugh more than u talk.. which i find damn creepy.
cheng ning,
wo de mortal.. lol
你是很好的凡人。以某种方法，你多数时候使我变得幸福 以及我不知道为什么..
其大象我的好朋友一样有你 用于是我的朋友的感谢. 我真正欣赏它。一天，我将在听比赛视你为废物，在我足够努力地和长期训练以后 直到我的水平是足够高的
看转交到在 vivo 城市再度看见你
我期待你无论什么认为我刚刚说
我爱程 tng
LOL
nurul rule,
my Angel. lol. and this angel wans a date with me.. lol. how cute. what an angel.. but dunno whether she was a good angel or not. well, she actually came to the camp with a single badminton racket.. dunno what her intention was maybe she tot that theres another person to bring one.. also.. at least if u bring two, ppls can play right? haha no la.. oh yea, she told me to find the best singles female badminton player in my school to come look for her.. wah. real fighter man. anyways thanks for the 'introduction' of malay tradition. was a pleasure and pretty much love it.
mid ,
CHOKESLAM!!! lolololol... hahha.. first impression here for this woman here can be a real epitome of: BRUTE. no offense lar.. but anyways shes a gentle giant.. and i find it cute when she shouts: JJ, and no one said, jeng jeng jeng jeng.. sorry ya.
oh yea, you are very muscular!@
julie big eye,
shes like scary stuff.. she got big eyes and yes, its also big. literally. i dunno shes the female leader of the group and, when she fucks up something during a challenge, she would be like: SEE ITS ALL YOUR FAULT, THANKS JULIE!.. okay.. i find that self corporal mortification a lil bit of a hardcore beat down., nvm with all the mistakes u made, its always forgiven.. and we always find that cute and dun forget. the jaguars always love the one and only big eye.. lol.
jovin,
dunno whats the speculation on what happened to you in the girls camp late in the night before the last day of the camp.. creepy. but as always, your funny. dun wory, theres still plenty boys in maris stella that sports flat-top haircut and yea, im sure they'll love playing helium too.. lol. oh yea, ur poodle is CUTE..
ada,
you got a somewhat profound sexy voice.. and the yakkers that doesnt stop opening and closing.
you're like the rah-rah-est of all excos. though u got slit-like small eyes but still ur considered a big eye. lol.. erm, take care of ur leg and haf adequate amount of sleep, ya? oh your name is cool. and no, its not called the placebo effect. heh.
syirr,
shes so cool, to a level where i think it requires some kinda essay specially for her.. lol.
she understands what im sayin.. lol.. better teach me how to insult indirectly to wayward posers while hanging out and im amped to learn how to bodysurf, lol! haha.. erm. nah, really. i got alot of things to say abt you lol. haha.
and
mervy merv mervin aka rabbit,
purchase a faster car.. well, get a car at least.. this fella is a motivational talker, and one of the 3 crazy instructors of Campteen. sad enough cos that the other 2 crazy one din make their group as crazy as ours :P
yeap i love yall.. esp the 1-2-3, left 1-2-3, right ringtone and the itchy witcy in my backy wacky honda honda oh no, my mitsubishi lancer song.. from to the demonic pits of dirt to the "cleanest" -5 star toilet in singapore and the disgustin random sight of guy's morning erections to the scenic view of campfire nightlife.. from the MUDS to MATS... its simply the best camp ever.. 3 cheers and 3 cheers to CampTeen.
Hip hip! Hurrahy-/// cough cough..
erm, juicy jaguars... meet at vivo some other time can? er.. thursday is no way and friday i dunno cant make it. sat to mon is a no way Hosé..
洗刷刷, 洗刷刷… 洗刷刷, ~woot ~woot
Ayumi Hamasaki - M
Dynamite MC - After Party
Warning, nong post. really nong.
CAMPTEENERS... click here for the irreverent review of ur groups made by ada.. lol..
http://campteeen.wordpress.com/
First day in camp 12 to 1 am, called Samantha for miscellany stuffus..
7 am, woke up "real early" thanks to sam and her creepy laugh(it goes like: ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. slow and sequential)..
went there by cab. and heard that everyone would be in the control station, but it turns out that theres not even a single monkshillian souls in braddell mrt. PSK ppls..
so went to jssc, ALONE. and guess what?? my mates were chauffered driven there by a turbocharged Volvo.. and the rest actually arrived LATE and went to Mac'ers for their breakfast. and went to sign up for registry.. and like saw that Kids Central fella, called: Zureen(insane) if im not wrong. he starred in the show called Block 523. lol. nothing. tot hes gonna be nerdy. but he wasnt after i found out later that he slept beside me in the tent.
anyways, after that. there were like buses pickin up batches of peeps to the Sarimbun itself. and so went there. and there the hall filtered the peeps to their own schs.. oh yea, the Jamiyah Business School peeps posseses some kinda real logical mentality. no intention of offense,but they are some kinda linear-minded bunches. i dun know but they came in stripe tees(yeah, right "topshop". you convinced me enuff mr. mat) jeans, black straps 'n' studs, and make-ups.. well, waddyaknow, vanity before safety. its a camp, dammit. jeans are like.. nvm.
anyways we were having activities like uncanny ice breaking tools like this one:
friendship bingo
25. lol..so after tat, we were assigned to camp groups. and were given alphabets as a starter for our group names. and raised our tents. and back to the MPH(multi purpose hall).
oh yea, samantha got a tape nametag which says: SAM
she complained: wrong spelling!! its: sam the cute, can?
later at nite, we did discussion for the cultural nite on the other day. and the draw lots landed us a suay one for us to perform. we got: Malay Dance.. and i know we're doomed. but somehow we didnt..
Second day:
the main event for the day was: race against time.
we did King of the Hill twice! its like okay, im dirty, im gonna clean up.. okay done, yay.. then another king of the hill activity.. i tell ya, that event was like terminator. ill be back
its like we're supposed to climb up a hill covered in canvas/groundsheet and the instructor at the top, pours a combination of detergent and water, and the group's like supposed to get up the "hill",with the bombarding soap and water everyone kept slipping down to the satanic mudpatch of damnation. it was a blast!! . actually my sternum, tricep and shoulder hurts like fuck with 3-5 of my jaguar comrades standing on load. but it was fun nonetheless. the second king of the hill was jus side and die.
so theres another one, dunno waht the name of the event called but its the one that we needa move ourselves with the platform given which consists of wooden blocks and planks. it was kind of a simple task, but the catch: we needa sing, all the way, non stop.. prolly that was one of the factors that results of my husky voice, now. not including the frequent cheers which was done near hundreds of times and all.
another demented activity: caterpillar.. im sure everyone has done this before but the one i did was done on grass, infested with warrior red ants and yucky whatever. . but particularly for this, my mates were wearin their soon-to-be-disposed water activities shoes and the environment done was near eco-wasteland. also the sexyass wasnt sexy with her bionic muscular-but-small legs coiling over my puny starving stomach like a cobra.. i swear i was feeling like: Ghek Sai. and Aidil in front was ninja fast and sucked my leg into some kinda non-sexual thrust. gosh, i gotta tell you, it was Hardcore hard. safe to say, im the least sissy-est dude around, but somehow caterpillar was simply a WTF-er.
after tat we played our favourite Hawaiian-Five-O Ship game!!
i dont know why, but we certainly enjoyed it so fucking much. its so damn kickin. and my grp's people were very "song-song strong" and maybe thats why we enjoyed ourself so much!! simply the best group hands down, bar none.. wad we only think of is just having fun and we find winning unneccesary. maybe thats why jaguars are like one of the endangered species if im not wrong. seems like everyone is induced with viagra or cocaine and bags of skittles.. we are like hyper hyper.. oh yea i almost forgot. cultural night! . dunno, what to say, but our learning curve is short or something, but the routine was real easy peasy but moving it is hard though we took a long time and our performance was near crash course and instantaneous the good-est HAH.. we rule. punks. and songs used
emo anthem: welcome to the black parade - MCR
and
gay anthem: sexyback - justin timberlake
result: kick ass malay dance. woot.
oh woke my dude jaguars to bathe.. at an appropriate timing, and guess wad? they din bathe the day after.. u see. u see what i told yall. :P
Day 3.. we're supposed ot do some kinda amazing race. i knew jun xian's group is gonna own in this, and yes it did, but for my team, we din really paid particular attention for wining the entire race. went:
padang,
waterworks fountain,
citylink,
4 chopsticks,
esplanade,
bugis,
chinatown,
merlion,
malay village,
arab street
etc. and other places which i din know even existed, oh yea, we see alot of ERECTIONS.. lol
there was a point where we were like walking non-stop and everywhere we went, we sang songs from banana song, to the fruit song and the 1-2-3 left right ringtone. we were on drugs lol. had fun QC-ing at gals all thanks to our instructor.
haha, everyone was enjoying myself so much. thanks to our sponsor ICON@bugis as we went there twice to collect helium-filled balloons! and we took like more than 25-plus balloons. and ICON@bugis, its our honour to be an associate for your advertising campaign.. and Syirr taught us How To Have Fun With Helium.. and all of us were sucking in the helium and we sounded damn funny.
oh we cheated for the event, lol. we went to the NLB for their internet facility to look for the answers of the amazing race.
and at night was the camp fire... and there was this dancing QUEEN challenge, and SEXYASS! was burnin the dancefloor.. she was blindfolded and afterwhich, one by one, dancers were eliminated. JJ were cheering their asses off! and broke our voices.. thanks sexyass// but she paused and got second. lost to some malay chic, which dances non stop(possible crack addict).. well theres also the dancing KING.. they picked me.. well, if you all know me well enough, im aggressive competetive person. an ATHLETE.(yaya) do whatever to win, and yes i did. i cheated my ass all the way to 3rd placing.. :D muahahaha i was a dancing puppet. well anyways, winning wasnt important after all. and then after tat we did our cheer with the volume THX-quality DTS surround sound powered and released our balloons, auld lang syne'd and then revealing of angel and mortals, my mortal is so cute.. and guess wad?? my angel was nurul.. and im like: wtf? really? haha.. no wonder she was so nice to me.. tellin me all the malay tradition and all. ahahah [= and then PRESS PLAY! Disco! it was a serious nutter.. mira and sexy ass were party animals. woahahaha. and jovy was like: hey, im sad and bored.. dance wit me/haha.. and i did. whatever. she was feelin miserable, and currently still feels like tat., anyhos. after that, we din gif a fuck abt the movie under the stars(madagascar. nigga please) instead we went to the dinning area to BOND. i was torn between my fellow dudes and dudettes from mother monks hill and the new found friends.. well anyho, i can meet my fellow mhss frens anytime anyday. so we played truth (no dare, prolly big eye julie is the only one that pulled off the banana dance in front of everyone.), and we asked uncomfy questions, also laughing our asses off. it was FUN. i wonder how much fun my fellow mhssians had with the indian poker.
afterwards, we promised each other that we're gonna bathe together at 4am. and next thing i know, i woke up at 6.30. lol.
Last DAY!! we're the last group to strike them tents, irony cos we built them the fastest, back in day 1.. but still,we were singin and unpitchin' with different pitch.. hahahaha, a more noticable sign of voice breaking.. cleaning up, we had "fun" looking for that one missing PEG!. and then we played the ship game. again! grp photos, prize presentation, yada yada.. sad as we went back to JSSC and i was selected to be campteen alumni meeting. and went lunch at kfc(ran by deaf peoples.. LOL) with "jammer" abigail(oh yea, she got an impeccable taste of music, can?) , kenneth, sexy ass and sammie.. we're like popping straws real killer loud and those deaf ppls cant hear it at all..and damn ROFL.. and haha sexy ass is so pro in racist jokes.. lol.. we stayed there unleashing our dying breath of laughters.. like an aftermath of laugh war.. croaking then back home.. bathed my ass off and i went online.. and again. them again JUICY JAGUAR.. oh i gotta say, the camp was beyond enjoyment. this camp far from what i expected.... tot its gonna be some kinda camp jim. but it was a total contrary..
with peoples like:
sam, sexyass, kenneth, anba, karthik, daryl, aidil, mimie, mira, cheng ning, maria, nina, nurul, mid, julie, jovin, ada and syirr!!
lol... i love my group. i love them i love them!
for my JAGUARS!! was a waste that i din bring my cam. just banana me baby!
and i like owe gratitudes and attitudes to my dudes:
sam the emo,
I LOVE YOUR FRECKLES!
but how suay.. why are you in my group!! tsk.. fate. erm, sad thing my brit'en is bett'er then ye brit'en, babeh..
history of the Juicy Jaguar name.
me: i wan it to be jaguar.
sam: no, juicy.
me: jaguar.
sam: juicy!
me: jaguar dammit!!
sam: juicy la!! okay okay, why not: juicy jaguar.. how bout tat?
me and the rest: alright.
sexy ass,
got nothing much to say about your obsessions with bananas, but ur dance was bananas..that song buttons by PCD was made very hazardous by none of the lan-cing queens but you.. matter of fact, i think you should've won lor. so learn more dance steps, go break a leg!. and err.. continue to shake that thing.. go look for me when you think ur "advanced" enuff.. lol i sound so shi-fu.
kenneth blaine,
mr street magic.. i knew the trick.. but it jus requires alot of practice and fast skilled-ed fingers.. i can like reveal the biggest "psychic" skill to everyone, but though it was cool and entertainin' nonetheless. oh yap. enjoy st. pats. erm, hope u can find a way to bend plastic forks and spoons instead. oh, and u got more of that malay accent than me..
sial lah, that tent damn smelly, bodoh - from this chinese man
anba chocolate bar,
thanks for putting up with our indian jokes, irony. cos ur indian and u laughed, and also its supposed to be a racial camp.. lol. erm, good luck wit ur magic stick. sad that u gotta fly all the way back to india and we gotta meet in vivo without our little anba..
karthik,
the another half of the juicy jaguar's KITKAT twins. he slept with a punjabi suit. and the smell of his side of the bed. omg.. sometimes, i almost wanna blast my fist to your face but nvm. please change.. we got faith in you. please haf more style.. dun raise ur socks.
send my regards to your gf in aus lol.
daryl,
helium, flat top lol. maris stella..
if im a millionaire, im more than willing to sponsor you to INSTALL bracers.. lol.. funny.
HAHAHAH. rofl. loll. i laugh for nothing everytime i think of this guy.
aidil
enjoy ka chuak!you took the helium and said: nothing!! then u took it again, and it goes like narrttheeinng.. hahah. he got samantha as his bro's girlfriend. erm, this guy has ALOT of girlfriends i tell ya. lol. erm, we go high late at nite with insect repellant and one of my many laughing racist joke buddies.. haha. oh yea. hook me up with a chic when i need. can?
mimie,
he likes to masterbed lol... its masturbate. dammit! nah, dunno whether he loves masturbating, but the joke from this guy here damn funny. erm, oh yea, i wrote this half only for your half singaporean side, lol..
mira,
the food vacuum. lol. fuckin cute can?. guys out there whose interested with her, dun ever bring her to buffets like seoul garden. waste money. lol. oh yea, u sure can dance real well and ur drawing skills kills lol.. real sweet. go art school! yay.
try eating with bigger scoops when using spoons. lol
maria enigma,
Listen to Ayumi Hamasaki - M .. Please.. lol. erm, u got alot of potential. expecially when u led us kick-ass performance of malay dance. but sad thing that u emo-ed all the way, and u stare at us in a scary manner. heh.. but we find you real motivating at most times.. so keep ya head up real high, yeah?!
nina,
also known as kanina, love to hear your british accent. and your really a sports car lor.. dun believe me. Lotus is also a British-Malaysian car manufacturer lor.. erm, u look like angmoh, but speak like a typical local. thats so wrong. erm.. better speak up more.. u laugh more than u talk.. which i find damn creepy.
cheng ning,
wo de mortal.. lol
你是很好的凡人。以某种方法，你多数时候使我变得幸福 以及我不知道为什么..
其大象我的好朋友一样有你 用于是我的朋友的感谢. 我真正欣赏它。一天，我将在听比赛视你为废物，在我足够努力地和长期训练以后 直到我的水平是足够高的
看转交到在 vivo 城市再度看见你
我期待你无论什么认为我刚刚说
我爱程 tng
LOL
nurul rule,
my Angel. lol. and this angel wans a date with me.. lol. how cute. what an angel.. but dunno whether she was a good angel or not. well, she actually came to the camp with a single badminton racket.. dunno what her intention was maybe she tot that theres another person to bring one.. also.. at least if u bring two, ppls can play right? haha no la.. oh yea, she told me to find the best singles female badminton player in my school to come look for her.. wah. real fighter man. anyways thanks for the 'introduction' of malay tradition. was a pleasure and pretty much love it.
mid ,
CHOKESLAM!!! lolololol... hahha.. first impression here for this woman here can be a real epitome of: BRUTE. no offense lar.. but anyways shes a gentle giant.. and i find it cute when she shouts: JJ, and no one said, jeng jeng jeng jeng.. sorry ya.
oh yea, you are very muscular!@
julie big eye,
shes like scary stuff.. she got big eyes and yes, its also big. literally. i dunno shes the female leader of the group and, when she fucks up something during a challenge, she would be like: SEE ITS ALL YOUR FAULT, THANKS JULIE!.. okay.. i find that self corporal mortification a lil bit of a hardcore beat down., nvm with all the mistakes u made, its always forgiven.. and we always find that cute and dun forget. the jaguars always love the one and only big eye.. lol.
jovin,
dunno whats the speculation on what happened to you in the girls camp late in the night before the last day of the camp.. creepy. but as always, your funny. dun wory, theres still plenty boys in maris stella that sports flat-top haircut and yea, im sure they'll love playing helium too.. lol. oh yea, ur poodle is CUTE..
ada,
you got a somewhat profound sexy voice.. and the yakkers that doesnt stop opening and closing.
you're like the rah-rah-est of all excos. though u got slit-like small eyes but still ur considered a big eye. lol.. erm, take care of ur leg and haf adequate amount of sleep, ya? oh your name is cool. and no, its not called the placebo effect. heh.
syirr,
shes so cool, to a level where i think it requires some kinda essay specially for her.. lol.
she understands what im sayin.. lol.. better teach me how to insult indirectly to wayward posers while hanging out and im amped to learn how to bodysurf, lol! haha.. erm. nah, really. i got alot of things to say abt you lol. haha.
and
mervy merv mervin aka rabbit,
purchase a faster car.. well, get a car at least.. this fella is a motivational talker, and one of the 3 crazy instructors of Campteen. sad enough cos that the other 2 crazy one din make their group as crazy as ours :P
yeap i love yall.. esp the 1-2-3, left 1-2-3, right ringtone and the itchy witcy in my backy wacky honda honda oh no, my mitsubishi lancer song.. from to the demonic pits of dirt to the "cleanest" -5 star toilet in singapore and the disgustin random sight of guy's morning erections to the scenic view of campfire nightlife.. from the MUDS to MATS... its simply the best camp ever.. 3 cheers and 3 cheers to CampTeen.
Hip hip! Hurrahy-/// cough cough..
erm, juicy jaguars... meet at vivo some other time can? er.. thursday is no way and friday i dunno cant make it. sat to mon is a no way Hosé..
洗刷刷, 洗刷刷… 洗刷刷, ~woot ~woot
Juicy Jaguar!
current songs listening to:
-watermelon, watermelon, banana, banana, cherry cherry cherry, cherry cherry cherry, rambutan, rambutan.
-yay-na day cutty-cutty wow-wow? WAIL WAIL!!
-and another one that goes like: (chinese gal:zhai lai yi tze!),
si shua shua si shua shua, si shua shua . ~woot ~woot
recently i've lost my manly voice. to a more coarse manly-er husky voice(oh yea, matter of fact i actually TALKED literally to nicki, contrary to many, she dun really sound like that le). gosh i though im gonna sound jie sheng macho, but ends up croaking like bad signal radio..
this is all thanks to CAMPTEEN 2006.
i think its the mother of all camp...
chinese man, zhishin.
Fuu-Yoo is the name of his group and fuu-yoo.. it is. hahha he got thrown into a group thats infested with mats.. funny, cos i got the same treatment for 4 years longer and a classroom full of them in MHSS. only that they are all chinese..
the toilet facility which met somewhat similar standards of any five star hotel, i tell ya. maybe back in the 60's or 40's
but theres this ladder which works as a pull up bar. and it was like in the mass shower circle. and it was connected to the water tank at the top..
so it was 4 am, i was alone doin pull ups and the shower head in the spraying to the back.. sweet massage. solitude. im emo. thats gay. nonono im not argh!
mudbath and dance.
oh yea, i cant dance there. everyone says that i was a puppet.
lol. if only theres benny benassi or MOMO tunes.
yeap, my team sacrificed the goal to win the twisties hamper for better things such as experiences you would treasure fo the rest of your life. like somethings can never haf ever again.
i dont wanna grow up. im a toys-r-us kid...
learnt a new jokes. and my generous side of me convinces me to share one of them to ya'll:
one day in a bar, and a beggar went up to the bartender and asks for a tooth pick. he gave him, he left saying thanks. then another beggar came asking for a toothpick, he gave him too. and same happened. another and another beggar came... all askin for a piece of toothpick. then a beggar came, the bartender said, oh im pretty sure that u need a toothpick right?
he said no, but instead he wanted a straw..
why?
ans: because later he said someone just vomited outside the bar.. and his fellow beggar friends ate away the bits and pieces, and whats left is the juice.
OMG BE RIGHT BACK, im gonna update more on this.. i swear i got alot more things to say.ill update later.OMG LOL>>> brbbrbrb
-watermelon, watermelon, banana, banana, cherry cherry cherry, cherry cherry cherry, rambutan, rambutan.
-yay-na day cutty-cutty wow-wow? WAIL WAIL!!
-and another one that goes like: (chinese gal:zhai lai yi tze!),
si shua shua si shua shua, si shua shua . ~woot ~woot
recently i've lost my manly voice. to a more coarse manly-er husky voice(oh yea, matter of fact i actually TALKED literally to nicki, contrary to many, she dun really sound like that le). gosh i though im gonna sound jie sheng macho, but ends up croaking like bad signal radio..
this is all thanks to CAMPTEEN 2006.
i think its the mother of all camp...
chinese man, zhishin.
Fuu-Yoo is the name of his group and fuu-yoo.. it is. hahha he got thrown into a group thats infested with mats.. funny, cos i got the same treatment for 4 years longer and a classroom full of them in MHSS. only that they are all chinese..
the toilet facility which met somewhat similar standards of any five star hotel, i tell ya. maybe back in the 60's or 40's
but theres this ladder which works as a pull up bar. and it was like in the mass shower circle. and it was connected to the water tank at the top..
so it was 4 am, i was alone doin pull ups and the shower head in the spraying to the back.. sweet massage. solitude. im emo. thats gay. nonono im not argh!
mudbath and dance.
oh yea, i cant dance there. everyone says that i was a puppet.
lol. if only theres benny benassi or MOMO tunes.
yeap, my team sacrificed the goal to win the twisties hamper for better things such as experiences you would treasure fo the rest of your life. like somethings can never haf ever again.
i dont wanna grow up. im a toys-r-us kid...
learnt a new jokes. and my generous side of me convinces me to share one of them to ya'll:
one day in a bar, and a beggar went up to the bartender and asks for a tooth pick. he gave him, he left saying thanks. then another beggar came asking for a toothpick, he gave him too. and same happened. another and another beggar came... all askin for a piece of toothpick. then a beggar came, the bartender said, oh im pretty sure that u need a toothpick right?
he said no, but instead he wanted a straw..
why?
ans: because later he said someone just vomited outside the bar.. and his fellow beggar friends ate away the bits and pieces, and whats left is the juice.
OMG BE RIGHT BACK, im gonna update more on this.. i swear i got alot more things to say.ill update later.OMG LOL>>> brbbrbrb
Monday, November 20, 2006
the 200th post.
current song listening to: Love Me Or Hate Me - Lady Sovereign
o is for o level, and 'o'-ver.
and so to for the show called: The Oh in Ohio.. ya'll gotta watch it. and boy i got alott of things to talk about, but theres nothin much better to tell than yesterday's mhss flag lowerin ceremony.
so sad, so sad... its a sad sad situation.
so i went to school wearing full school uniform..
prolly u wont see the building this cool anymore.
the flags high up, still kickin and erect.
all kinds of alumnis. from real old-school veteran to jus yester-year's grads. well, most of them drives mercedes. and park it next door. cos our car park here is minuscle.. and like many are aristocrats and CEO's. im like monks hill's needs an ill chill pill.. ya feel. :) well, alot brought their digicam and went snap-happy. the atmosphere was nearly like MOS on weekends.
the turn out: very "little" came.
yap, yap, monkshillkicksyomumzass, yap, something, something, yap, something, yap...
mrs ang.
i rurrve monksh' heel. sob.
mrs lillian goh.
mr seow. still lookin cool.
so mr syed talked ALOT so cut the bullshit.. after a session of yadas'. the flag lowerin itself..
MRS GOMEZ!! she looks like a monkshillian student with that bag and, she looks so young, you may think tat its christopher's older sister..
ron low and miss low
feels like early 6.30 am.. assembly's gonna start soon. c
surrounded by 'chics'.
this is like a perfect contrary comparison to 2006's recess population.
foo jay chou, ng buay kan, manchester lee
me and mr 8-Pecs
satan's little sister, me and mizzy yu lin
randall
one quarter of the hell class.
mo-ron, jaffar aka "rat", morgan, P.K, me.
me, royal ass, and some woman.
okay, im gettin tired of this peace sign on lips pose.
o is for o level, and 'o'-ver.
and so to for the show called: The Oh in Ohio.. ya'll gotta watch it. and boy i got alott of things to talk about, but theres nothin much better to tell than yesterday's mhss flag lowerin ceremony.
so sad, so sad... its a sad sad situation.
so i went to school wearing full school uniform..
and:
haha. hey, look, sua-ku.
prolly u wont see the building this cool anymore.
the flags high up, still kickin and erect.
all kinds of alumnis. from real old-school veteran to jus yester-year's grads. well, most of them drives mercedes. and park it next door. cos our car park here is minuscle.. and like many are aristocrats and CEO's. im like monks hill's needs an ill chill pill.. ya feel. :) well, alot brought their digicam and went snap-happy. the atmosphere was nearly like MOS on weekends.the turn out: very "little" came.
the temperature was mere-inferno i tell ya..
yap, yap, monkshillkicksyomumzass, yap, something, something, yap, something, yap...mrs ang.
i rurrve monksh' heel. sob.
mrs lillian goh.
mr seow. still lookin cool.
so mr syed talked ALOT so cut the bullshit.. after a session of yadas'. the flag lowerin itself.. here it goes:
so cool. aww.. look everyones CRYING..click this link if u cant view.
MRS GOMEZ!! she looks like a monkshillian student with that bag and, she looks so young, you may think tat its christopher's older sister..
buddy buddy mr.OZL
oh, mrs han's not crying..
nasimah and her right-hand chic, nadzirah
oh, mrs han's not crying..
nasimah and her right-hand chic, nadzirah
ron low and miss low
feels like early 6.30 am.. assembly's gonna start soon. c
surrounded by 'chics'.
this is like a perfect contrary comparison to 2006's recess population.
foo jay chou, ng buay kan, manchester lee
me and mr 8-Pecs
satan's little sister, me and mizzy yu lin
randall
one quarter of the hell class.
mo-ron, jaffar aka "rat", morgan, P.K, me.
me, royal ass, and some woman.
okay, im gettin tired of this peace sign on lips pose.err.. royal ass, ur pics here:
lol. check it out, yin yang.
lol. check it out, yin yang.
theres a part 2. i got more.. hopefully i can share it wif ya'll or something. like my miscellany school stuffus to mr muscle, hustle the tustle.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
missin in action.. its been aeons
current songs listening to:
Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice
Some Chinese Song That I Find Annoyingly Addictive - Foo Jie Sheng and the Choir.
(word: a real nong post.. this post is really nong. would like take a nong time to read this nong post)
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woahh.. sex potion.. somekinda aphrodisiac. omgosh im talkin about Magnolia's Oat milk. oat milk geddit? its the mr kennedy drink.. oat milk from fresh milk, lo-fat, hi-cal, hilarious, magnolia... from fresh milk.. yall should try it out. from fresh milk.. it kinda gives u this drive to like do it. which is a real appropriate reason why im blogging now.
kickin/
So recently, was like i let all of you down like real down, and ive been recieving hate mails from peoples demanding tat i should post a new entry since now its been a month. or weeks or whatever. as if i owe you fuckers something. alot of shit happened i tell ya. and also shit, how can i start my shit.. photologs and school tributary and shit like tat. erm, kinda depends on what kind of mood i feel like tellin. dun worry, miscellany not included. like totally filtered.. worthwhile of your time and mine.
Well here i am, nothing much in particular to say except that i was studying for my exam for a fucking MONTH. Thirty days. i studied, mugged, crammed, got my eyes fixed on notes and my two hands are getting real sick with contact with paper, woke up late, slept even later, insomnia, panda, shat rock-hard turds, bloody mucus runs down my nose every morning, i sniffed more freuently than Kim Kok lisped, gained weight faster than Renee Zellweger, at times, loses more weight than Mary-Kate Olsen. It was a god-damned blast.
the highlight with the exams, however, was that it took a whole life out of me.. like a soulsucker.
brings the laughter in manslaughter... the FUN in funeral.
well i find that its kinda dumb if you discuss and comment about your questions and answers to ur friends after taking the papers.. weeping and knocking urself out of damnit-ness after knowing the right answer was actually wrong after comparing with ur frens.. done is fuckin done. its like as if its gonna change a thing. technically no fuckin way your gonna have a change of mark by doing so.
and i got a bet with my good dude friend (recently he got a new blog) that they are gonna keep it on like this and never gonna change the topic(exam) till we reached Esso as we walked out of school.
i won the bet, bought our food and stuffus and whatnot, yap yap yap. same topic. same subject.
extend the bet to the bank, still they yap, bet won. to the traffic intersection, bet won. to KK, bet won. the bets was totally pointless.. gay ppls
the view and texture of paper. black fonts. fulscap paper. 2B pencils. highlighter. calculator. notes. textbook. dear God help me..
i think a milder but near-perfect description of the study and exam experience was like having all of the exam papers, textbooks, worksheets, fys'es, tys'es and all tat, each rolled up into a long shaft and then shoved up straight in the ass. real hard. prolonged. one after another. torrents of upcoming papers. then comes your stationeries turn. yup, it was THAT ANAL...
lucky thing tat DnT paper up-and-coming next week and we are given a week to like "recuperate" from the papers cos everyone knows that weekends is never enough.. like the point of potential energy in the stress pendulum. if not the whole experience would like be more of a rectal annabelle chong..
well, bottomline: 'O' levels is unhealthy..
so lets see my class before the start of the exam. a pre-war look at the o levels.
here, the perks. all class sessions in AVA theatrette.
everyone studying their asses off.
its real cold.. the AC temperature of the room.. fur coats are like required. jackets are shit and useless. .
engulfing aura of wafting silence in the class. everyones doing their work. which like never happened before.
then comes the marshmallow man from Ghostbuster The Movie.
and then:
the dude side. all busy studying. another great pictorial proof that the place was more than a conducive study environment
then out of no fucking where:
its not what you see. shes not teaching. shes like elbowing jie sheng, pinning down his head to the table...
but if u look close enough, u can see jun xian's boner.
"punctual" 9.30am on a normal school day. yet still a quite decent timing of arrival.. oh yea, i was loitering around the school when i took this pic. "study break" and im like at the HOD. a hornet nest. braincentre for disciplinary punishment. hairy monster isnt around.. no worries. oh yea, if you happen to read this, HI!.
a moment of absolute concentration with work on hand.. u can strongly feel the intense focus shes havin jus by looking at it.
The 5A version of being productive.
i slapped him so hard, my sony camera's hi-speed tolerance frame capture cant handle that much of a swipe. the scary words from previously(and unfortunately many) slapped by me:
slice like a ninja, cut like a razorblade.
yep, and they were just referring to my fingers only.
scenic utopian view of our once pleasure and torture chambers.
was once used to be little kids studies on the first level of that block. the cooler kids is above that and then move on to another block. then coolest kids line up where the pic is currently standing on. the cooler you are, the higher your rooms. and coolest gets the lowest.
but since the big SYED arrival, he ruled that shit out with his legislation of the home room system, everything change.
or whatever tat is.
candid shots happened to take gayest stance of me caught on camera.
christopher and assile
this class was like the coolest room ever.. so as the teacher too.. but ironically not my grades...
she looks pimpin' jus like always.
above and beyond landscape. heard tat ACS is like gonna make a chapel here.
silence in our near vacant canteen.
yeah, word.
undeserving winner house of 2006 i might say.. wth man. here, mrs ang and her fellow Victory house compatriots. its her birthday today. 16th.
ugh.. look at them. despicable. vigour vigour tsunami!
and like im gonna miss this dude. he and his ratty 1988 Yamaha rx-k 125cc sports motorbike..
stylo.
headin' home. "immobile lunch"
happy family.. mhmm.. thats what OTHER classes refer their class as.
but if 5A is a family, our parents must be like all dysfunctional, tai-tai chinese mum, with a foster skinny step-mum and a dad with a near-unknown-middle-eastern ethnicity with sperms and ovums so bad ass which some way or another gave birth to different kinds of bastard offspring resulting to hybrid satan kids. they were all like series of lots chinese kids, some malay kids, couple of indians, a hindi kid, an indo kid which came out of a golden egg, a malaysian fella, a chindian kid, and a jewish kid (lol). family meetings were never complete, a closely bonded sisterly love between the girls and no such thing as brotherly love.. shouting is more of a greet.
and the word, shit and fuck is more or less affectionate, an oi is jus like dear.. oh what a family..
whao. memories of school life. kinda sad that we're not gonna experience shit like this daily anymore. monks hill should be like still kickin and alive. but anyways good thing i left before goin to BHSS. :)
so like what better ways to release yourself from a whole week of intense hardcore mental fuckfest than to go jogging.
it took millenias waiting in tanglin mall for tiffy. and since christmas is coming, they set up a gigantamous christmas tree on the front.. she took so 'blardy' long tat i could even memorise the sequence of characters on the christmas tree, from bottom up..
First layer, drummer boy, second, pipers, then third some farmers, fourth a mother,then a kid with a basket, a geese/goose/swan/bird, then golden rings, then pigeons, then very top is a Golden Star.. and i deserve that for memorising all that.
wooot, it was uber liberating.' sad to know that i manage to only run a quarter of the total i used to run. and drop by for a light pig-out at The Prata Shop..
look at the pic above, which miraculously i happened to find salvage in one of the ulu-est folder.. a before and after look of o level.
before,
me:
shitty haircut,
NO pimples,
fat hands,
no facial hair
not fat
tiff:
perfect alignment of bracers
well tied up and groomed hair
a dual black sex band ashlee simpsons' braid bracelet
not fat
after,
me:
shittier hair cut
near mor peng, but not(NEVER! lol),
shrivelled, dendritic veins looping all over viewable thru skeletal hands
growing a light stubble.
fat
tiffy:
bent criss-cross bracers
loose, no treatment necessary/
still a dual black sex band ashlee simpsons' braid bracelet
somewhat fat
tragic. cos we used to complete the full run with the slightest of ease. blah, we used-ta-be THA SHIT back then... you see the results and aftermath of the o's. hey, i dun suck but i gotta tell you, gravitational pull seems alot stronger after the exams.. ur diet, no matter how strict it is, eventually, ur gonna get fat. late night mugging in macs and all. candies and chocolates.. mcdeliveries. chicken rice, bla bla bla. they pull ur ass closer and closer down to the ground. and one of the reason could be that ur taking O levels. the nearerr ur exams come, the nearer ur ass to the Earth's core.
update: went for another re-run of a run, but this time, completed half. a progress at least.
"ya got ma' temperature risin' like what? el nin-yo!. rain rain rain. im burnin up in here.. burnin' hawtt-ah" omg.
Tata Young's solo album is like the musical equivalent of painful, burning, gut-wrenching, unbearably smelly diarrhea. explosive and uncontrollable. misery in its purest form.
this is assuming that, say, Illinoise, or The White Album are examples of nice, solid-but-not-too-hard poop logs that seem to glide gracefully and effortlessly out of your innards in an almost pleasing way, and, amazingly, manage to require no wiping at all.
currently the mtv, my sister and the living room television is playing "El Nin-yo" at a deafening volume, and yeah, i hope Tata Young gets STD from a hot lesbian girlfriend and never records any music ever again. actually it would be more satisfying if she did record more music, and not a single person cared about it. but that's giving people too much credit. i have more faith in the hot lesbian girlfriend.
and oh yea, campTEEN is so coming. and yeah, im taking part. sadly, im feelin so amped jus like anyone else whose taking part.. hope it like doesnt suck at all. which requires me to do something like this:
omg.
oh yea, it suck to haf ur comp to be this powderful:
i swear i never do any means of photoshoppping or whatnot. this is an actual print screen of the very computer im using now.
seriously, this comp seriously cant run. but yet i still am able to blog, msn live messenger, itunes and send musics. and oh yea, the hard disk space is a measly4gb... my ipod has sevenfold more space.
impossible? i know.
gosh 5 am.. woo bloggy, i am back. promise i try to give my best effort to blog more often.
Good God, i better get to sleep
Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice
Some Chinese Song That I Find Annoyingly Addictive - Foo Jie Sheng and the Choir.
(word: a real nong post.. this post is really nong. would like take a nong time to read this nong post)
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carifornia ruuuuuuurve..
woahh.. sex potion.. somekinda aphrodisiac. omgosh im talkin about Magnolia's Oat milk. oat milk geddit? its the mr kennedy drink.. oat milk from fresh milk, lo-fat, hi-cal, hilarious, magnolia... from fresh milk.. yall should try it out. from fresh milk.. it kinda gives u this drive to like do it. which is a real appropriate reason why im blogging now.
kickin/
So recently, was like i let all of you down like real down, and ive been recieving hate mails from peoples demanding tat i should post a new entry since now its been a month. or weeks or whatever. as if i owe you fuckers something. alot of shit happened i tell ya. and also shit, how can i start my shit.. photologs and school tributary and shit like tat. erm, kinda depends on what kind of mood i feel like tellin. dun worry, miscellany not included. like totally filtered.. worthwhile of your time and mine.
Well here i am, nothing much in particular to say except that i was studying for my exam for a fucking MONTH. Thirty days. i studied, mugged, crammed, got my eyes fixed on notes and my two hands are getting real sick with contact with paper, woke up late, slept even later, insomnia, panda, shat rock-hard turds, bloody mucus runs down my nose every morning, i sniffed more freuently than Kim Kok lisped, gained weight faster than Renee Zellweger, at times, loses more weight than Mary-Kate Olsen. It was a god-damned blast.
the highlight with the exams, however, was that it took a whole life out of me.. like a soulsucker.
brings the laughter in manslaughter... the FUN in funeral.
well i find that its kinda dumb if you discuss and comment about your questions and answers to ur friends after taking the papers.. weeping and knocking urself out of damnit-ness after knowing the right answer was actually wrong after comparing with ur frens.. done is fuckin done. its like as if its gonna change a thing. technically no fuckin way your gonna have a change of mark by doing so.
and i got a bet with my good dude friend (recently he got a new blog) that they are gonna keep it on like this and never gonna change the topic(exam) till we reached Esso as we walked out of school.
i won the bet, bought our food and stuffus and whatnot, yap yap yap. same topic. same subject.
extend the bet to the bank, still they yap, bet won. to the traffic intersection, bet won. to KK, bet won. the bets was totally pointless.. gay ppls
the view and texture of paper. black fonts. fulscap paper. 2B pencils. highlighter. calculator. notes. textbook. dear God help me..
i think a milder but near-perfect description of the study and exam experience was like having all of the exam papers, textbooks, worksheets, fys'es, tys'es and all tat, each rolled up into a long shaft and then shoved up straight in the ass. real hard. prolonged. one after another. torrents of upcoming papers. then comes your stationeries turn. yup, it was THAT ANAL...
lucky thing tat DnT paper up-and-coming next week and we are given a week to like "recuperate" from the papers cos everyone knows that weekends is never enough.. like the point of potential energy in the stress pendulum. if not the whole experience would like be more of a rectal annabelle chong..
well, bottomline: 'O' levels is unhealthy..
so lets see my class before the start of the exam. a pre-war look at the o levels.
here, the perks. all class sessions in AVA theatrette.
everyone studying their asses off.
its real cold.. the AC temperature of the room.. fur coats are like required. jackets are shit and useless. .
engulfing aura of wafting silence in the class. everyones doing their work. which like never happened before.
then comes the marshmallow man from Ghostbuster The Movie.
and then:
the dude side. all busy studying. another great pictorial proof that the place was more than a conducive study environment
then out of no fucking where:
its not what you see. shes not teaching. shes like elbowing jie sheng, pinning down his head to the table...
but if u look close enough, u can see jun xian's boner.
"punctual" 9.30am on a normal school day. yet still a quite decent timing of arrival.. oh yea, i was loitering around the school when i took this pic. "study break" and im like at the HOD. a hornet nest. braincentre for disciplinary punishment. hairy monster isnt around.. no worries. oh yea, if you happen to read this, HI!.
a moment of absolute concentration with work on hand.. u can strongly feel the intense focus shes havin jus by looking at it.
The 5A version of being productive.
i slapped him so hard, my sony camera's hi-speed tolerance frame capture cant handle that much of a swipe. the scary words from previously(and unfortunately many) slapped by me:
slice like a ninja, cut like a razorblade.
yep, and they were just referring to my fingers only.
scenic utopian view of our once pleasure and torture chambers.
was once used to be little kids studies on the first level of that block. the cooler kids is above that and then move on to another block. then coolest kids line up where the pic is currently standing on. the cooler you are, the higher your rooms. and coolest gets the lowest.
but since the big SYED arrival, he ruled that shit out with his legislation of the home room system, everything change.
or whatever tat is.
candid shots happened to take gayest stance of me caught on camera.
christopher and assile
this class was like the coolest room ever.. so as the teacher too.. but ironically not my grades...
she looks pimpin' jus like always.
above and beyond landscape. heard tat ACS is like gonna make a chapel here.
silence in our near vacant canteen.
yeah, word.
undeserving winner house of 2006 i might say.. wth man. here, mrs ang and her fellow Victory house compatriots. its her birthday today. 16th.ugh.. look at them. despicable. vigour vigour tsunami!
and like im gonna miss this dude. he and his ratty 1988 Yamaha rx-k 125cc sports motorbike..
stylo.
headin' home. "immobile lunch"
happy family.. mhmm.. thats what OTHER classes refer their class as.
but if 5A is a family, our parents must be like all dysfunctional, tai-tai chinese mum, with a foster skinny step-mum and a dad with a near-unknown-middle-eastern ethnicity with sperms and ovums so bad ass which some way or another gave birth to different kinds of bastard offspring resulting to hybrid satan kids. they were all like series of lots chinese kids, some malay kids, couple of indians, a hindi kid, an indo kid which came out of a golden egg, a malaysian fella, a chindian kid, and a jewish kid (lol). family meetings were never complete, a closely bonded sisterly love between the girls and no such thing as brotherly love.. shouting is more of a greet.
and the word, shit and fuck is more or less affectionate, an oi is jus like dear.. oh what a family..
whao. memories of school life. kinda sad that we're not gonna experience shit like this daily anymore. monks hill should be like still kickin and alive. but anyways good thing i left before goin to BHSS. :)
so like what better ways to release yourself from a whole week of intense hardcore mental fuckfest than to go jogging.
it took millenias waiting in tanglin mall for tiffy. and since christmas is coming, they set up a gigantamous christmas tree on the front.. she took so 'blardy' long tat i could even memorise the sequence of characters on the christmas tree, from bottom up..
First layer, drummer boy, second, pipers, then third some farmers, fourth a mother,then a kid with a basket, a geese/goose/swan/bird, then golden rings, then pigeons, then very top is a Golden Star.. and i deserve that for memorising all that.
wooot, it was uber liberating.' sad to know that i manage to only run a quarter of the total i used to run. and drop by for a light pig-out at The Prata Shop..
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look at the pic above, which miraculously i happened to find salvage in one of the ulu-est folder.. a before and after look of o level.
before,
me:
shitty haircut,
NO pimples,
fat hands,
no facial hair
not fat
tiff:
perfect alignment of bracers
well tied up and groomed hair
a dual black sex band ashlee simpsons' braid bracelet
not fat
after,
me:
shittier hair cut
near mor peng, but not(NEVER! lol),
shrivelled, dendritic veins looping all over viewable thru skeletal hands
growing a light stubble.
fat
tiffy:
bent criss-cross bracers
loose, no treatment necessary/
still a dual black sex band ashlee simpsons' braid bracelet
somewhat fat
tragic. cos we used to complete the full run with the slightest of ease. blah, we used-ta-be THA SHIT back then... you see the results and aftermath of the o's. hey, i dun suck but i gotta tell you, gravitational pull seems alot stronger after the exams.. ur diet, no matter how strict it is, eventually, ur gonna get fat. late night mugging in macs and all. candies and chocolates.. mcdeliveries. chicken rice, bla bla bla. they pull ur ass closer and closer down to the ground. and one of the reason could be that ur taking O levels. the nearerr ur exams come, the nearer ur ass to the Earth's core.
update: went for another re-run of a run, but this time, completed half. a progress at least.
"ya got ma' temperature risin' like what? el nin-yo!. rain rain rain. im burnin up in here.. burnin' hawtt-ah" omg.
Tata Young's solo album is like the musical equivalent of painful, burning, gut-wrenching, unbearably smelly diarrhea. explosive and uncontrollable. misery in its purest form.
this is assuming that, say, Illinoise, or The White Album are examples of nice, solid-but-not-too-hard poop logs that seem to glide gracefully and effortlessly out of your innards in an almost pleasing way, and, amazingly, manage to require no wiping at all.
currently the mtv, my sister and the living room television is playing "El Nin-yo" at a deafening volume, and yeah, i hope Tata Young gets STD from a hot lesbian girlfriend and never records any music ever again. actually it would be more satisfying if she did record more music, and not a single person cared about it. but that's giving people too much credit. i have more faith in the hot lesbian girlfriend.
and oh yea, campTEEN is so coming. and yeah, im taking part. sadly, im feelin so amped jus like anyone else whose taking part.. hope it like doesnt suck at all. which requires me to do something like this:
omg.
oh yea, it suck to haf ur comp to be this powderful:
i swear i never do any means of photoshoppping or whatnot. this is an actual print screen of the very computer im using now.
seriously, this comp seriously cant run. but yet i still am able to blog, msn live messenger, itunes and send musics. and oh yea, the hard disk space is a measly4gb... my ipod has sevenfold more space.
impossible? i know.
gosh 5 am.. woo bloggy, i am back. promise i try to give my best effort to blog more often.
Good God, i better get to sleep
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