Monday, July 31, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
apparently ye.
im startin to learn the basics of mathematics... thanks for the algebra revision given by mr kamal elektra, im somehwat startin to produce a slight hint of progress on math.
cool fella.
then theres laser war in math class as mr kamal elektra's class is oppositely facing miss tay's class room. and boyoboy.. we had fun. not childish, cos teacher laughed also.
war ended wehn miss tay's class signed a peace treaty by closing the windows and doors, creating a barrier from our super red laser cannon from passing thru.
contrary to belief, monkshillians are somewhat fashionable.
bang. there everyone looks waaay diff from what u normally expect.. felt out of fucking place. if it wouldnt for my dual growth on the parallel two axis on the top-back of my head;( damn i wish i could look like a demon.) i would have look waylot phenomenal without that hoodie to cover my visual hair defects..
cos i went to the where i belong concert..
guess what? it sucked. more of a talk than a show performance... i rather spend the ticket money on 2 hrs of dorkfest like lan gaming... or 2 double cheeseburger from macs. damn right im cheap! my fren took home both the pens meant specially for the feedback form and the promotional singapore badge
the most memorable one was the si beh ah gua malay guy doing the ballerina...
lol.
i got a bad sex life. and bad love life... hell, to make it alot simpler, i seriously havin bad life.
currently in my o level year. exams around the corner, im being progressive - to a highway to balestier hill. i dont wanna enjoy a life of repeat-hood. nooooooooooooo....
im loooking more and more disfigured.. my face is being sieged with hard blackhead and pimples as if im getting somekind of a tri-STD attack. fullblown. syphillis, AIDS, gonnorhea, all roll up to a bacterial orb and blast straight to my face *blamb.. facial! dont wanna be a chao mor peng.. noooooooo...
im getting fatter and my two lower pecs and flanks of my pectoral muscles diminishes to a slab of liquefied trans fat. with the 2 out, means 8 - 2 = 6. and thats how much i got now... sooner or later, it will all unite to one. and would look somewhat like watermelon grows in my belly. dont wanna get the mr-syed-belly-fat. noooooo,...
oh yea. my lovelife. argh. much if a problem though i had "graduated" from the sad realm of celibacy. BUT. doesnt mean i dun require good old fashioned love. fuck. im being a tard by saying all this. dowan to die before seeing my son becomes a boxing legend. nooooooo....
im getting broke as a motherfucker. i need my job back. i miss my good last month where i can buy a new watch every two weeks. but now, im only surviving on pocket money. $5 a day. WTF man?!?!! back then, i got that amount 15 times fold a week. i need my job back..... or a diff job. wish my parents get jobs like those astronomical digit salary.. too bad my dads shop profit margin is though high but still not a calibre to fully satisfy my fucking hunger to splurge. i wanna be independent. dont wanna be a blind busker. nooooooooo...
HAN JI PENG!!!!
cool fella.
then theres laser war in math class as mr kamal elektra's class is oppositely facing miss tay's class room. and boyoboy.. we had fun. not childish, cos teacher laughed also.
war ended wehn miss tay's class signed a peace treaty by closing the windows and doors, creating a barrier from our super red laser cannon from passing thru.
contrary to belief, monkshillians are somewhat fashionable.
bang. there everyone looks waaay diff from what u normally expect.. felt out of fucking place. if it wouldnt for my dual growth on the parallel two axis on the top-back of my head;( damn i wish i could look like a demon.) i would have look waylot phenomenal without that hoodie to cover my visual hair defects..
cos i went to the where i belong concert..
guess what? it sucked. more of a talk than a show performance... i rather spend the ticket money on 2 hrs of dorkfest like lan gaming... or 2 double cheeseburger from macs. damn right im cheap! my fren took home both the pens meant specially for the feedback form and the promotional singapore badge
the most memorable one was the si beh ah gua malay guy doing the ballerina...
lol.
i got a bad sex life. and bad love life... hell, to make it alot simpler, i seriously havin bad life.
currently in my o level year. exams around the corner, im being progressive - to a highway to balestier hill. i dont wanna enjoy a life of repeat-hood. nooooooooooooo....
im loooking more and more disfigured.. my face is being sieged with hard blackhead and pimples as if im getting somekind of a tri-STD attack. fullblown. syphillis, AIDS, gonnorhea, all roll up to a bacterial orb and blast straight to my face *blamb.. facial! dont wanna be a chao mor peng.. noooooooo...
im getting fatter and my two lower pecs and flanks of my pectoral muscles diminishes to a slab of liquefied trans fat. with the 2 out, means 8 - 2 = 6. and thats how much i got now... sooner or later, it will all unite to one. and would look somewhat like watermelon grows in my belly. dont wanna get the mr-syed-belly-fat. noooooo,...
oh yea. my lovelife. argh. much if a problem though i had "graduated" from the sad realm of celibacy. BUT. doesnt mean i dun require good old fashioned love. fuck. im being a tard by saying all this. dowan to die before seeing my son becomes a boxing legend. nooooooo....
im getting broke as a motherfucker. i need my job back. i miss my good last month where i can buy a new watch every two weeks. but now, im only surviving on pocket money. $5 a day. WTF man?!?!! back then, i got that amount 15 times fold a week. i need my job back..... or a diff job. wish my parents get jobs like those astronomical digit salary.. too bad my dads shop profit margin is though high but still not a calibre to fully satisfy my fucking hunger to splurge. i wanna be independent. dont wanna be a blind busker. nooooooooo...
HAN JI PENG!!!!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
down down down DOWN DOWN DOWN
in the middle of the night....
i love fridays... every friday to me is like the longest day of the week.. friday almost equates two days of any other day of the week.. thats why i love friday. so right now its lazy sunday. fucken tired...
AFTERMATH OF THE 14 JULY PARTY....
contrary to believe, everyone actually had fun though alot of pls got drunk. actually almost everyone took alcohol.
so anyways it was a long friday... even after sch, went to the backstreets of the former BP petrol kiosk, which is now a fraction acres of construction yard- i did one of the things i wished never happened in my life... but anyways lol: ram vomited, not only once, but twice....
so i went to a never been before mosque... the place looks like a big castle, cos , i dun wanna go to my regular, cos i dowanna look at anyone that i knew plus, i didnt blessed myself for 2 weeks since the totally-waste-of-my-life eyebrow incident..
bless myself, went home packed my bag.. WALKED to sch for the air rifle thingy... total waste of time, then i told mrs han that im like goin for the Chalet.. yea.. its deservingly called The Chalet. she then said, "you all better behave arr....".
thanks mrs han but you told the most "RESPONSIBLE" person in the party... but anyways then took a bus and go to sheng shiong to meet them... helped them carry the umpteen bottles of drinks. and barbeque stuffus...
took a cab there. gosh, we fell asleep cos from tekka to pasir ris is like a 45mins trip. road trippin yo. and the damn uncle forgot to turn on the fare charge machine, plus he got lost track of the place, and the price is just 13 dollars.
ho hum, got a room: D-01. lol. im detailed.
got there, first thing, house warming: WAH PIANG DIAO!
BWL's chef father's spaghetti was simply internal infernal. dont touch my wifey number!
then cleaned up the place.. tried our best to give it a party look.. but in vain. see later.
went to swimming pool. relaxing aura.. nice scene summore. colourful bikini every where man. but was kicked out of the pool cos the beach pants i wore(Guess). was a little too long... anyho, the pool was boring.. nothing much else to do but look around the nice scenery.
played soccer in pasir ris beachfront.. the grass texture we played on is like the ones they used
for golf. lol. not. alot of injuries... jonathan leg got injured. and ive learnt a good lesson: NEVER CHEST A BALL. argh.. my upper pecs. man of the match: nistelrooy aka Foo Jie Sheng.
came back... and gues what? tiffanie came. and first saw her asleep on the damn bed in the fucking evening. how rude... so grabbed a cup of drinks, and wtf? out of no where, Ju-on. its her.. bla bla bal.. the party starts...
list of what we did:
BARBEQUE
bed wrestling
soccer in very enclosed space
smoke
drink
eat
watch S-League
the Bee Ting's mama drama. very "grateful".
the angel drama. -.- . drunk as a motherfucker. gtfh.
jokes
racist jokes
lame jokes
the king says (ron did a uptown girls remake. cough*gay... christopher and pk poledanced. etc.)
indian poker..(alot of ppls got drunk cos of this satanic game.)
dirtied the whole room.
etck etck etck etck...
oh yea,,. theres is one part of the night where everyon was in the room satring at an ipod connected to a loudspeaker. then the song: P I M P (un-fucking-censored.) it was mere porn
then when the naked part comes up, and the 50 cent grabbed one of the girls tits and: we all like: WOOOAAH!!!... we are so deprived. think that the only viewers were mens, amidst the noise included tiffanie and daphne screaming.. we looked behind, there they are..
just like reliveing the goal celebration on worldcup soccer matches .
bla bla ... cant sleep...
wanna see some of the many snapshots of the event: click here
videos: click here
plagiarised from above mentioned link:
heheheh! picture perfect.
pk's hands got sucked.
-a good look on the the gay guy's penis powerful magnetic force to innocent men's hand.
mid-life crisis = sad couple
damn the lazy sunday...
i love fridays... every friday to me is like the longest day of the week.. friday almost equates two days of any other day of the week.. thats why i love friday. so right now its lazy sunday. fucken tired...
AFTERMATH OF THE 14 JULY PARTY....
contrary to believe, everyone actually had fun though alot of pls got drunk. actually almost everyone took alcohol.
so anyways it was a long friday... even after sch, went to the backstreets of the former BP petrol kiosk, which is now a fraction acres of construction yard- i did one of the things i wished never happened in my life... but anyways lol: ram vomited, not only once, but twice....
so i went to a never been before mosque... the place looks like a big castle, cos , i dun wanna go to my regular, cos i dowanna look at anyone that i knew plus, i didnt blessed myself for 2 weeks since the totally-waste-of-my-life eyebrow incident..
bless myself, went home packed my bag.. WALKED to sch for the air rifle thingy... total waste of time, then i told mrs han that im like goin for the Chalet.. yea.. its deservingly called The Chalet. she then said, "you all better behave arr....".
thanks mrs han but you told the most "RESPONSIBLE" person in the party... but anyways then took a bus and go to sheng shiong to meet them... helped them carry the umpteen bottles of drinks. and barbeque stuffus...
took a cab there. gosh, we fell asleep cos from tekka to pasir ris is like a 45mins trip. road trippin yo. and the damn uncle forgot to turn on the fare charge machine, plus he got lost track of the place, and the price is just 13 dollars.
ho hum, got a room: D-01. lol. im detailed.
got there, first thing, house warming: WAH PIANG DIAO!
BWL's chef father's spaghetti was simply internal infernal. dont touch my wifey number!
then cleaned up the place.. tried our best to give it a party look.. but in vain. see later.
went to swimming pool. relaxing aura.. nice scene summore. colourful bikini every where man. but was kicked out of the pool cos the beach pants i wore(Guess). was a little too long... anyho, the pool was boring.. nothing much else to do but look around the nice scenery.
played soccer in pasir ris beachfront.. the grass texture we played on is like the ones they used
for golf. lol. not. alot of injuries... jonathan leg got injured. and ive learnt a good lesson: NEVER CHEST A BALL. argh.. my upper pecs. man of the match: nistelrooy aka Foo Jie Sheng.
came back... and gues what? tiffanie came. and first saw her asleep on the damn bed in the fucking evening. how rude... so grabbed a cup of drinks, and wtf? out of no where, Ju-on. its her.. bla bla bal.. the party starts...
list of what we did:
BARBEQUE
bed wrestling
soccer in very enclosed space
smoke
drink
eat
watch S-League
the Bee Ting's mama drama. very "grateful".
the angel drama. -.- . drunk as a motherfucker. gtfh.
jokes
racist jokes
lame jokes
the king says (ron did a uptown girls remake. cough*gay... christopher and pk poledanced. etc.)
indian poker..(alot of ppls got drunk cos of this satanic game.)
dirtied the whole room.
etck etck etck etck...
oh yea,,. theres is one part of the night where everyon was in the room satring at an ipod connected to a loudspeaker. then the song: P I M P (un-fucking-censored.) it was mere porn
then when the naked part comes up, and the 50 cent grabbed one of the girls tits and: we all like: WOOOAAH!!!... we are so deprived. think that the only viewers were mens, amidst the noise included tiffanie and daphne screaming.. we looked behind, there they are..
just like reliveing the goal celebration on worldcup soccer matches .
bla bla ... cant sleep...
wanna see some of the many snapshots of the event: click here
videos: click here
plagiarised from above mentioned link:
heheheh! picture perfect.
pk's hands got sucked.
-a good look on the the gay guy's penis powerful magnetic force to innocent men's hand.
mid-life crisis = sad couple
damn the lazy sunday...
Thursday, July 13, 2006
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