When you mix an iron maiden cd.
A bottle of coke.
Half a packet of Ciggarettes.
Early morning gaming.
and
3 Hours of Sleep.
what do you get?
you get an insatiable need....for a new pair of shoes.
ok. got to go.
I do hope that left foot is open today.
fcuking far east ah beng place.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Sunday, February 06, 2005
I can be amazingly digustingly petty if I wanna be.
and as of now.
I am pissed thinking about sometime back.
and all I have to say is,
Dont drink champange unless its offered to you explicitly.
He offered it to your friend. NOT YOU.
I set that flute aside of a reason.
and you people go ahead and gulp half the glass.
whats a guy suppose to do with an half arsed flute of champange?
its my champange and I'll give it to whoever deserves it and whoever I may want to give it too and that person of persons definetly is not you or you people.
and NO. I DONT SHARE FLUTES WITH JUST ANYBODY.
arghhhhhhhhhhhhh. *does a shawn tan.
ok. done being petty.
feel better now.
going off for drinks with that slut now. hopefully perihead can make it.
see how it goes.
bye bye.
*puts 100 dollars in pocket and walks off.
and as of now.
I am pissed thinking about sometime back.
and all I have to say is,
Dont drink champange unless its offered to you explicitly.
He offered it to your friend. NOT YOU.
I set that flute aside of a reason.
and you people go ahead and gulp half the glass.
whats a guy suppose to do with an half arsed flute of champange?
its my champange and I'll give it to whoever deserves it and whoever I may want to give it too and that person of persons definetly is not you or you people.
and NO. I DONT SHARE FLUTES WITH JUST ANYBODY.
arghhhhhhhhhhhhh. *does a shawn tan.
ok. done being petty.
feel better now.
going off for drinks with that slut now. hopefully perihead can make it.
see how it goes.
bye bye.
*puts 100 dollars in pocket and walks off.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Dissapointment is only the difference between Expectation and Reality.
We would breeze thru the first round. Beating the shit out of the first team that come our way.
We would play in the second round with vigour and go thru with skillfull attacking play and resolutely defending like madmen.
We would be given a bloody nose in the third round but still make it to the final.
We will meet, ruthra, jo, spence, muizz, liang and daniel in the final.
We would put up a damn good fight but we would lose to them.
we lose.
law win.
snap back to reality oops there goes gravity.
reality sucks.
first round. leading the game. with 2 minutes to go.
Me throwing, shawn controlling, fn finnishing.
both goals identical.
The other team had no answer.
Us cruising, the other team scrapping.
Apri got kicked, i got punched in the head.
game on.
A tussle.
Shawn lashes out after being tackled roughly.
A shoving match.
Pussy ref steps in.
With BSC ppl jumping in to stop the "fight".
Ref Verdict. Match abandoned. Both teams disqualified.
Ling goes bananas.
Vulgarities tirade.
throws a gold cow can into court.
Sparks mass brawl.
50 people congregate.
some trying to hit ling, some trying to stop ling from being hit.
many thanks to BIT year 3 who helped restrain the crowd.
BIT year 2, you guys are fuckheads.
azila got hit trying to pull ling away.
them arseholes even hit girls.
can you fucken believe it?
I cant.
BSC, many thanks for the fucking mickey mouse tournament which had 3 teams in the final.
congrats on organising the most cock up tournament I have ever been too.
you guys are truly the most incompentant organisers I have ever met.
and that is a true feat of courage.
it was worst than a law inc event.
and i thought that was impossible to top.
but you guys proved me wrong.
kudos.
reality really suck.
Jo and co did make it to the final.
But they lost.
so all in all.
Law didnt win any thing.
so much for our batch.
Our last BSC tournament.
which ended in a disqualified team who sparked a mass brawl and the best team to experience the losing final heartbreak. 2 years in a row.
me being dissapointed is a understatement.
apec & co should have been there.
We ought to be there.
We deserve to be there.
But we arnt there.
luwin, fn, apri, shawn, ling, edwin....
Agree with me that I am not having illusions of granduer.
We could and would be right up there fighting for first place, 2nd or at least 3rd place.
Cos I really think so.
argh. fuck.
2005. hasnt been too kind to me yet. 1st month is over, lets hope things will change for the better.
We would breeze thru the first round. Beating the shit out of the first team that come our way.
We would play in the second round with vigour and go thru with skillfull attacking play and resolutely defending like madmen.
We would be given a bloody nose in the third round but still make it to the final.
We will meet, ruthra, jo, spence, muizz, liang and daniel in the final.
We would put up a damn good fight but we would lose to them.
we lose.
law win.
snap back to reality oops there goes gravity.
reality sucks.
first round. leading the game. with 2 minutes to go.
Me throwing, shawn controlling, fn finnishing.
both goals identical.
The other team had no answer.
Us cruising, the other team scrapping.
Apri got kicked, i got punched in the head.
game on.
A tussle.
Shawn lashes out after being tackled roughly.
A shoving match.
Pussy ref steps in.
With BSC ppl jumping in to stop the "fight".
Ref Verdict. Match abandoned. Both teams disqualified.
Ling goes bananas.
Vulgarities tirade.
throws a gold cow can into court.
Sparks mass brawl.
50 people congregate.
some trying to hit ling, some trying to stop ling from being hit.
many thanks to BIT year 3 who helped restrain the crowd.
BIT year 2, you guys are fuckheads.
azila got hit trying to pull ling away.
them arseholes even hit girls.
can you fucken believe it?
I cant.
BSC, many thanks for the fucking mickey mouse tournament which had 3 teams in the final.
congrats on organising the most cock up tournament I have ever been too.
you guys are truly the most incompentant organisers I have ever met.
and that is a true feat of courage.
it was worst than a law inc event.
and i thought that was impossible to top.
but you guys proved me wrong.
kudos.
reality really suck.
Jo and co did make it to the final.
But they lost.
so all in all.
Law didnt win any thing.
so much for our batch.
Our last BSC tournament.
which ended in a disqualified team who sparked a mass brawl and the best team to experience the losing final heartbreak. 2 years in a row.
me being dissapointed is a understatement.
apec & co should have been there.
We ought to be there.
We deserve to be there.
But we arnt there.
luwin, fn, apri, shawn, ling, edwin....
Agree with me that I am not having illusions of granduer.
We could and would be right up there fighting for first place, 2nd or at least 3rd place.
Cos I really think so.
argh. fuck.
2005. hasnt been too kind to me yet. 1st month is over, lets hope things will change for the better.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Its all very perverted actually.
It all begun with 24 bottles.
then you add the red.
and the white.
and the tabasco.
before that, you eat a scallop and calamari pasta dressed with pesto, garlic, chillis and bacon.
play with
a deck of cards.
indian poker and shireen's game.
and soon. Things start to get out of hand.
and then, you get a merlion act as the grande finale.
Drinking does not make your problems go away.
They just make you so sick for the time being, that you think about nothing else except trying to keep your puke down which is quite impossible.
I was scared naturally.
it was not your fancy cocktails or even your fiery lambo.
its fucking crap. its all that crap in that rock glass.
I had already downed 2 tall rock glasses 14ozs of weird concoctions.
But this last one proved to be the most difficult. and the most vile tasting.
I cant really remember what they put in there.
but a mixture of diet coke, red wine, white wine and flat hoegaarden? tobasco? i felt something spicy.
It looked like milo/kopi with some very digusting foam on the top.
but you gotta bottoms up since you lost the game.
and you gotta do , what you gotta do.
I took a sip. I knew I was dead.
elfin wanted a sip. he had his sip. he knew I was gonna die.
1
2
3
glup.
bottoms up.
*applause or rather apraaulse as elfin puts it.
Feeling very High.
Close eyes.
waits.
heart pounding ear drums drumming.
tells himself "i wont ever drink again...."
too late.
10 mins later.
merlion act.
10 mins later.
comes out of toliet.
cleaned up.
smokes a menthol ciggarette.
sits there.
sit. sit. sit.
stand up. go to flower bed.
puke.
wash up again.
go home.
drawing the 4th king means you have to drink the contents of the tall rock glass in the center of the table. There are 3 cards left on the table. One of them would be king. Luwin, me and nazri left. The tension is unbearable.
I picked up one card.
PEEKTURE!!! die. die. die.
wait...see wrong. Queen of hearts. phew.
*relieved like fuck if there is ever a phrase like that.
left 2 cards. one of which is King, which would be drinking that shit. Literally. down to lu and naz.
lu picks up.
3 of hearts.
He goes crazy.
jumps on chair and screams.
he is really high.
naz's face turns green.
we add beer and lots of white wine into the tall glass.
hanis, the bastard. added in tabasco sauce.
that cup would be the cup of death really.
spicy...bitter, sour, with a huge stomach bloating effect. dead meat.
5mins later.
Naz - " eh, i see lights flashing."
elfin -" hahaha, naz got laser light eyes! ahhahahahahaha"
we all laugh, shireen's laugh is like a witche's.. luwin is all red faced bursting into madness muttering to me and himself excitedly
"what cock?!?! what cock he talking?!?! when he not hi already talk alot of cock! now drink liao full of cocok?!?!!!!!"
i was so high, i laugh like crazy too.
tommy and gf also laugh like mad.
3am, outside pierside. alfresco area.
10 people. all mad. all drunk. all high. Puking over the railing into the sea.
where just 3 weeks ago, I was speaking to my 21.
the irony really.
got back home in a cab. a corpse.
had a bath.
tried to surf the net abit. impossible.
crashed into bed at 5am.
woke up at 930 bright and early. with no hang over effects.
brilliant.
i hate the 5 of hearts. I got it twice. bad bad bad bad bad bad.
apparantly I drink the most last night because of really really rotten luck.
feel damn bad.
but its f-ing cheap to drink at pierside.
my bill was only 14 dollars.
white and red wine was FOC. and of cos, tabasco was also free.
hoegaarden we had 24 bottles, i drunk like dunno how many, but i still end up paying equal shares.
mind you, I am not boasting about my drinking escapades.
I just find it funny to write about human reactions to alcohol.
after all, I didnt boast that my capacity is one whole jug of long island tea. which is quite impossible really.
and althought I was really sick. I wasnt really drunk per se.
I can still remember everything. except that the cab back was alittle hazy.
but everything else is still pretty clear to me.
puking and all.
gross.
btw, drinking games with beer and water is fine really.
but when wine is involved, it gets really ugly.
try mixing wine with beer.
the taste is bad.
and i bet its twice as potent.
oh, and dont forget the diet coke.
now boys and girls.
drinking is bad for you.
got to go.
ciao.
*its all about dutch courage really.
when you say something under the inlfuence of alcohol.
it does not mean you dont mean what you say.
you still do.
perhaps even more than when you are sober.
I just wanted to type it out, send it and mean it.
Consequenecs non withstanding.
It all begun with 24 bottles.
then you add the red.
and the white.
and the tabasco.
before that, you eat a scallop and calamari pasta dressed with pesto, garlic, chillis and bacon.
play with
a deck of cards.
indian poker and shireen's game.
and soon. Things start to get out of hand.
and then, you get a merlion act as the grande finale.
Drinking does not make your problems go away.
They just make you so sick for the time being, that you think about nothing else except trying to keep your puke down which is quite impossible.
I was scared naturally.
it was not your fancy cocktails or even your fiery lambo.
its fucking crap. its all that crap in that rock glass.
I had already downed 2 tall rock glasses 14ozs of weird concoctions.
But this last one proved to be the most difficult. and the most vile tasting.
I cant really remember what they put in there.
but a mixture of diet coke, red wine, white wine and flat hoegaarden? tobasco? i felt something spicy.
It looked like milo/kopi with some very digusting foam on the top.
but you gotta bottoms up since you lost the game.
and you gotta do , what you gotta do.
I took a sip. I knew I was dead.
elfin wanted a sip. he had his sip. he knew I was gonna die.
1
2
3
glup.
bottoms up.
*applause or rather apraaulse as elfin puts it.
Feeling very High.
Close eyes.
waits.
heart pounding ear drums drumming.
tells himself "i wont ever drink again...."
too late.
10 mins later.
merlion act.
10 mins later.
comes out of toliet.
cleaned up.
smokes a menthol ciggarette.
sits there.
sit. sit. sit.
stand up. go to flower bed.
puke.
wash up again.
go home.
drawing the 4th king means you have to drink the contents of the tall rock glass in the center of the table. There are 3 cards left on the table. One of them would be king. Luwin, me and nazri left. The tension is unbearable.
I picked up one card.
PEEKTURE!!! die. die. die.
wait...see wrong. Queen of hearts. phew.
*relieved like fuck if there is ever a phrase like that.
left 2 cards. one of which is King, which would be drinking that shit. Literally. down to lu and naz.
lu picks up.
3 of hearts.
He goes crazy.
jumps on chair and screams.
he is really high.
naz's face turns green.
we add beer and lots of white wine into the tall glass.
hanis, the bastard. added in tabasco sauce.
that cup would be the cup of death really.
spicy...bitter, sour, with a huge stomach bloating effect. dead meat.
5mins later.
Naz - " eh, i see lights flashing."
elfin -" hahaha, naz got laser light eyes! ahhahahahahaha"
we all laugh, shireen's laugh is like a witche's.. luwin is all red faced bursting into madness muttering to me and himself excitedly
"what cock?!?! what cock he talking?!?! when he not hi already talk alot of cock! now drink liao full of cocok?!?!!!!!"
i was so high, i laugh like crazy too.
tommy and gf also laugh like mad.
3am, outside pierside. alfresco area.
10 people. all mad. all drunk. all high. Puking over the railing into the sea.
where just 3 weeks ago, I was speaking to my 21.
the irony really.
got back home in a cab. a corpse.
had a bath.
tried to surf the net abit. impossible.
crashed into bed at 5am.
woke up at 930 bright and early. with no hang over effects.
brilliant.
i hate the 5 of hearts. I got it twice. bad bad bad bad bad bad.
apparantly I drink the most last night because of really really rotten luck.
feel damn bad.
but its f-ing cheap to drink at pierside.
my bill was only 14 dollars.
white and red wine was FOC. and of cos, tabasco was also free.
hoegaarden we had 24 bottles, i drunk like dunno how many, but i still end up paying equal shares.
mind you, I am not boasting about my drinking escapades.
I just find it funny to write about human reactions to alcohol.
after all, I didnt boast that my capacity is one whole jug of long island tea. which is quite impossible really.
and althought I was really sick. I wasnt really drunk per se.
I can still remember everything. except that the cab back was alittle hazy.
but everything else is still pretty clear to me.
puking and all.
gross.
btw, drinking games with beer and water is fine really.
but when wine is involved, it gets really ugly.
try mixing wine with beer.
the taste is bad.
and i bet its twice as potent.
oh, and dont forget the diet coke.
now boys and girls.
drinking is bad for you.
got to go.
ciao.
*its all about dutch courage really.
when you say something under the inlfuence of alcohol.
it does not mean you dont mean what you say.
you still do.
perhaps even more than when you are sober.
I just wanted to type it out, send it and mean it.
Consequenecs non withstanding.
Friday, January 28, 2005
I'll be fine. I'm always fine.
- From Alfie in Alfie.
Bachelor wannabes would watch it and pee in their pants follwed by scurrying off to get a serious girl friend and not a semi quashie one.
Girls shouldnt watch it. because they just wont get it. wait, but they would. They would get Jude Law. but they wouldnt get the british style jokes would they?
I smoke my ciggarette with style. Trying to emulate the oh so annoyingly fucking cool way that Jude Law smokes. Impossible.
bumped into ferlin after the movie. First thing he said "hair has to go".
He wish. But he was, amusingly, wearing a school teeshirt.
well well well, you might as well.
Its kinda scary. That what I wanted, nice house, nice car, some money were all that Alfie had in the show. But it seems that it all amounts to nought in the end.
because he didnt have peace of mind. and he said, without a peace of mind, he has nothing.
back to myself.
fuck, I dont have a peace of mind.
ima, gonna skip arbitration lecture.
cos it is good to do so.
what a revealing movie.
makes me realised alot of things.
makes me feel that something that I hold close to my heart, I have to hold even closer still.
Cause you never know when its too late.
Promise me, you will keep me close.
- From Alfie in Alfie.
Bachelor wannabes would watch it and pee in their pants follwed by scurrying off to get a serious girl friend and not a semi quashie one.
Girls shouldnt watch it. because they just wont get it. wait, but they would. They would get Jude Law. but they wouldnt get the british style jokes would they?
I smoke my ciggarette with style. Trying to emulate the oh so annoyingly fucking cool way that Jude Law smokes. Impossible.
bumped into ferlin after the movie. First thing he said "hair has to go".
He wish. But he was, amusingly, wearing a school teeshirt.
well well well, you might as well.
Its kinda scary. That what I wanted, nice house, nice car, some money were all that Alfie had in the show. But it seems that it all amounts to nought in the end.
because he didnt have peace of mind. and he said, without a peace of mind, he has nothing.
back to myself.
fuck, I dont have a peace of mind.
ima, gonna skip arbitration lecture.
cos it is good to do so.
what a revealing movie.
makes me realised alot of things.
makes me feel that something that I hold close to my heart, I have to hold even closer still.
Cause you never know when its too late.
Promise me, you will keep me close.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
www.penisland.net
click it if you dare.
courtesy of mx.
Trust Wills and Probates Class.
boring as hell.
But Christina Lim
my previous will drafted got thrown back at me with a B- grade.
Just as well I suppose.
gotta leave for work soon.
Weather is making me very sleepy.
enjoy the strepsils.
got to go now.
ciao
bye
walks away.
click it if you dare.
courtesy of mx.
Trust Wills and Probates Class.
boring as hell.
But Christina Lim
my previous will drafted got thrown back at me with a B- grade.
Just as well I suppose.
gotta leave for work soon.
Weather is making me very sleepy.
enjoy the strepsils.
got to go now.
ciao
bye
walks away.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Drowning.
in books. done with Amazing Maurice and his educated Rodents. Almost done with bridget jones diary. Personally, its full of shit. Just bought dracula and frankenstein today. Complete and unabridge. 5 dollars. Had to buy it. too cheap already. You dont get books for 5 bucks.
in menthol ciggarettes. dont ask.
in late hours. 4am, 5am, 4am, 4am...not sleeping yet on a sundaymorning.
in music. Iron maiden lar, metallica lar,bon jovi lar, aerosmith lar,dream theater lar among others. even popshit I listen. maroon 5 and the crap. purebliss in electric guitar heaven.
in Xbox. Needforspeedunderground2. Unlocked EVO 8 and Skyline. Skyline R34 is fully tricked out. Carbon Fiber kit. large cams, wet shot Nos set, you name it, I have it. Not to mention the boom box at the back. Large mean exhaust spitting purple flames. Jet black rating 10. my baby.
in post its. Too painful to keep. To precious to throw away.
in carbonated drinks. and flat flat beer. asswipes(idontwannasaywho) made me drink flat flat very flat hoegarden after losing a card game. It tasted really really bad.
in friends. Everyday since tuesday evening, have been meeting friends every night to chill out.
Mini.
HGF.
Luwin.
Jessie.
Thank you all very much.
Esp luwin. 4am wednesday morning at serangoon gardens. Smoking ciggarettes and talking and peeing in our very own tree toliets. For paying for the bbq seafood, my first meal in 36 hours. hah. and the coke. the f-ing cheap coke.
You cant get more brother than that.
HGF and mini. Thanks for hanging out guys.
and thanks for ur smses. heh.
thank hgf for the beer just now.
mini, that ice cream that i bought you. its truly my pleasure. i sincerely hope your boyfriend/boyfriend's mum didnt think i was some kind of thug.
and
HGF, ur tag is really damn gay lar.
Jessie. Simply for making me believe that I can make girls laugh.
and erm ok, jessie can be nourishing. The one that saves Darktan's life(MX). Draw your own conclusions.
Been staying at home. hah. Weird thing is that no one seems to be home this 3 days. Got the whole house to myself.
No one complains when I play music too loud. No one bitches about what i do. its not like they do anyway, just that I like my house empty sometimes.
oh yea, my mum made an issue of me coming home so late everday on friday morning 4am.
our conversation was civil. points made as follows.
1) This is not a hotel.
2) We are not trying to control you.
3) When was the last time you saw your dad?
4) You got to tell me your problems. I am your mum!
ok. i kinda agree with point 1. My house is not a hotel. With the present furnishing, its more like a motel if I might say so myself. But of cos, i say that in jest.
Point 2. Agreed. They dont control me. They just turn bloody anal about my freedom once in awhile even when they are the ones who give me the freedom. But its ok, its nothing i cant handle.
point 3. ok. I lose. guilty. stayed home on saturday so can eat dinner with dad.
point4. erm. how do you explain the concept of relativity to a 40 year old who only has an A level cert? abit difficult. but of cos I am joking. I just dont feel comfortable telling my problems and knowing that I will get shitty advice that I will think of using but never actually using cause its really full of crap.
ok what next?
thinks.*
*gets turned off by thinking of something. decides to end this entry.
ahem, ok , look here. down here. got to go. dont know why lar, dont ask. but got to go.
there is something on the idiot box that i die die must watch.
oh fuck you. you can do better than that.
gone off to read his crappy book*
in books. done with Amazing Maurice and his educated Rodents. Almost done with bridget jones diary. Personally, its full of shit. Just bought dracula and frankenstein today. Complete and unabridge. 5 dollars. Had to buy it. too cheap already. You dont get books for 5 bucks.
in menthol ciggarettes. dont ask.
in late hours. 4am, 5am, 4am, 4am...not sleeping yet on a sundaymorning.
in music. Iron maiden lar, metallica lar,bon jovi lar, aerosmith lar,dream theater lar among others. even popshit I listen. maroon 5 and the crap. purebliss in electric guitar heaven.
in Xbox. Needforspeedunderground2. Unlocked EVO 8 and Skyline. Skyline R34 is fully tricked out. Carbon Fiber kit. large cams, wet shot Nos set, you name it, I have it. Not to mention the boom box at the back. Large mean exhaust spitting purple flames. Jet black rating 10. my baby.
in post its. Too painful to keep. To precious to throw away.
in carbonated drinks. and flat flat beer. asswipes(idontwannasaywho) made me drink flat flat very flat hoegarden after losing a card game. It tasted really really bad.
in friends. Everyday since tuesday evening, have been meeting friends every night to chill out.
Mini.
HGF.
Luwin.
Jessie.
Thank you all very much.
Esp luwin. 4am wednesday morning at serangoon gardens. Smoking ciggarettes and talking and peeing in our very own tree toliets. For paying for the bbq seafood, my first meal in 36 hours. hah. and the coke. the f-ing cheap coke.
You cant get more brother than that.
HGF and mini. Thanks for hanging out guys.
and thanks for ur smses. heh.
thank hgf for the beer just now.
mini, that ice cream that i bought you. its truly my pleasure. i sincerely hope your boyfriend/boyfriend's mum didnt think i was some kind of thug.
and
HGF, ur tag is really damn gay lar.
Jessie. Simply for making me believe that I can make girls laugh.
and erm ok, jessie can be nourishing. The one that saves Darktan's life(MX). Draw your own conclusions.
Been staying at home. hah. Weird thing is that no one seems to be home this 3 days. Got the whole house to myself.
No one complains when I play music too loud. No one bitches about what i do. its not like they do anyway, just that I like my house empty sometimes.
oh yea, my mum made an issue of me coming home so late everday on friday morning 4am.
our conversation was civil. points made as follows.
1) This is not a hotel.
2) We are not trying to control you.
3) When was the last time you saw your dad?
4) You got to tell me your problems. I am your mum!
ok. i kinda agree with point 1. My house is not a hotel. With the present furnishing, its more like a motel if I might say so myself. But of cos, i say that in jest.
Point 2. Agreed. They dont control me. They just turn bloody anal about my freedom once in awhile even when they are the ones who give me the freedom. But its ok, its nothing i cant handle.
point 3. ok. I lose. guilty. stayed home on saturday so can eat dinner with dad.
point4. erm. how do you explain the concept of relativity to a 40 year old who only has an A level cert? abit difficult. but of cos I am joking. I just dont feel comfortable telling my problems and knowing that I will get shitty advice that I will think of using but never actually using cause its really full of crap.
ok what next?
thinks.*
*gets turned off by thinking of something. decides to end this entry.
ahem, ok , look here. down here. got to go. dont know why lar, dont ask. but got to go.
there is something on the idiot box that i die die must watch.
oh fuck you. you can do better than that.
gone off to read his crappy book*
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Friday, January 14, 2005
I shall go to school late today.
I shall miss the lecture today.
My actions are fully justified.
How much lesser of a person am I if i miss my lecture?
Not by much.
How much lesser of a person will I be if I go to lecture.
By a whole lot.
Stifling really. Sitting there for 2 hours is really a fucking torture.
Its not about the notes or the lecturer. Of cos they contribute to the whole thing.
But because of a variety of reasons, I really hate lectures this semester.
Much more than any other semester.
For the few lectures that I have been too, I have walked out on almost all of them after 10 mins on that uncomfortable plastic chair.
Prom planning was used as an excuse to get away from the LT.
But after prom, I am still doing that.
I much rather have the cool wind in my fucking peroxide hair than sit there in that hole waiting for the 2 hours to be up.
Its been a f-ing long time since I went to the beach. Much too long for my comfort.
Maybe during the week long break.
I have started on my report. But its hardly done.
I am not worrying about it, you shouldnt either.
Dont tell me its the last sem and I should give it all its worth.
Fuck it.
To me, the first and the last sem has never been different and never will be.
Its as simple as that.
I need the old me back. This week has been too long. This week has been too horrible.
I dont need someone to save me.
I only need someone to drag me along. For abit of the way. Then I would be ok.
Prom is over, but i still have that choking feeling in my throat.
Its pissing me off. Tremendously.
But i enjoyed myself yesterday night.
hanging out at classic pool. Getting back late.
Quiet house is a relief nowadays. I wake up when no one is around and I return when everyone is sleeping. No questions to answer, you have no idea what a relief it is to me.
I'm like 3 inches from losing it.
I got to go now.
If annie gomez tries my patience in class and expands that 3 inches. She is in for a horrible tutorial that she wont forget soon enough.
If any of my group mates are fuckheads, they will know that like 3 secs into our group meeting.
I'm not nice anymore.
and i dont know why.
Goodbye.
I shall miss the lecture today.
My actions are fully justified.
How much lesser of a person am I if i miss my lecture?
Not by much.
How much lesser of a person will I be if I go to lecture.
By a whole lot.
Stifling really. Sitting there for 2 hours is really a fucking torture.
Its not about the notes or the lecturer. Of cos they contribute to the whole thing.
But because of a variety of reasons, I really hate lectures this semester.
Much more than any other semester.
For the few lectures that I have been too, I have walked out on almost all of them after 10 mins on that uncomfortable plastic chair.
Prom planning was used as an excuse to get away from the LT.
But after prom, I am still doing that.
I much rather have the cool wind in my fucking peroxide hair than sit there in that hole waiting for the 2 hours to be up.
Its been a f-ing long time since I went to the beach. Much too long for my comfort.
Maybe during the week long break.
I have started on my report. But its hardly done.
I am not worrying about it, you shouldnt either.
Dont tell me its the last sem and I should give it all its worth.
Fuck it.
To me, the first and the last sem has never been different and never will be.
Its as simple as that.
I need the old me back. This week has been too long. This week has been too horrible.
I dont need someone to save me.
I only need someone to drag me along. For abit of the way. Then I would be ok.
Prom is over, but i still have that choking feeling in my throat.
Its pissing me off. Tremendously.
But i enjoyed myself yesterday night.
hanging out at classic pool. Getting back late.
Quiet house is a relief nowadays. I wake up when no one is around and I return when everyone is sleeping. No questions to answer, you have no idea what a relief it is to me.
I'm like 3 inches from losing it.
I got to go now.
If annie gomez tries my patience in class and expands that 3 inches. She is in for a horrible tutorial that she wont forget soon enough.
If any of my group mates are fuckheads, they will know that like 3 secs into our group meeting.
I'm not nice anymore.
and i dont know why.
Goodbye.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Breakfast was Coffee and Aspirin.
For all its worth, it was worth all the while.
Still suffering from prom hangover.
Not of the alcoholic kind.
Past 2 months has been draining.
but as the maytag advert put it: "It all comes out in the wash."
and I am glad it did.
I wouldnt call it an overwhelming sucess. But I would say the team didnt let anyone down.
Returning to pierside to work on monday was underwhelming.
Memories came back after glances at the place where I arguly had highest hi and the lowerst low of my school life till now.
This week has been rough. For some weird reason, I haven been sleeping properly.
Met luwin this morning at 3am for food and drink. Not that we ate very much.
But I just needed to leave the confines of my house.
where oppressive thoughts were crowding me in.
I got back at 5. Couldnt sleep. When I at last fell to exhaustion, I instantly opened my eyes at 8am again. Got up, drowned 2 white little tablets down with coffee and came to school.
Did my Biz Finance test in green ink. Dont ask me why. I just wanted too. I hope the lecturer has a fit. Might make lessons more interesting.
Here I am in school now. Counting down the hours to another night at work.
I need to do my report but honestly, there isnt even the slightest interest or keeness to do it.
Even when i got 60/60 for you know what.
Returned to mathavan partnership yesterday.
Talked to the office girls and all.
Promised to meet up for dinner , drinks, whatever
But I know we will never do.
It just takes too much effort.
Things that require alot of effort dont interest me now.
There is a sort of empty feeling now.
Some things that I used to work for are already completed, for eg prom.
but some things are still left unresolved.
But I simply am too tired to deal with them now.
I got to go now.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
My overwhelming thoughts on sunday morning. Lying in bed at 8am after a damn long night.
A guns and roses song playing non stop in my head.
"Cause yesterdays got nothing for me , oh pictures that I'll always see. Somethings could be better, if we all just let them be."
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
For all its worth, it was worth all the while.
Still suffering from prom hangover.
Not of the alcoholic kind.
Past 2 months has been draining.
but as the maytag advert put it: "It all comes out in the wash."
and I am glad it did.
I wouldnt call it an overwhelming sucess. But I would say the team didnt let anyone down.
Returning to pierside to work on monday was underwhelming.
Memories came back after glances at the place where I arguly had highest hi and the lowerst low of my school life till now.
This week has been rough. For some weird reason, I haven been sleeping properly.
Met luwin this morning at 3am for food and drink. Not that we ate very much.
But I just needed to leave the confines of my house.
where oppressive thoughts were crowding me in.
I got back at 5. Couldnt sleep. When I at last fell to exhaustion, I instantly opened my eyes at 8am again. Got up, drowned 2 white little tablets down with coffee and came to school.
Did my Biz Finance test in green ink. Dont ask me why. I just wanted too. I hope the lecturer has a fit. Might make lessons more interesting.
Here I am in school now. Counting down the hours to another night at work.
I need to do my report but honestly, there isnt even the slightest interest or keeness to do it.
Even when i got 60/60 for you know what.
Returned to mathavan partnership yesterday.
Talked to the office girls and all.
Promised to meet up for dinner , drinks, whatever
But I know we will never do.
It just takes too much effort.
Things that require alot of effort dont interest me now.
There is a sort of empty feeling now.
Some things that I used to work for are already completed, for eg prom.
but some things are still left unresolved.
But I simply am too tired to deal with them now.
I got to go now.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
My overwhelming thoughts on sunday morning. Lying in bed at 8am after a damn long night.
A guns and roses song playing non stop in my head.
"Cause yesterdays got nothing for me , oh pictures that I'll always see. Somethings could be better, if we all just let them be."
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Saturday, January 08, 2005
T-minus blah blah blah hours to prom.
I'm sitting here feeling pretty comatose.
its the late night, the little wine i had just now, my mp3s or whatever.
I'm just relieved that its all gonna be over soon.
Tho I still have not bought any prom outfit yet. It does not really worry me.
All i want, is for the event to go on smoothly.
Learned alot from this organising this event.
Who i can call a "brother" and of cos who i can call a "fucker".
which is aplenty.
"We few, We happy few. "
from some "unknown speech" by some unknown dude reflects my feelings now.
Truly. Its gonna be some thing that i will remember for the rest of my uneventful days. It would be the night which I will compare all my future nights too. The benchmark.
If we pull this off. It just goes to show our capacity, as a person, as a friend, as a team member and as a salesman if i may add.
I wouldnt have work with any other group organising this prom.
its truly has been an mind fucking journey.
Arguements and shit.
But we just come out stronger I guess.
We got to know each other better I hope.
and
We got to prove to each other what each other was worth as a friend.
Talk is really cheap.
but the committee. Its not all talk and no shit.
its not all fuck and no sperm.
Its just. plain friendship, brotherhood and camaraderie.
I wanna thank them now. Although its weird and would be more appropiate to do so after prom. But fuck no, I would be too drunk. Too drunk for my own good. So I would do it now.
That Slut - Losing sleep for the whole duration of the planning process. Straight talking and screwing of any one who was slack. Rigging the whole thing. Speaking to the restraunt. Doing all the dirty work. He deserves his applause and the thanks owed to him. Not needing rest or a moments break. His life revolved around prom and dealing with fuckers for the whole 2 months.
English is his forte( or he would like to think so) and he milked it for all he is worth. Your annoying pissmouth website writings were from him.
Someone like him, deserves more accolades. Perhaps even a nobel prize.
but of cos. i am jking.
Mx - Instant services. Initiative at its best. Heres the wizard who did the prom website. Staying up late to do HTML coding, editing photos and everysingle thing that we demanded to be done by a computer. He did it. No mumbles or whatsoever. and he is not even from our batch. Looking at his work, I just feel so sad that there are mother fuckers in year 3 that do less than 1% of what MX is doing for us. Mx, we owe you big time. Lawinc does not deserve you. Your batch, does not deserve you.
Mu Mu Texas 5 - You fucker! you got us into this shit! hah. But jokes aside. Without muizz, you guys wont have your prom. Its as simple as that. Without him, you wont have your bands performing tomorro. Talking to fuckers in the LTs, I take my hat off to him. I would have exploded trying to persuade thick skulled morons. I really would. I seldom tolerate stupidity, but i feel muizz does it very well. Kudos to the gemuk for planting this fucking idea in our heads.
PeriHead tEdwin E0 - Girl genes. Girl genes. Girl genes. We have been calling him that for the whole planning process. But whats a group to do without their snag? How to appeal to girls? How to not have someone overly cautious about everything to keep things in pespective? You just cant! Ed did what no one in the group could. He even provided moments that will be immoratlised. cue "Pretty guy for a white fly" cue " graduation who sing ah?"
wtf ed. hah.
But ed deserves more praise than he is getting. He soldied on with the committee even when the situation at home was bad. I salute you ed. The committee salutes you. And all you fucking reading this better do the same.
Jessie its not good to lie to friends - Chief money keeper. Calculator is my bestest friend. The only sister in this brotherhood. The only female I know to be able to take jokes about...erm. How do I put this, mammaries?
Well, you never trust a group of guys with cash. Its as simple as that. It would go to beer, games and whatever unsavory entertainment that guys can find. Jessie took the initiative to help. We didnt ask, she offered. and gladly if I might add. that counts for alot. A whole fucking lot. Her capacity to handle dickheads amaze me. Stamina to talk to idiots make me stammer. Tolerance for morons is super duper uber high. Fantastic really. Always ready to be on the fly. A chick, that is a bloke at heart. The greatest accolard that a bloke can bestow on a female.
I'm sure that people who know her better than me would agree.
at least, thats what I hope.
its been a journey. Full of shite which will end in a blaze of glory.
I dont think so.
I know so.
My mum asked me: where you get yourself into this sort of troubles?
I told her : for friends.
Its as simple as that.
I also wanna thank people who is turning up for prom. Those that showed their support thru out. Really, we appreciate it. Alot. Hope you enjoy the event.
Well, its not all over yet.
and to rip off acs, or is it luwin?
"the best is yet to be"
stay tuned.
Goodnight ladies and gentlemen. I am off to sleep now.
Ciao.
I'm sitting here feeling pretty comatose.
its the late night, the little wine i had just now, my mp3s or whatever.
I'm just relieved that its all gonna be over soon.
Tho I still have not bought any prom outfit yet. It does not really worry me.
All i want, is for the event to go on smoothly.
Learned alot from this organising this event.
Who i can call a "brother" and of cos who i can call a "fucker".
which is aplenty.
"We few, We happy few. "
from some "unknown speech" by some unknown dude reflects my feelings now.
Truly. Its gonna be some thing that i will remember for the rest of my uneventful days. It would be the night which I will compare all my future nights too. The benchmark.
If we pull this off. It just goes to show our capacity, as a person, as a friend, as a team member and as a salesman if i may add.
I wouldnt have work with any other group organising this prom.
its truly has been an mind fucking journey.
Arguements and shit.
But we just come out stronger I guess.
We got to know each other better I hope.
and
We got to prove to each other what each other was worth as a friend.
Talk is really cheap.
but the committee. Its not all talk and no shit.
its not all fuck and no sperm.
Its just. plain friendship, brotherhood and camaraderie.
I wanna thank them now. Although its weird and would be more appropiate to do so after prom. But fuck no, I would be too drunk. Too drunk for my own good. So I would do it now.
That Slut - Losing sleep for the whole duration of the planning process. Straight talking and screwing of any one who was slack. Rigging the whole thing. Speaking to the restraunt. Doing all the dirty work. He deserves his applause and the thanks owed to him. Not needing rest or a moments break. His life revolved around prom and dealing with fuckers for the whole 2 months.
English is his forte( or he would like to think so) and he milked it for all he is worth. Your annoying pissmouth website writings were from him.
Someone like him, deserves more accolades. Perhaps even a nobel prize.
but of cos. i am jking.
Mx - Instant services. Initiative at its best. Heres the wizard who did the prom website. Staying up late to do HTML coding, editing photos and everysingle thing that we demanded to be done by a computer. He did it. No mumbles or whatsoever. and he is not even from our batch. Looking at his work, I just feel so sad that there are mother fuckers in year 3 that do less than 1% of what MX is doing for us. Mx, we owe you big time. Lawinc does not deserve you. Your batch, does not deserve you.
Mu Mu Texas 5 - You fucker! you got us into this shit! hah. But jokes aside. Without muizz, you guys wont have your prom. Its as simple as that. Without him, you wont have your bands performing tomorro. Talking to fuckers in the LTs, I take my hat off to him. I would have exploded trying to persuade thick skulled morons. I really would. I seldom tolerate stupidity, but i feel muizz does it very well. Kudos to the gemuk for planting this fucking idea in our heads.
PeriHead tEdwin E0 - Girl genes. Girl genes. Girl genes. We have been calling him that for the whole planning process. But whats a group to do without their snag? How to appeal to girls? How to not have someone overly cautious about everything to keep things in pespective? You just cant! Ed did what no one in the group could. He even provided moments that will be immoratlised. cue "Pretty guy for a white fly" cue " graduation who sing ah?"
wtf ed. hah.
But ed deserves more praise than he is getting. He soldied on with the committee even when the situation at home was bad. I salute you ed. The committee salutes you. And all you fucking reading this better do the same.
Jessie its not good to lie to friends - Chief money keeper. Calculator is my bestest friend. The only sister in this brotherhood. The only female I know to be able to take jokes about...erm. How do I put this, mammaries?
Well, you never trust a group of guys with cash. Its as simple as that. It would go to beer, games and whatever unsavory entertainment that guys can find. Jessie took the initiative to help. We didnt ask, she offered. and gladly if I might add. that counts for alot. A whole fucking lot. Her capacity to handle dickheads amaze me. Stamina to talk to idiots make me stammer. Tolerance for morons is super duper uber high. Fantastic really. Always ready to be on the fly. A chick, that is a bloke at heart. The greatest accolard that a bloke can bestow on a female.
I'm sure that people who know her better than me would agree.
at least, thats what I hope.
its been a journey. Full of shite which will end in a blaze of glory.
I dont think so.
I know so.
My mum asked me: where you get yourself into this sort of troubles?
I told her : for friends.
Its as simple as that.
I also wanna thank people who is turning up for prom. Those that showed their support thru out. Really, we appreciate it. Alot. Hope you enjoy the event.
Well, its not all over yet.
and to rip off acs, or is it luwin?
"the best is yet to be"
stay tuned.
Goodnight ladies and gentlemen. I am off to sleep now.
Ciao.
T-minus blah blah blah hours to prom.
I'm sitting here feeling pretty comatose.
its the late night, the little wine i had just now, my mp3s or whatever.
I'm just relieved that its all gonna be over soon.
Tho I still have not bought any prom outfit yet. It does not really worry me.
All i want, is for the event to go on smoothly.
Learned alot from this organising this event.
Who i can call a "brother" and of cos who i can call a "fucker".
which is aplenty.
"We few, We happy few. "
from some "unknown speech" by some unknown dude reflects my feelings now.
Truly. Its gonna be some thing that i will remember for the rest of my uneventful days. It would be the night which I will compare all my future nights too. The benchmark.
If we pull this off. It just goes to show our capacity, as a person, as a friend, as a team member and as a salesman if i may add.
I wouldnt have work with any other group organising this prom.
its truly has been an mind fucking journey.
Arguements and shit.
But we just come out stronger I guess.
We got to know each other better I hope.
and
We got to prove to each other what each other was worth as a friend.
Talk is really cheap.
but the committee. Its not all talk and no shit.
its not all fuck and no sperm.
Its just. plain friendship, brotherhood and camaraderie.
I wanna thank them now. Although its weird and would be more appropiate to do so after prom. But fuck no, I would be too drunk. Too drunk for my own good. So I would do it now.
That Slut - Losing sleep for the whole duration of the planning process. Straight talking and screwing of any one who was slack. Rigging the whole thing. Speaking to the restraunt. Doing all the dirty work. He deserves his applause and the thanks owed to him. Not needing rest or a moments break. His life revolved around prom and dealing with fuckers for the whole 2 months.
English is his forte( or he would like to think so) and he milked it for all he is worth. Your annoying pissmouth website writings were from him.
Someone like him, deserves more accolades. Perhaps even a nobel prize.
but of cos. i am jking.
Mx - Instant services. Initiative at its best. Heres the wizard who did the prom website. Staying up late to do HTML coding, editing photos and everysingle thing that we demanded to be done by a computer. He did it. No mumbles or whatsoever. and he is not even from our batch. Looking at his work, I just feel so sad that there are mother fuckers in year 3 that do less than 1% of what MX is doing for us. Mx, we owe you big time. Lawinc does not deserve you. Your batch, does not deserve you.
Mu Mu Texas 5 - You fucker! you got us into this shit! hah. But jokes aside. Without muizz, you guys wont have your prom. Its as simple as that. Without him, you wont have your bands performing tomorro. Talking to fuckers in the LTs, I take my hat off to him. I would have exploded trying to persuade thick skulled morons. I really would. I seldom tolerate stupidity, but i feel muizz does it very well. Kudos to the gemuk for planting this fucking idea in our heads.
PeriHead tEdwin E0 - Girl genes. Girl genes. Girl genes. We have been calling him that for the whole planning process. But whats a group to do without their snag? How to appeal to girls? How to not have someone overly cautious about everything to keep things in pespective? You just cant! Ed did what no one in the group could. He even provided moments that will be immoratlised. cue "Pretty guy for a white fly" cue " graduation who sing ah?"
wtf ed. hah.
But ed deserves more praise than he is getting. He soldied on with the committee even when the situation at home was bad. I salute you ed. The committee salutes you. And all you fucking reading this better do the same.
Jessie its not good to lie to friends - Chief money keeper. Calculator is my bestest friend. The only sister in this brotherhood. The only female I know to be able to take jokes about...erm. How do I put this, mammaries?
Well, you never trust a group of guys with cash. Its as simple as that. It would go to beer, games and whatever unsavory entertainment that guys can find. Jessie took the initiative to help. We didnt ask, she offered. and gladly if I might add. that counts for alot. A whole fucking lot. Her capacity to handle dickheads amaze me. Stamina to talk to idiots make me stammer. Tolerance for morons is super duper uber high. Fantastic really. Always ready to be on the fly. A chick, that is a bloke at heart. The greatest accolard that a bloke can bestow on a female.
I'm sure that people who know her better than me would agree.
at least, thats what I hope.
its been a journey. Full of shite which will end in a blaze of glory.
I dont think so.
I know so.
My mum asked me: where you get yourself into this sort of troubles?
I told her : for friends.
Its as simple as that.
I also wanna thank people who is turning up for prom. Those that showed their support thru out. Really, we appreciate it. Alot. Hope you enjoy the event.
Well, its not all over yet.
and to rip off acs, or is it luwin?
"the best is yet to be"
stay tuned.
Goodnight ladies and gentlemen. I am off to sleep now.
Ciao.
I'm sitting here feeling pretty comatose.
its the late night, the little wine i had just now, my mp3s or whatever.
I'm just relieved that its all gonna be over soon.
Tho I still have not bought any prom outfit yet. It does not really worry me.
All i want, is for the event to go on smoothly.
Learned alot from this organising this event.
Who i can call a "brother" and of cos who i can call a "fucker".
which is aplenty.
"We few, We happy few. "
from some "unknown speech" by some unknown dude reflects my feelings now.
Truly. Its gonna be some thing that i will remember for the rest of my uneventful days. It would be the night which I will compare all my future nights too. The benchmark.
If we pull this off. It just goes to show our capacity, as a person, as a friend, as a team member and as a salesman if i may add.
I wouldnt have work with any other group organising this prom.
its truly has been an mind fucking journey.
Arguements and shit.
But we just come out stronger I guess.
We got to know each other better I hope.
and
We got to prove to each other what each other was worth as a friend.
Talk is really cheap.
but the committee. Its not all talk and no shit.
its not all fuck and no sperm.
Its just. plain friendship, brotherhood and camaraderie.
I wanna thank them now. Although its weird and would be more appropiate to do so after prom. But fuck no, I would be too drunk. Too drunk for my own good. So I would do it now.
That Slut - Losing sleep for the whole duration of the planning process. Straight talking and screwing of any one who was slack. Rigging the whole thing. Speaking to the restraunt. Doing all the dirty work. He deserves his applause and the thanks owed to him. Not needing rest or a moments break. His life revolved around prom and dealing with fuckers for the whole 2 months.
English is his forte( or he would like to think so) and he milked it for all he is worth. Your annoying pissmouth website writings were from him.
Someone like him, deserves more accolades. Perhaps even a nobel prize.
but of cos. i am jking.
Mx - Instant services. Initiative at its best. Heres the wizard who did the prom website. Staying up late to do HTML coding, editing photos and everysingle thing that we demanded to be done by a computer. He did it. No mumbles or whatsoever. and he is not even from our batch. Looking at his work, I just feel so sad that there are mother fuckers in year 3 that do less than 1% of what MX is doing for us. Mx, we owe you big time. Lawinc does not deserve you. Your batch, does not deserve you.
Mu Mu Texas 5 - You fucker! you got us into this shit! hah. But jokes aside. Without muizz, you guys wont have your prom. Its as simple as that. Without him, you wont have your bands performing tomorro. Talking to fuckers in the LTs, I take my hat off to him. I would have exploded trying to persuade thick skulled morons. I really would. I seldom tolerate stupidity, but i feel muizz does it very well. Kudos to the gemuk for planting this fucking idea in our heads.
PeriHead tEdwin E0 - Girl genes. Girl genes. Girl genes. We have been calling him that for the whole planning process. But whats a group to do without their snag? How to appeal to girls? How to not have someone overly cautious about everything to keep things in pespective? You just cant! Ed did what no one in the group could. He even provided moments that will be immoratlised. cue "Pretty guy for a white fly" cue " graduation who sing ah?"
wtf ed. hah.
But ed deserves more praise than he is getting. He soldied on with the committee even when the situation at home was bad. I salute you ed. The committee salutes you. And all you fucking reading this better do the same.
Jessie its not good to lie to friends - Chief money keeper. Calculator is my bestest friend. The only sister in this brotherhood. The only female I know to be able to take jokes about...erm. How do I put this, mammaries?
Well, you never trust a group of guys with cash. Its as simple as that. It would go to beer, games and whatever unsavory entertainment that guys can find. Jessie took the initiative to help. We didnt ask, she offered. and gladly if I might add. that counts for alot. A whole fucking lot. Her capacity to handle dickheads amaze me. Stamina to talk to idiots make me stammer. Tolerance for morons is super duper uber high. Fantastic really. Always ready to be on the fly. A chick, that is a bloke at heart. The greatest accolard that a bloke can bestow on a female.
I'm sure that people who know her better than me would agree.
at least, thats what I hope.
its been a journey. Full of shite which will end in a blaze of glory.
I dont think so.
I know so.
My mum asked me: where you get yourself into this sort of troubles?
I told her : for friends.
Its as simple as that.
I also wanna thank people who is turning up for prom. Those that showed their support thru out. Really, we appreciate it. Alot. Hope you enjoy the event.
Well, its not all over yet.
and to rip off acs, or is it luwin?
"the best is yet to be"
stay tuned.
Goodnight ladies and gentlemen. I am off to sleep now.
Ciao.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Dedicated to all the fuckers from law.
I use to think that people were exagerating when they said that the law cohort is a bunch of mother fucking fuckers.
Honest. I didnt agree with them. I sincerely felt that the people in the course were overall a bunch of nice people. Approachable. Intelligent. Courteous. Well mannered. so on and so forth. Niceties cant run out.
But now I agree. I know. What the people in the course are about. They are fuckers. No doubt about that. I even doubt their parentage. Its not about skin colour. Its about their brains. The composition of their brains. The thoughts that they think and the family that they come from.
I'm not being mean. Its my honest opinion. And in such a land like singapore, where free speech is encouraged, I reckon I am doing the right thing, airing my opinions to wake up the fuckers.
From where I come from. My word is worth more than anything. A promise is a promise. A yes is a yes and a No is always a No. I always speak when spoken too. I always appreaciate what others have done for me. I always try to be as courteous as possible and as far as I can, restrain from profanities.
From this experience. I gather that.
1) fuckers hang up their phone on you. They dont even have the basic courteousy to tell you their decisions in your face.
2)fuckers block you on msn.
3)fucker's word dont mean shit. A "yes" could be a "No" or a "maybe" 3 mins later.
4)fuckers promise to call back but never.
5)fuckers say they would, but they wont.
6)fuckers talk about things that they dont know about.
7)fuckers think that if they cant do it, you cant do it as well.
8)fuckers are people who cant compromise.
9)fuckers are tight fisted cunts/ chao chee byes / twats / poondehs/cheese pie (del accordingly)
10)fuckers are those not going to prom using the ultimately cockrubbing reasons as stated out below.
i)my friend not going, thats why I not going.
ii)i have no money/ its too expensive
iii)prom is not my kinda thing.
heh, i just realised that i may be embroiled in a law suit with the stuff that i have just written.
well, i dont think so.
cause a fucker, will never, have the balls or the money to sue me. period.
so.
sue me.
if you dare.
you automately will be excluded from the group that i call fuckers and automately get promoted to the group called MotherFuckers.
I sincerely hope that on 8 jan , you get knocked down by a car and get sent str8up down to hell.
erm, I'm not joking. I really hope so.
Then, you will regret that you didnt go to the best prom that could ever happen in your lame sad sod of a routine you call life. Dont tell me you know how to party. Dont tell me you know how to enjoy yourself. Dont tell me you have friends. Dont tell me anything.
cause Yi Qian, does not talk to fuckers.
bye bye.
I use to think that people were exagerating when they said that the law cohort is a bunch of mother fucking fuckers.
Honest. I didnt agree with them. I sincerely felt that the people in the course were overall a bunch of nice people. Approachable. Intelligent. Courteous. Well mannered. so on and so forth. Niceties cant run out.
But now I agree. I know. What the people in the course are about. They are fuckers. No doubt about that. I even doubt their parentage. Its not about skin colour. Its about their brains. The composition of their brains. The thoughts that they think and the family that they come from.
I'm not being mean. Its my honest opinion. And in such a land like singapore, where free speech is encouraged, I reckon I am doing the right thing, airing my opinions to wake up the fuckers.
From where I come from. My word is worth more than anything. A promise is a promise. A yes is a yes and a No is always a No. I always speak when spoken too. I always appreaciate what others have done for me. I always try to be as courteous as possible and as far as I can, restrain from profanities.
From this experience. I gather that.
1) fuckers hang up their phone on you. They dont even have the basic courteousy to tell you their decisions in your face.
2)fuckers block you on msn.
3)fucker's word dont mean shit. A "yes" could be a "No" or a "maybe" 3 mins later.
4)fuckers promise to call back but never.
5)fuckers say they would, but they wont.
6)fuckers talk about things that they dont know about.
7)fuckers think that if they cant do it, you cant do it as well.
8)fuckers are people who cant compromise.
9)fuckers are tight fisted cunts/ chao chee byes / twats / poondehs/cheese pie (del accordingly)
10)fuckers are those not going to prom using the ultimately cockrubbing reasons as stated out below.
i)my friend not going, thats why I not going.
ii)i have no money/ its too expensive
iii)prom is not my kinda thing.
if you happen to exhibit any of the above mentioned behaviours. Congratulations. You are a official fucker in my eyes. I would be ashamed to be in the same room as you. I would cringe to be thought to be your friend and god ( i dont know which one) forbid, that you tell others that I am your friend.
heh, i just realised that i may be embroiled in a law suit with the stuff that i have just written.
well, i dont think so.
cause a fucker, will never, have the balls or the money to sue me. period.
so.
sue me.
if you dare.
you automately will be excluded from the group that i call fuckers and automately get promoted to the group called MotherFuckers.
I sincerely hope that on 8 jan , you get knocked down by a car and get sent str8
erm, I'm not joking. I really hope so.
Then, you will regret that you didnt go to the best prom that could ever happen in your lame sad sod of a routine you call life. Dont tell me you know how to party. Dont tell me you know how to enjoy yourself. Dont tell me you have friends. Dont tell me anything.
cause Yi Qian, does not talk to fuckers.
bye bye.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Today.
well , as you all know. Did the presentation about prom.
Hope you all like the invitation cards and the overall presentation.
We wish for your support. Please register as soon as you see this message.
Its important for us to know what the response is like.
Please revert asap.
fuck.i'msobusyihavenboughtmypromoutfithecklarwearjeansandteeshirtgoliao.
well , as you all know. Did the presentation about prom.
Hope you all like the invitation cards and the overall presentation.
We wish for your support. Please register as soon as you see this message.
Its important for us to know what the response is like.
Please revert asap.
fuck.i'msobusyihavenboughtmypromoutfithecklarwearjeansandteeshirtgoliao.
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