friday:
school was pretty much stoned. we had to use the computer to do a chinese picture essay. the picture thingy was done by the school teacher. i realised one of them looks like jack neo. he has that "wtf? did i direct i not stupid" face. walked to the bus stop with daryl naim and martyn. boy did they made my day. throwing wet toilet papers onto the bus windows and giving old mamas heart attack. went to the gym alone. got home changed and went for penitential service with mum. met aston and ignatius. haha had a good long talk with em , talking about old times which gave me a good laugh. hahaha. when it was my turned to confess , "my last confession was 2 days ago" i swear the priest was thinking who the fuck is this boy and what the fuck sins has he created damn devil's child. haha. met up with e old pals after the whole thing. abel alessa grace majella audrey francessca eunice tarcia justin. damn everyones in fuckin different school. sajc acjc cjc mi ijtp np whitley. HAHA. had ice kimmo with them. played asshole tai dee. initially i heard sa tai dee as grace wanted to play it and shes from sa. so i thought "sa has their own tai dee game" wtf.
saturday:
had good prawn mee lunch by mum. pushed the meeting time with the boys , gareth ben abel from 11am to 11.30am. and i was still late. ok ok my bad la cheebai. you all dont have to make it sound like i just stepped your balls right. got to queensway. bought my street soccer boots. damn abel couldnt get a good bargain deal with the bangala. bangala "ok ok heres your shoe michael jordan size." abel "boss you charge my cheaper i bring 100 michael jordan come your shop." -.- the bangala pushed 76bucks on the calculator and abel had the big balls to pushed it to 70bucks. mann he wanted to flip abel like a prata bomb. went to ikea for fantastic 1dollar hotdogs. for once i love food and i'll do anything for ikea hotdogs. bloody wiennies were heavenly. went all the way back to thomson for some lan. battlefield 2 and major teamkilling backstabbing and first to reach the plane wins. the ironic thing , we would kill each other just to get a ride on the plane. but once we're on the plane , 3 secs later we'll crash on some mountain and die. -.- and we were constantly shifted to the terrorist team. mann it felt good winning the americans and defending our mosque. we were sceaming for allah! got home. had good dinner. salad mashed potato spring chicken and celery soup. head out to meet the boys again. made our way to baghdad street for some chill out arab style. haha it sucks like fucked. couldnt understand wtf they were talking and the whole place was so dark. ideal place for karma sutra and we had to take off our shoes and go in barefooted. rose flavour sucked bad. we were still had big balls for more stuff. headed down to esplanade , harry's bar. drinks and good music and high girls. haha. got home. its good to hang out with the ac people. weekends with the ac skanks does make me happy.
you're so damn bloody selfish towards my feelings. you obviously dont know how i feel and how i try to make things right. selfish prick.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
what better timing
the midyear exams can never end at a better time. 17th may 2007. one day before my birthday. 18th may , marking day. no school. this is as good as winning the singapore sweep.
school was pretty stoned. chinese mock was killer shit. i dont understand why must we take chinese. its such a stupid language. we should not learn chinese! everyone should just stick to one language. makes life easier and simple. brought reversi craze to class.
journey to the old folkies. emmanuel adam and i were supposed to do magic shit. but we screwed that idea because we wanted to do gardening since its a slack job. i mean how difficult can picking up leaves get. but they had gardeners. so we went to do songs. everyone had the fuck you look , i bet they wanted to say fuck you with the finger but they dont know shit. its as if they're hearing their own funeral songs. it was fucked. so we lepak at the lobby till times up. old folkies is boring shit. we will never pick up any civics and moral ed values from singing shit songs to them.
got home stoned didnt feel like studying. was wondering why did god gave us human facial and body hair. the damn hair on our head is already irritating. well someone said the answer is the fuckin shaver. but if shaver isnt the way out. well we just gotta wait for a fucker to invent something better than a shaver. lucky for me prison break was on. its a friday tomorrow. ms weekend is here.
school was pretty stoned. chinese mock was killer shit. i dont understand why must we take chinese. its such a stupid language. we should not learn chinese! everyone should just stick to one language. makes life easier and simple. brought reversi craze to class.
journey to the old folkies. emmanuel adam and i were supposed to do magic shit. but we screwed that idea because we wanted to do gardening since its a slack job. i mean how difficult can picking up leaves get. but they had gardeners. so we went to do songs. everyone had the fuck you look , i bet they wanted to say fuck you with the finger but they dont know shit. its as if they're hearing their own funeral songs. it was fucked. so we lepak at the lobby till times up. old folkies is boring shit. we will never pick up any civics and moral ed values from singing shit songs to them.
got home stoned didnt feel like studying. was wondering why did god gave us human facial and body hair. the damn hair on our head is already irritating. well someone said the answer is the fuckin shaver. but if shaver isnt the way out. well we just gotta wait for a fucker to invent something better than a shaver. lucky for me prison break was on. its a friday tomorrow. ms weekend is here.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
shades of grey
fear of getting my hair cut was in me the whole morning. i thought i was gonna get fucked by the dm. seeing her f-ed up face just brings shiver down my spine. apparantly she walked to the other 5N classes to check their hair. god saved me from the clutches of evil. but i didnt go for school's penitential service. hahh.
pe was good. soccer. rest of the day in school was just stoned. went to the gym after school. had to make my way to ctk from houngang. i had huge confidence i wont get lost. but the more i stayed in 74 the more i thought i'm gonna get lost. but thankfully something said to change bus or something. i dont know what it said. but i just found my damn way to ctk.
met rachel joanne greg gareth karina for dinner at the kopitiam. okay i was trying to imagie ctk and its area as holy spirit and its area. holy spirit area is like prata house mengs sweet secrets and many other shops and pubs. ctk? huge "deserted" carpark area. old shop house. with one kopitiam. 3 consecutive mama shops ( wonder how they make business. they selling the same fuckin' things). we settled for that one and only kopitiam since theres no prata and mengs. and that kopitiam is the worst crappy kopitiam place ever. western food a nono , malay food a nono , fried fish soup not trustworthy , "traditional prawn mee stall" but no fried prawn mee , mixed rice looks so so. so i had mixed rice. i swear its the most shithole mixed rice ever. the dishes were not warm. disgusting shit. karina and i decided to buy red bean bun since i'm still hungry. it sucked too. so i can never compare ctk area with holyspirit.
now to the ctk itself. it brought a sense of nostalgia. we went to the 2nd floor. i dont know if i'm growing old but the church looks ancient to me as if its gonna collapse anytime. and we couldnt have picked the right spot to sit. i think some food got stuck on the air con or someones staying in there. it kept making stupid noise making it obvious it needs a big repair. fuckin' irritating. how can we confess our sins in such bad environment. hahh. got home after penitential and stoned.
vist to ju eng home tomrrow. its gonna suck because i gotta do magic shit for the folkies. i hope they get conned by me. those weak minded species. i got a hunch my hair is gonna get caught by the beeeetch. please let it be a good day tomorrow.
pe was good. soccer. rest of the day in school was just stoned. went to the gym after school. had to make my way to ctk from houngang. i had huge confidence i wont get lost. but the more i stayed in 74 the more i thought i'm gonna get lost. but thankfully something said to change bus or something. i dont know what it said. but i just found my damn way to ctk.
met rachel joanne greg gareth karina for dinner at the kopitiam. okay i was trying to imagie ctk and its area as holy spirit and its area. holy spirit area is like prata house mengs sweet secrets and many other shops and pubs. ctk? huge "deserted" carpark area. old shop house. with one kopitiam. 3 consecutive mama shops ( wonder how they make business. they selling the same fuckin' things). we settled for that one and only kopitiam since theres no prata and mengs. and that kopitiam is the worst crappy kopitiam place ever. western food a nono , malay food a nono , fried fish soup not trustworthy , "traditional prawn mee stall" but no fried prawn mee , mixed rice looks so so. so i had mixed rice. i swear its the most shithole mixed rice ever. the dishes were not warm. disgusting shit. karina and i decided to buy red bean bun since i'm still hungry. it sucked too. so i can never compare ctk area with holyspirit.
now to the ctk itself. it brought a sense of nostalgia. we went to the 2nd floor. i dont know if i'm growing old but the church looks ancient to me as if its gonna collapse anytime. and we couldnt have picked the right spot to sit. i think some food got stuck on the air con or someones staying in there. it kept making stupid noise making it obvious it needs a big repair. fuckin' irritating. how can we confess our sins in such bad environment. hahh. got home after penitential and stoned.
vist to ju eng home tomrrow. its gonna suck because i gotta do magic shit for the folkies. i hope they get conned by me. those weak minded species. i got a hunch my hair is gonna get caught by the beeeetch. please let it be a good day tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
i smell something bad
the alarm rang at 6.20am. i told myself i'll lie on my bed for another 10mins. i woke up at 7am. behind schedule! i thought i'll get fucked by the dm but i managed to rush to school. everything felt so damn hot. bloody weather. adam and i felt so hot , we unbuttoned the top 2 buttons and rolled our pants till it looked like shorts. fucked weather.
mr jeffery chan didnt come again. so 3 free periods. which means no bad pronounciation. so nothing to laugh about. spent ss talking to the boys on going on a holiday after Os. we kept talking as if todays the last paper of the o levels. but its fuckin march. that brought us back to damn reality. had my tuna tomato sandwhich for recess/lunch. showed a bikini picture of tila tequila to the chinese teacher. i bet he went horny but had self control so he told me reading modal essays are cooler. my ass. i bet hes going home to search for her.
gymmed after school with donald. his stupid determination to gain more muscles is enough to kill me. whole day add weights. he is gonna get fucked and grow shorter till he is hobbit. got home and stoned my evening away.
was talking to rachel about our confirmation names. she asked why did i chose pedro. i thought he was the dude who got thrown into the lion's den. -.- bad answer. hers judith! was wandering why her msn nick was judith at first. theres gonna be hair check tomorrow , i smell something bad. something really really bad. somehow the dm who might be cutting my hair will just be empowered with hair cutting skills and with just one snip , something long drops. work of the devil man. really. bunch of bitches. tata
it sucks to wait for you. its eating me alive.
mr jeffery chan didnt come again. so 3 free periods. which means no bad pronounciation. so nothing to laugh about. spent ss talking to the boys on going on a holiday after Os. we kept talking as if todays the last paper of the o levels. but its fuckin march. that brought us back to damn reality. had my tuna tomato sandwhich for recess/lunch. showed a bikini picture of tila tequila to the chinese teacher. i bet he went horny but had self control so he told me reading modal essays are cooler. my ass. i bet hes going home to search for her.
gymmed after school with donald. his stupid determination to gain more muscles is enough to kill me. whole day add weights. he is gonna get fucked and grow shorter till he is hobbit. got home and stoned my evening away.
was talking to rachel about our confirmation names. she asked why did i chose pedro. i thought he was the dude who got thrown into the lion's den. -.- bad answer. hers judith! was wandering why her msn nick was judith at first. theres gonna be hair check tomorrow , i smell something bad. something really really bad. somehow the dm who might be cutting my hair will just be empowered with hair cutting skills and with just one snip , something long drops. work of the devil man. really. bunch of bitches. tata
it sucks to wait for you. its eating me alive.
colour defines everything
You are trying to evade your problems and difficulties and tensions by 'leaping before you look'. This could be construed as a 'panic' situation and panic is an irrational fear - 'loss of control'. You are desperately seeking a way out of it all and because of any headstrong decisions that you may be making this could lead to an extremely dangerous situation. Slow down - matters seem to find a way of resolving themselves. Without sounding complacent remember that 'all's well that ends well'.
In actual fact you are not willing to exert yourself in any way. You have that truly 'laid back' attitude and are unwilling to extend yourself or exert undue effort. You feel that to move forward - be it in your life style or in business relationships - would require more energy output than you are prepared to give at this time. You want to take life easy and your attitude is such that 'Enough is Enough'.
It's the old old story - I am misunderstood - my partner (be it in your private life or in business) just doesn't understand me and YOU also believe at this time that you are being completely MISUNDERSTOOD by one and all. It then obviously follows that you naturally feel inhibited and not appreciated. It is perhaps because of this belief that you feel compelled to stand back and let the rest of the world go by. As for developing a firm relationship - inwardly deep down in your subconscious mind you are wary of even trying to get close to another person because you feel that if you open up your heart and feelings you are sure to get hurt. Since you are living in a society where close relationships are the norm, you feel that there is that need to conform, but any close relationships of any magnitude that you may have tried in the past have unfortunately left you without any sense of emotional involvement.
You are frustrated and stressed. You appreciate the finer things in life but at all times you appear to stay aloof, critical of everything and everyone about you. You will not be carried away by your emotions and you refuse to trust anyone or any situation unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore, you keep a strict and watchful control on your feelings as you must know exactly where you stand at all times. You demand complete sincerity as a protection against your own tendency to be too trusting.
Perhaps in the distant past your trust and belief in your fellow man was misplaced and you can now no longer accept anything as it appears to be. You are untrusting and you insist that before you commit yourself to anything, you examine the pro's and con's with critical discrimination. The situation has now progressed to one where you are apt to disagree yet not make any form of constructive criticism to every suggestion that may be put to you. As a result you are in limbo. There is a saying that goes 'The past does not equal tomorrow'. Think about it - and let go.
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In actual fact you are not willing to exert yourself in any way. You have that truly 'laid back' attitude and are unwilling to extend yourself or exert undue effort. You feel that to move forward - be it in your life style or in business relationships - would require more energy output than you are prepared to give at this time. You want to take life easy and your attitude is such that 'Enough is Enough'.
It's the old old story - I am misunderstood - my partner (be it in your private life or in business) just doesn't understand me and YOU also believe at this time that you are being completely MISUNDERSTOOD by one and all. It then obviously follows that you naturally feel inhibited and not appreciated. It is perhaps because of this belief that you feel compelled to stand back and let the rest of the world go by. As for developing a firm relationship - inwardly deep down in your subconscious mind you are wary of even trying to get close to another person because you feel that if you open up your heart and feelings you are sure to get hurt. Since you are living in a society where close relationships are the norm, you feel that there is that need to conform, but any close relationships of any magnitude that you may have tried in the past have unfortunately left you without any sense of emotional involvement.
You are frustrated and stressed. You appreciate the finer things in life but at all times you appear to stay aloof, critical of everything and everyone about you. You will not be carried away by your emotions and you refuse to trust anyone or any situation unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore, you keep a strict and watchful control on your feelings as you must know exactly where you stand at all times. You demand complete sincerity as a protection against your own tendency to be too trusting.
Perhaps in the distant past your trust and belief in your fellow man was misplaced and you can now no longer accept anything as it appears to be. You are untrusting and you insist that before you commit yourself to anything, you examine the pro's and con's with critical discrimination. The situation has now progressed to one where you are apt to disagree yet not make any form of constructive criticism to every suggestion that may be put to you. As a result you are in limbo. There is a saying that goes 'The past does not equal tomorrow'. Think about it - and let go.
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Monday, March 26, 2007
start of the week
guess i was having a taste of bad luck this morning. it rained while i was walking to school. but the moment i saw my school gates (not like its damn big) , i thought i'm saved from the rain. no wet uniform , no nipples seen. BUT BUT mr marcel lee just didnt pay the full price for the shelter. fuckin shelter just covered half of me and it didnt help when there was the wind blowing. so guess what. i got drenched in the end. fuckin "shelter".
i was looking forward to go for history class because of mr jeffery chan and the way his pronounce his words. its like he has a 5mm tongue or something. blind is brind , government is garment , reliability is reliality , typicality is typcaty. what a jackass. but he chose to be absent so we had free period. watched stupid world war 2 videos. black and white. mann those people in the past sure didnt enjoy colour tv. the rest of the day was rather stoned. slept during dnt lesson , i swear its boring learning about structures. i dont see why its so important to learn that. not like we are future construction workers.
got home. did my work. had a good dinnner. mum saved some great salad for me. gee the joy of salad. yes yes all you people will be thinking WTF?! star world pangs seh me , they didnt screen prison break at 9pm. their schedules are so not fixed. stupid star world. felt like crap when the 9pm show was seinfield. who the fuck watches seinfield. its a brainless show with unglam fags. so no prison break means study time till 10pm. after hours was pretty good just that its half an hour! caught the remaining 40mins of red dragon. the dude shot himself with a shot gun and he had to shoot his face. got his face fucked big time. schools starting late tomorrow which means more sleep! schools gonna be a bitch again.
i was looking forward to go for history class because of mr jeffery chan and the way his pronounce his words. its like he has a 5mm tongue or something. blind is brind , government is garment , reliability is reliality , typicality is typcaty. what a jackass. but he chose to be absent so we had free period. watched stupid world war 2 videos. black and white. mann those people in the past sure didnt enjoy colour tv. the rest of the day was rather stoned. slept during dnt lesson , i swear its boring learning about structures. i dont see why its so important to learn that. not like we are future construction workers.
got home. did my work. had a good dinnner. mum saved some great salad for me. gee the joy of salad. yes yes all you people will be thinking WTF?! star world pangs seh me , they didnt screen prison break at 9pm. their schedules are so not fixed. stupid star world. felt like crap when the 9pm show was seinfield. who the fuck watches seinfield. its a brainless show with unglam fags. so no prison break means study time till 10pm. after hours was pretty good just that its half an hour! caught the remaining 40mins of red dragon. the dude shot himself with a shot gun and he had to shoot his face. got his face fucked big time. schools starting late tomorrow which means more sleep! schools gonna be a bitch again.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
something new
sorry abel. i got so caught up with your blog , i've decided to create one. though we agreed that blogging is for jackasses on friday. looks like we're part of them now. i shall help abel advertise his blog , yourdonutsdunked.blogspot.com. check it out. it will tickle your funny bone.
okay okay. a blog. since this is the o level year i'll try my best to blog interesting stuff. but if i can't , you jolly well know what i'm doing. mugging my ass off (ya right!)
well well today. sunday. its really a SUN-day. fucking sun can just cook some fried ants. woke up from out-of-this-world commentating from a WWE announcer. brother was watching wwe. 20years old and you're watching it. gosh. went for mass at 11am. mum just had to choose a seat right in front and that father peter paul or paul peter? had to say the mass. mann he just cant stop talking and he just cant stop talking slowly. best thing , i can't sleep. ended up people watching which became boring after 5mins. same people every fuckin' week. after mass , met the people outside main church and there came the entertainment. 101 comments about abels hair. i swear he looks like a jackass with a hill on his head. "abel hill".
lunch at mengs , first time the dude didnt remember our order and i always thought mengs has the best service. studied with alessa at icekimmo. fuckin kids kept screaming around the place thinking icekimmo is a fuckin' playground. i seriously suggest parents buy a dog muzzle for their annoying kids. can't be controlled , shouting like its world cup. maan they should be sold to africa and learn a thing or 2 about hardships. damn bitches.
left for soccer training. i seriously think singapore should build indoor soccer fields. with this kind of shit hot weather , we're gonna get fried one day man. i seriously dont know whats gotten into coach head. yes we're having a friendly match next sunday against st iggy. but you dont have to push us till we wanna piss in our pants right. we did this stupid sprinting and i bet it has no help on improving our soccer skills. lie die on the field (dirty public field) , when the whistle is blown sprint to the other side and lie down again. its as though we're fuckin' dogs or something. peeeeee! go doggy go. lie down lie down. peeeeeee! go again. plenty of physical training which left us black and panting. thankfully he treated us drinks , i guess he was full of remorse. i knew it! HAHH! no one can stand the sight of us looking all so helpless. training ended with a small match which sucked. our goalpost? the cones. and we're playing with those big goal post next week. no link man.
i guess i stinked 410. got home. bathe. wonderful healthy dinner, salad , mashed potatoes and corn soup. felt so western. thanks for the low fat dinner mum. but i felt hungry at 10. HAHA. did some work and found myself on the com after awhile. the wonders of the com.
school tomorrow. that gotta suck like a bitch. bye
okay okay. a blog. since this is the o level year i'll try my best to blog interesting stuff. but if i can't , you jolly well know what i'm doing. mugging my ass off (ya right!)
well well today. sunday. its really a SUN-day. fucking sun can just cook some fried ants. woke up from out-of-this-world commentating from a WWE announcer. brother was watching wwe. 20years old and you're watching it. gosh. went for mass at 11am. mum just had to choose a seat right in front and that father peter paul or paul peter? had to say the mass. mann he just cant stop talking and he just cant stop talking slowly. best thing , i can't sleep. ended up people watching which became boring after 5mins. same people every fuckin' week. after mass , met the people outside main church and there came the entertainment. 101 comments about abels hair. i swear he looks like a jackass with a hill on his head. "abel hill".
lunch at mengs , first time the dude didnt remember our order and i always thought mengs has the best service. studied with alessa at icekimmo. fuckin kids kept screaming around the place thinking icekimmo is a fuckin' playground. i seriously suggest parents buy a dog muzzle for their annoying kids. can't be controlled , shouting like its world cup. maan they should be sold to africa and learn a thing or 2 about hardships. damn bitches.
left for soccer training. i seriously think singapore should build indoor soccer fields. with this kind of shit hot weather , we're gonna get fried one day man. i seriously dont know whats gotten into coach head. yes we're having a friendly match next sunday against st iggy. but you dont have to push us till we wanna piss in our pants right. we did this stupid sprinting and i bet it has no help on improving our soccer skills. lie die on the field (dirty public field) , when the whistle is blown sprint to the other side and lie down again. its as though we're fuckin' dogs or something. peeeeee! go doggy go. lie down lie down. peeeeeee! go again. plenty of physical training which left us black and panting. thankfully he treated us drinks , i guess he was full of remorse. i knew it! HAHH! no one can stand the sight of us looking all so helpless. training ended with a small match which sucked. our goalpost? the cones. and we're playing with those big goal post next week. no link man.
i guess i stinked 410. got home. bathe. wonderful healthy dinner, salad , mashed potatoes and corn soup. felt so western. thanks for the low fat dinner mum. but i felt hungry at 10. HAHA. did some work and found myself on the com after awhile. the wonders of the com.
school tomorrow. that gotta suck like a bitch. bye
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