Was taking 804 back here. Then I saw Olivia get off the bus as I was stepping off the steps. The first look I got from her was the WHO-THE-F-DO-YOU-TREAT-ME-AS??-look.

"OOI! You didn't see me ah????

"I call so loud and you didn't hear me also lor!"

I really didn't see her. All Minstry Of Sound's fault. You just have to have higher concentration to hear the rubbish techno they design, you know, so obviously I didn't see her mah! Let alone hear her. Just has the aim to

OK...get that seat at way back before that fat man infront of me does.

Then as we were walking along the market, we saw Qian Wei's father...her uncle, in another words. (Olivia and Qian Wei are cousins and Qian Wei's in yj now and I happened to know him too) To my amazement, she shushed my suggestion that she greet him. Pretend I never heard that. So were continued walking in the direction of the catholic church when her phone rang. And this is what I heard:

"...."

"No lah! Primary school friend, cannot isssit???"

Olivia's pattern has always been like that since I knew her in primary school.

".....blah blah blah........cannot isssit???"

So we looked back to see Qian Wei's uncle walking about 10 metres behind us like some chee-coo-pek stalker. And after that, we split outside the church. I didn't look back, but I suspect she kena grilled by her uncle again to confirm that I'm not her boyfriend.

*very loud LOL*
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Lost to RJ. Something like 10-NIL.

Mrs Ng seriously has some problem with us. First, she didn't give reasons why we have to play hockey. And then she didn't give us the space to play hocley with. Neither did she come down to our training sessions to see how we are doing. Then she expects miracles like a bunch of complete noobs to know how to play hockey and win matches. Furthur more, she didn't give incentives like making floorball a core CCA.

Is it me, or is she getting all old, haggy and really unreasonable.

Nissa was at Delta. I bet she, together with the other NJ girls, were laughing at us. Like which team they've ever seen in their lifetime that they scored a ZERO against their opponent. Friday's with PJC. The glimmer of hope because they are quite new to the whole hockey thingy.

I really don't look forward to the last match with VJC. Heard they run like there's no tomorrow.

And Izzah still jio me to play floorball on Friday.
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Ma's frying salmon in the kitchen. The smell is sooo good it's killing me. Yumyum....salmon..makes my day anyday. Cik should sell salmon in school, then I'll buy from her everyday:

"CIK!!! SALMON SATU!!!"

I'm drooling.



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Joel the Botak is getting on my nerves. Just this morning, we were having our break after the supposed Geepee which Mrs G didn't come for because she's got some course to attend. After geepee, we marched off to the canteen for our break. Not too bad, except for the stuffy weather. Saw C4 and Cloud in the canteen eating their usuals. OK. Small talks here and there with Lala as the root of our jokes again. I think he's becoming so immune to our cruel jokes about him and his clamder chow and whale-sized appetite that he has resorted to his old technique of fighting us --- 3 DAY WEEKS. I think he and *jackie are still vying for the Top Absentee Award 2005. *jackie won it last year because Lala came for lessons for the last few weeks last year, but *jackie didn't.

Feeling dusgruntled, Lala is determined to earn back the hornour that was stolen from him by the tennis-racket weilding *jackie. Lala's gonna fuck hi.....oops.

My bad.

Lala's gonna fight him with his band instrument! The...er..err...FLUTE like thingy! Ah...yes...fight him with the flute. Stay tuned to find our the result of The Sparing of The Instruments!

Back to my story of...hm..Right. Botak. He deserves a thrashing. I think he knows I hate him. But yet he hung around like a blaady magnet with KzK, Ah Neh and me. Benny and The Autistic kid joined us later. Then when we are finished with our mee, Botak followed us into the Mugging Centre. And throughout the whole time, he was yakking and yakking away while people like Your's Truely was trying to figure out WTF d.r.v. was all about. I quietly blew my top when he used that commanding voice:

"Orh..ERR. THIS ONE IS USING THE GEEPEE."

Hello, darling. I'm minding my own business. Why the flower do you have chaap in and disturb me? I dunno. I wish to fail. I wish not to have to hand in my assignment. So what the fuck is you problem? I didn't ask for your help. Not that I will ever ask for your help. So pack your fucking ugly grin with you, Mr Know-It-All, and get the fuck out of my way. Your advise is highly not taken and it will ever be when The Pope starts parading in Venice stark naked and the Sun rises from the South.

I think he pushed his luck until Ah Neh did something that Mr Know-It-All had to give advice to --- again.

"NO LAH...THIS ONE IF YOU DO LIKE THAT THEN YOU WON'T GET THE ANSWER."

Your's truely, at this point, growled:

"Just let him do what he wants, OK?"

"NO LAH, IT'S JUST THAT...AHH..."

He trailed off when he realized that I was not interested in his defence, when I returned to study my notes.

At the next break after PC/CT, he still followed us, but he kept very quiet. Mr Know-It-All has decided that we know enough. This reminds me of another time when Mrs G was angry with us so much so she walked out of the class. Boss then took over to speak to the class, part of which he identified people he hates who have made life as the Class Chairman as difficult as a man making love to a pile of dog shit.

Thereafter, Your's truely as Second in Line has to advise my Boss what to with the remaining time when Mrs G refuses to come back to class. Daadaa this, daadaa that...and after me and Boss went to see Mrs G and came back with more threats from her, I saw Mr Know-It-All sitting on the teacher's desk. I dunno WTF he said cos the class was quite quiet and everyone was seated, but I just told him to go back to his seat.

Look, Mister. You may be the councillor in school, but when things concern the class, you kick into action only when Boss has died, I've gotten AIDS from some slut in Geylang and got myself knocked down by a Bendy Bus, KzK got caught by the Mata for downloading illegal porn and Chao Su got hauled back to Myanmar for swimming to Singapore illegally.

Else, you jolly well shut your gap and continue having close contact with the chair that your backside supposed to be.
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Laziness did.
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Pasta with chicken curry. I told you my Ma's crazy.
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I need a new mouse. This one is killing me with it's retardedness and some form of indispensible dirt is forming at the 4 contact points with the desk. The standby one is way to small for my humongous paws, though I do like it's wireless thingy. I saw an ad for the logitech mouse last year. The fucking mouse cost $100 plus, but the promotion dragged the price down to $55. Contemplated to buy the mouse then, cos this old one is already giving me cramps. Now to think back, how is it possible to have almost 50% discount for a Logitecg product? Might have been made in Taiwan, then the manufacturer transfered the workshop to some uber-ulu place in a longkang in China, then they used women to slave in the sweatshop.

I hate sweatshops.

And also because I procrastinated, the offer eventually expired. So I'm left with this dirt-accumulating mouse again. Never buy Justy mouses. A Japanese brand, and yet it says it's made in China.

The Microsoft set of wireless keyboard and mouse looks good.



It works on Bluetooth. And that also means I have to upgrade my Mandrake to 10.1, unless the mail-order Linux version --- which name I conviniently forgot --- comes with bluetooth function. Think I'll get a radio frequency version instead. Oh man. There gos another $165.

I'm beginning to think I'm like a bank withdrawal machine with seemingly impossible credit limit.
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WineX. Konsole completed making the WineX CVS file only after a gazillion news segments on channel 8, and I've washed my face. Just when I'm about to blog about the efficiency of the millions of programmers who contributed to WineX, Konsole gave me a nice surprise by telling me everything's done. Pleasing.

Now if I can get a few Windows games...Warcraft?
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Shiqin really went to poly! I can't believe it! My darling went poly. Hmpgh. Now my days will be soooo boring. Sigh. All the best, dear!

School. It's always about school. Why school? Why have such a thing as schooling? It's impossible! Is it because it's designed for the sake of giving kids like you and me work? Just so we won't bother the adults as they work? Admire those whose parents have businesses thye can inherit from. Heehee.



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Love. Such a mysterious thing. Celine Dion's voice comes floating around.

"Have you ever beeeeeen in LOOOOVE?"

No. People have been asking me. "Eh boy ah...got girlfriend or not?"

"No."

"Don't bluff lah!" he/she pushed.

"No."

*He/she gives that sheepish look and dropped the subject to talk to my mother or father.

Why. Is it being this age that one has to have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Is it a crime NOT to have one at all? Ya Ling has a boyfriend. And he's Guan Lin, my friend whom I knew since first 3 months. IS it that if she has a girlfriend that I have to have one too? I dunno about Hui Qi, but I don't think she's single either, just that her parents don't know about it.

The disadvantages of having a partner.

1. No free time for yourself.
   
   One will kinda have to pressure to hang around your partner all the time. And your partner will be pestering you to keep her company all the time. So you weekends when you could have spent some time doing your homejoy or when you could spend that extra hour completing your game, you'll have to call her and keep her company while you do nothing (except maybe listen to her crap on the phone) and she does more constructive stuff like doing her manicure and combing her hair and stuff like that.
   
   
2. Less money for yourself.
   
   Guess where your money will go? To her lah, bodoh. Doesn't matter if you have your own steady imcome from work or something. But not when that meague amount your parents give you and you have to share it with another person. That's one less Naruto VCD for people like Cloud, a few less curry puffs for people like LittleC4.
   
   
3. Your homework goes down the drain.
   
   Especially those bitches who require your attention 24/7 and all she does is to whine like an ambulance. OK. Some may argue, cos I've seen couples who encourage each other to mug all the time, and at the end of the day, they live happily ever after cos they finally found someone who suits the job of a personal assistant.
   
   
4. No more time for floorball.
   
   I need all the training I can get, then YJ's getting the champion prize at the end of the year at the National Youth Floorball Tournament.

Ahh... That alone is enough to deter me from any girls. So I'm single and I intend to stay that way for sometime. Whacha gonna do about it?
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CJ got herself downgraded to year one. I dunno the eact reason, but I'm darn sure its not because of what she told me. During training today while she popped by with her ever-famous FBT shorts, she said that she got demoted to year one to join them jerks. The year one boys went "ERR? ERR?" which never fails to remind me their IO is just at the same level as the waruses which also makes the same noises.

Getting back to CJ. She told me she was scared that she won't be able to make it. What a bloody excuse. Did she ever consider that she got through the blaady tough promos with no doubt passable grades compared to the rest of us? Did she ever consider that dropping back one year will make her compete with the dragon kids who are so populating the school that they're like ant colonies which NEVER seem to go away, no matter how many you squash? So fucked up, man. Then she has to work harder to get to the local uni cos every single one of those smart dragon babies will be competing with her for THAT place in uni?

I hate to say it, but the only good thing with her staying back is that during any floorball training in school next year, people like me and Malek will be having some kind of contact still, so technically speaking, we won't miss any of the important training sessions. She'll still be around as the PR gal. Not a good consolation nonetheless.



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I'm stressed this few weeks. Hockey seems impossible. It's no longer the passion that drives me to practise and perfect and increase the strength of my balls....um....not testicles --- the putt. Tournament is starting next week. And every match is on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Lucky they didn't take my Slack-Tueday and Mugging-Thursday. Hell. Eving Thursday which sounded like "OH SHIT! IT'S THURSDAY TMR!! AND I'VE MILLIONS OF TONNES OF TUTORIALS NOT DONE!!" and now it sounds like "Thank my lucky star its THursday and not Wednesday or Monday".

I'm beginning to love my books and my bed more than the hockey putt and the bloody stick. And that means I'll be missing the Charles Goh lecture tmr. Ms Tan said there won't be any make up for those who miss it. Damn I'm so gonna fail me EMI.

Darn flower.



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I saw part of ODAC training. Cloud rocks. He made them run 10 rounds, do around 20 pumpings after each lap and made them sing as they ran. Sounds like they're crazt from far. Looks like they're all running away --- from the janitor and his mop after they mass orgied in the toilet and left the stains and smell as the package --- from far. But still, their stupid training is soooo much better off than ours.

Bah!
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XiaXue does it again with her latest post on unneceessary evangelists. Never been to a christian-style funeral before, so I don't think I can say anything for myself for these pastors who emphasize how Christians are going to heaven when they die while the rest of us are going to burn in hell when we die. But who gives a damn about burning in hell? We Taoists(or is it Buddhists) have our own verison of burning in hell that's far more graphical than the Christian version. It's said that with the deeds that you're done on Earth while you were still alive, retribution will follow. So if you've been a very...very...very......VERY bad boy, you'll reach reincarnation much later than anyone else do. I believe part of it comprises of you getting a drink from this well so you'll forget the deeds that you've done, and then you'll be sent on the various tasks to complete, such as having you skin burnt off you or something like that.

Truthfully, I wouldn't so-called convert to Christianism, not even if my life depends on it. I was at my grand-uncle's funeral about 2 weeks back. If you had seen a funeral and some dooong-dooong-chiang beside Mayflower Secondary Campus 2 in the evening on Friday, chances are that you might have seen me there. Despite me being the grand-nephew, I had to sort of represent my dad (he's overseas) and my ma cos she's working too. So I also had to hold joss sticks the way my uncles did.

Well. This wouldn't be needed if three of my granduncle's daughters didn't convert to Christianism. They got baptised by some muthafucking pasta when they got married to their husbands, so technically speaking in Taoist terms, they're sinned if they ever touched anything that's supposedly joss-tisized --- from joss sticks to incensed paper to those bright red bloody huge candles you see the aunties burn at the bottom of you flat.

Did I mention that my granduncle had 5 daughters and a son, so adds up to be 6 children in all? OK. Then 3 daughters got baptised by some (muthafucking) pastas, so all these 3 kids could only watch from the corner of the void deck how the whole procession is going on. They aren't even allowed to see their dead father who's of course --- lying in the coffin.

This is sad. Damn sad. The other 2 daughters...two had to look after their mother full time now. My grandaunty's still ok, just that she got hagged by all the hooo-ha of her husband's death, so now she's quite weak. So that leaves a son.

In the traditionally chinese society when boys are more valued than girls, it's the boys who have to do the final process to send their parents 'off'. But nowadays, even the daughters can take over the job of this 'sending off'. With the only son left and him also the only man around free to do nothing, he natually has to lead the rest of the people who have came to pay their last respects.

I saw for myself how painful this process can be. Not in the sense that he gets poked or burnt by the doong-doong-chiang guy, but he has to be around 24/7 with no sleep to entertain the guests. And that brings in the story about ME.

I wasn't supposed to be around. But due to the fact my granduncle has too few family members (the poor son left) and close relatives to do the procession, we as the next of kin have to come in to help out. The poor boy had to take this funny green lantern that the doong-doong-chiang guy did all kinds of nonsense to, and bring it around almost all the time.

We have only 2 boys in our family, and no other kids around. My brother now has some kind of freaky links with some mutha-fucking church, so I have no idea whether he is a full-pleged Taoist. Both my parents are Taoists, so when they die when they .... well...die, they have to go thru the Taoists' procession. And they need their children who are still religion-wise their children. If my lil' bro calls it quits, there'll only be me left to handle the procession. But if even I call it quits, my poor ma and dad will be sent off to Heaven by complete strangers. I'm sure I won't want that thought to entertain me.

That's one of the reason why I stay far away from the influence of Christianism. Most of the Christian friends I know don't usually dsturb me, but the rest of them don't use tactics to convince me. They bite me, so I have to bite back and then I might risk losing another friend.

Friends over family? Religion over family?

No thanks. I'll have my family anytime.
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Just my luck that odds are against me. OK. I sound negative. Maybe should stop what people call ranting. Personally, I hate rantings. Take a look at Del's blog. It's just so full of shit that half way thru that horrible lines and lines of shit, I closed her tab and moved on to other's blog. est blog should go to Val. Her background's not exactly the best around, I have to say. Somehow, her short paragraphs gives the impression that she has a relatively crazy lifestyle with Mr R.

Haha. She'll stab me if she sees this.

Feels rather great this morning, saved for the marred k3b updating:

So I thought of blogging when it just completed downloading the CVS. Internet so slow, I tell you. Now I'm waiting for Konsole to Make the file:

I saved the horrible unreadible characters and the backgorund for your viewing pleasure. Know Mr Buaya will be in awe with it.

=)
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Hectic schedule for the last week. OK. The last 6 days.

Monday : Training till 7. Tired. Went to sleep after I came back.
Tuesday : P.E. Also tired. Went to sleep after dinner.
Wednesday : Training till 6. Went back with a sore scrotum cos some Canberra boy hit my balls will his stick as I attacked during the hockey game.
Thursday : NYP game. Reached home at 7.40pm. Aunty Wenne and Uncle Tony dropped by. No time to study. Watched Chase at nine. Too tired after that, so went to ZZzzz.
Now : Blogging and wasting time after I watched Smallsville.


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Spent a whole lot of money that's well spent. Correct. My floorball stick! Got a slight discount from Coach, but then again, it's setting my backup finds for about a week or so. And 4/5 guys are going out for dinner tomorrow evening. Can you imagine us celebrating Pornaphan's coming back? Eka coming back not so bad, but Pornophan??

BTW, Pornaphan's real name is not so. His Voraphan mixed with excessive porn, so Rais decided to just call him Pornaphan.

And I owe Mr Buaya some 3 kueys' worth of cash.



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Hockey training at NYP on Thursday. I knew how big the field is, but somehow, its rather different when you actually run on the field. Just started hockey this year, so I'm not expecting us get the national first or something like that this coming tournament. Mouth was already quite dry when I started the game with Northland Sec boys. Didn't have chance to have enough gas to run on for my next 15 minutes, so Coach sub me out after that. FOr the first time ever, I was so fking lucky he took me out --- coulda died on the court tackling the boys. Damn fast they were. Running after the ball will only kill yourself. Dribbling was out of the question, with the strength at which we hit, and the horrible accuracy of the year one's. Even during training, odd characters like their so-called dear Raymond Ho --- his aiming's so bad, one of his balls can skip from the PE department office past me, 5 soccer boys, some track boys, a teacher at the benches of the track, past some shreiking girls who're running on the track, and onto the soccer field. See what I mean? But he's kinda like the exception. HIS aiming is bad, and it never seems to improve. Other year ones like Ci Hui, Ah Bee are getting better by the training. I think Aaron played before, so he's not counted.

I need to re-charge.
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I am soooo dead. Lot's of stuff to do. And lucky the CS test is next week. I need more time to study for my CS. Had been focusing so much on my physics a few wee ago that I lost touch with my other subjects. But what the heck. Electricity rocks.

But then again. Computing needs some work. I scored a record low that I've never scored in my entire history. You can't count the first electricity test where I scored ZERO over thirty. I didn't study at all. Oh yeah. had TEN upon 50 for OOP. That's like so full of shit. 20%.

I told you I rock...um...rot.

And coursework. Didn't have as much done as I would have liked this weekend. Went for the prayers on behalf of my parents and wasted a Friday night and a Saturday morning. Then instead of finishing my work, I went to play NFSU2. I know. I Catholic terms, or Muslim terms. Or some shit religions like that, I sinned.

Ahhh.. The pleasure of 'sinning'. I got my life back that few hours. Did you?

Then I went down town to celebrate my aunty's birthday. (Uncle) Tony's in Singapore, so bviously he tagged along. Had dinner at Bobby Rubino's at CHIJMES. Food was lovely. Ambience wasn't too bad --- can hardly see to eat, though. Half the time, I had to try not to shove the ribs into my nose. Then the toilet...ahhh... the most important part that passes each restaurant.

Bobby Rubino's FAIL. I say they should get a F+++. The place they called restroom didn't have ventilation. So the air I was breathing while inside could have been 10% fart and 5% oxygen and 85% carbon dioxide.

The service saved them. My ma was going into her super kiasu mode yesterday evening, so typical waiters would have slammed the notepad on the table, shouted "YOU STUPID MORON! YOU'RE WASTING MY BLOODY TIME LISTENING TO YOUR THOUGHTS ON WHAT SHIT YOU WANT TO EAT! ORDER IT YOURSELF, BITCH!!!"

So, it's kudos to that moron who's stupid enough to wait for them to order.
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I get angry easily. It runs in my blood. Or rather, anger speeds through my veins faster than a standard racing Subaru WRX. I've always been quite an angry little boy since I came into contact with morons in primary school. Cause some hurt to a particular person, who when I see nowsdays, I get kinda guilty. Then Jasmine saw my problem last year. She got frightened. Really scared. And sometime before we thought we're going to part to different JCs, she made me promise her not to get angry anymore.

I can't say I didn't break my promise. No notions of my promise ever drifted across my brain when I fly into a real rage. It's only when there're people around me that I try to control a bit lest they get scared away. Sometimes, I reflect on my attitude after a while, I pondered if it was even necessary for me to get fired up then. Then I got frightened.

Frightened by myself.

Funny, isn't it? Even more funny if I tell you that I will think of taking the nearest object and flung it right in the face of that person. If it's a blade that's nearby, it would slice the face neatly into 2 halfs. If it's a dumbbell or something blunt and thick, it'll punch a bigger hole than the grand canyon in his stomach. Then I'll move in to break the 3 to 4 bone from the brain of his spine.

You know who you are. If you ever make one more slight noise than necessary, I'll won't think twice of destroying your life however long it takes.

Retribution is sweet.
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Ripped this off friendster.com

1.Would you marry for money?
yes. provided the gilr is a damn rich bimbo and she can't tell the difference between red and maroon

2.Could you live without a computer?
i can possibly try. Wasn't successful the last time cos I was compelled to blog.

3.If you could go back to e past, when would it be?
Last year the day when I was deciding on my future. Might have taken on Bio as my fourth subject instead of the next choice.

4. Do you drink enough water?
Enough not to dehydrate me into a sponge

5.Do you wear shoes in the house or take them off?
Off. I find people who wear shoes into the house rather disgusting. THey obviously can't tell sparkling from grim

6.What are your favorite fruits?
Banana. ti's easy to peel when it's just ripe, and doesn't have seeds to bother me.

7.What is your favorite place to visit?
Marche. Still can't forget the generous amount of garlic they fried with the huge mushrooms. Simply fantastic And Merchant court has one of the best dinner and oysters. yummy

8. Do you dream in color or black and white?
I can't rmb. My brain is scattered enough without the effort to retrieve my dreams. But i _think_ it's black adn white, unless it was something special

9.Why do you take surveys?
Cos people will know more about me. Sounds egoistic, but it's true, if you take a split second to roll those brain-horsepower

10.Do you drink alcohol?
yes. in small amounts. I can't stand the not-so-itchy rashes that comes after that. And my face goes all red after an hour, as if i have a permanent blush

11. What is the most beautiful language?
No idea. Shawn-glish?

12. Do you like sunrises or sunsets the most?
sunsets. The birds settle down, so it's not too noisy.

13. Do you want to live to be 100?
No. Don't want to look like some hagged old freako.

14. Is a flat stomach important to you?
I rather have 6 or 8 packs, thx.

15. Are you tolerant of other people's beliefs?
Not if a certain religion who's people are labled Evangelists. Sorry, I don't ahve anything agaist the people themselves, but it's utterly horrifying of them to assume I'm religionless

16.When you watch movies at home, do you like
the lights on or off?
ON. I'm afraid that the ants will bite me

17. Do you believe in magic?
Just a load of dumble-dee-dumble-daa

18.Do you think you can draw well?
I can scratch. oh yeah.

19.Do you like to watch cartoons?
Looney Tunes, perphaps. japanese type of anime and manga doesn't suit my taste. too serious.

20.At what age did you find out that Santa Claus
wasn't real?
I saw through the bluffology tactic straighaway when I first knew what that Fat Man in Red does for a living.

21. Do you write poetry?
Oh no. But I can swear in poetry format.

22. you sleep more on your back, front, or sides?
Sides. My ma always thought I was cold, that's why I "curl up". But I think it's because I sleep on my sides.

23.Would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?
nono. I'll kill them instantly by castrating them and kicking them in the bruised crotch.

24. Are you basically a happy person?
Oh yeah. THey mentioned the yin-yang balance. I'm just there to neutralise the negative atmosphere.

25.Are you tired?
Damn you'll be too, if you're too tired and you've got a hundred and one people you hate and want to kill with a Barbie Doll's arm.

26. Did you drink anything with caffeine in it today?
One cuppa that went cold after my morning shower. Urgh.

27. Have you ever met any one off the internet?
not that i can remember.

28. How many phones do you have in your house?
four, i think.

29. Do you get along with your parents?
Get along with Ma more than Dad, but both are fine with me.

30. If you're gonna talk to someone today, who would it be?
My a-level coursework examiner. so i cna do blowjobs for him/her and get my As...nah..kidding. Mr Buaya, I supposed. I need my insanity back.


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It was a nice day today.

Must have been the rain. It didn't rain. It snowed liquified flakes. And you can see the sky all misty cos the 'snow' was covering it. And it snowed through the entire day. I suspected the raining started last night around 12mn when I when to sleep. The good thing about this type of rain, is of course the heat is destroyed. And I can see Johor from here again. Even at night, the crane lights from the Admiralty Dwarfs shine through the silent night drowing the darkness. Simply fantastic.



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School. Ms Tan mentioned that Boss and I are super hyper today. It's unsual, according to her. She's probably thinking that we had probably found a girl each and robbed them of their virgins or something. Anyway, physics rocks today, cos I realized that I finally don't need my notes and yet still analyse the TYS questions, courtesy of Kodomut --- he claimed that he has too many TYS at home. I believe.

Ms Lee looked rather mad today. Could have been that Mrs Kwang took away her favourite class 209. NO. WAIT. Her favourite class is 203 --- We've got an Indian here. Or it might have been her cramps are getting bad. Or she might be pregnant (again).

"Violence is a sign of pregnancy" - 2003, Nissa Ibrahim & Ruebini.

Or it was the terrible results from our class. We promised fantastic results. The ex-f-maths students didn't do that well. OK. Most likely this reason. She made some comments about people who have studied them (chapters) before, and still get that kind of atrocious red marks.



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Hockey training was like some sort of torture camp. Coach crapped little, and moved on to training. Made us jump like some mad dicks across the parade square. The most fun part was when we had to piggy back each other. And I got Sophian to piggy me. In turn had to piggy back him, of course. It was chicken feet. Then some of the year Ones were so dumb. In piggy backs, you have to make sure your person's ass is above the poor horse you're riding on. This Rodney guy was almost as if he was fugging the poor horse's ass with his dick. At the end of the 20 metres, he's ass was rubbing against the horse's calves.

Go figure.

I think the same person asked me if I was year One or Two. I asked him back the same question. "Do I look like year One or Two?"

There were some of them who obviously don't really appreciate the miracle Coach is trying to make. He admitted that never in his lifetime could he screw a good-enough hockey team together in barely 2 months. That was 1 month ago. It's about half a month to the tournament now. Around 18th or 19th this month, if he wasn't wrong. I have to ask Nissa or Kim.

I digressed.

OK. This year one was chattering happily away among the 19 people altogether. He stopped only when I turned around, put my fingers on my lips and make the SHHHH!!!!!!! mouth action. Of course, he stopped. But while walking home after training, the same guy was chatting happily away with some bunch of girls --- year Ones. When I went close, he stopped mid sentence. So kookoo. If you love to bad mouth people, please think of the actions that you have done, reflect upon your rudness. If you think I'm wrong and you were right, shove that mouth of your's up that Dragon-baby candy ass and take a real deep breathe. Stinks, eh? That's your attitude.

Being rude doesn't get your pretty dick anywhere.
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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I assumed the MSN Messenger Network is down. Because I can't seem to log in thru my AMSN Messenger. It couldn't have been my configuring my ports, cos while I was doing the configuration, and I rebooted my router quite a few times, the messenger was still connected.

And that reminds me Mandrake jammed on me just now while I logged into my account. Probably because it didn't feel like waking up. Lame, I know. It happened before, and it could happen anytime again. Had to reconfigure the entire system when I got locked out the last time. It's not funny. This time round while I reset my PC, Mandrake set a "lost&found" account --- just like last time --- I suspect this time is to put some of the data it found lying around to that folder. Hmph. Talking about neat organisation.

Coursework. Source of all trouble. Saviour of my A-level. I dunno how I'm gonna pass at the current rate I'm going. It's like all the world's shit is raining on your's truely. And I can't take it. People's starting to be rather unkind to me. *Boo-Hoo*. Like I'll care. All the better if they are, then I can concentrate on my physics and score a bloody C to shove up Ms Tan's.

Daniel Bedingfield's latest album, Second First Impressions, has been inside my darling mp3 player for the last week or so. Somehow, his music actually sounds rather good. Get the torrent file from Torrent Search. It's got some. Not all. Internet police is craking down hard on people. Don't risk if you don't like risks such as jay-walking. Hmm...If one doesn't like support jay-walking, he's almost non-human at all.

OK. I digressed. Danile Bedingfield. Rather late now so I don't turn on my songs, but his one song "All Your Attention" is still ringing in my brain. Not so much the lyrics --- they're like candy pop, non- much better than Britney Spears' rubbish. I suppsosed its the tune that's quite catchy. No use chucking the lyrics here. I hate people who do that. The album itself is worth the purchase if you have the means. It's not like the first album which has a few acoustic versions of the same songs, so it was a rip-off. The new one has all new tracks. Shawn gives out of 5:



Late already. Think I'll do more research for a while later, then plot out my coursework tmr morning.
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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