Oh dear, my phone is out of battery, what is the world coming to, phones with shitty battery life, like, whatever. Well, like I said in my previous post, dear mummy recently sent me a uniquely retarded SMS, which I enjoyed very much to recieve. This is how it goes.
'Today is International Spaz Day. Please send an encouraging message to a Retarded Friend, just as I've done. I don't care if you lick windows, interfere with farm animals, vote Liberal, or occasionally shit yourself. You hang in there sunshine, you're fucking special.'
...duh...
And yes, for confirmation, it is from my mummy. Some say it's cool that she sends these kinds of SMSs, wonder why. Either way, I suppose it's okay to plagarize the message, but don't fucking expect me to return it to you, although you might be as retarded if not more than I am. So whatever. HaHaHa~
So, did I mention I've started a physics tuition, along with Kristine, paranoid kween(oh, rhyme)? Anyway, I forgot to mention, one of the sessions, I was licked lustfully on the palm when I tried to cover someones mouth, mind you it was at a safe distance. My palm and the mouth of the accused that is to say. Yep, my first lusty lick, and here's the retarded part, it was from a guy. It was Chrispian, and he says it wasn't intentional. Oh, please shoot me, shoot me now.
Aside from some awkwardness thereafter the lick, we continued on with lenses. It was interesting, because for once in my life, I could catch on something on physics. Besides talking hornilly with Gracie-Pookums(sheat?), suddenly I felt something rubbing on my feet. Guess who? Oh my. You are so right. And he claims he thought it was Grace's, which was 2 feet from where he was sitting. If he's bisexual he should tell me, so that I can have some fun. What? How? By making fun of him you f*cking *sshole pervert reader.
ANYWAY, let's put that aside and focus on more important things than possible undisclosed bisexuality, more important things like... ME! Shut up *sshole, I know what you're thinking. So ya, earlier today we were carrying tables to the hall for the upcoming PMR exams, and I wasn't dissapointed. ALOT of our prefects gave a helping hand, everyone was shifting tables like crazy. The best scene of teamwork I've seen in quite some time, kind of proud if you ask me.
After that we continued on the normal stuff, like studying and the usual boring stuff. I had no idea though that seniors are starting to stare at me. I have no idea why, mostly from the science classes. I must be paranoid but if I'm correct, it is EXTREMELY troubling. I wonder how their inauguration day will be like. Meh Heh Heh.
Hmm, I'm sort of confused though, it seems people are saying that the prefects in their own school this year are weak, be it from Chung Hua or St.Co, students from those schools are saying their junior prefect year is the weakest so far. Peculiar isn't it? What's more, most of the Form 4 this year are born from the Horse year. Maybe not everyone is 16 now, but it's just a thought on why we might not be satisfactory, so maybe, Horses(us, stupid) may not be the best kind of leaders, but I must say, we're unique, BwaHaHaHa~
What else... Hmm, I don't think there's much left to say, really. Life is getting boring. I hope the prefect board gets something to do really soon. I'm so looking forward to backdropping again(oh LOL! That sounds so stupid).
Anyway, I think I'm done with this blogging thing. It killed an hour of my retarded life, so yeah.
Have a nice day. And sorry Chris~ Lawlz~
29 September 2006
26 September 2006
Stupid Human, You Smell. (Part 2)
Screw blogspot for losing my f*cking thesis on humanitary perfectionism. SCREW IT !! :D
Anyway, since I have no life and beneficial hobby to aid my pathless future. OH WELL~
So, here goes. As I said earlier,
Don't let the title fool you, I'm not against any people who smell.
I mean, you'll smell eventually right? We are humans after all.
Therefore, it is perfectly human to smell. So when you smell more, you're even more perfect?
Or if you don't smell at all, you're not a perfect human, meaning retarded?
To stink or not to stink? To be perfectly human or... something else?
I don't wanna be called retarded !! I shalt smell like human to be perfectly human !!
A perfect human is perfect, no? Thus, I shall stink myself to no return to unhuman unstinkness !!
Hmm, maybe tonight I won't brush my teeth. And maybe not wash my hair as well.
Oh yes, I can FEEL the perfection already. MuaHaHaHa~
In conclusion, you are a f*cking idiot if you agree with that. But why did I type it anyway? Beats me, after all, this blog IS my perfect disaster. Irony is the theme of the day. Come to think of it, it's the theme everyday. So screw your opinion if you think I should get a life. I lost it to a computer 4 years ago. Don't ask.
Anyway, moving on, I started physics tuition today. Along with Sarah, Chris und Gracias. Kristine and I were new. The students there must have thought, "Oh god, there are more of them..." Oh well.
The teacher was okay, and so posh. We loved her voice, so husky, and... umm, posh. Yeah. But the highlight of the day was seeing different people for a change. There were big people, and small people, but no smelly people. So, umm, yeah. I saw Fu Yuan and Wan Kiung, they're from St.Co but were the same class as me when in Sri Mawar primary since primary 1 to 6. Oh my, she was so purdy, she could easily make any metrosexual idiot jealous all because shes that 'Shriiiinggg~' (shiny glitter falls from the ceiling). *cough* *cough* F*cking glitter in my eyes. *Kffpftt*. What's more, her hair is naturally auburn, sort of a dark brown, which is so kawaii. Moving on from my overobservant skillz(no chrispian, it is NOT obsession, you horny little @#$%, yea, you heard me, @#$% !!), I am so going to have a f*cked up week as have much things to do. Great, my sexuality active b*tch for a dog is barking at a tree, noisy freaking, umm... b*tch.
Hmm. I wonder what else in my life that I can complain about. Umm, nothing right now.
So yeah, like my mom sent me a lovely sms,
Hang in there sunshine, I think you're f*cking special. I'll type out the whole sms next time. But for now, go blend a tissue box and drink it up, fibre is good for you.
Anyway, since I have no life and beneficial hobby to aid my pathless future. OH WELL~
So, here goes. As I said earlier,
Don't let the title fool you, I'm not against any people who smell.
I mean, you'll smell eventually right? We are humans after all.
Therefore, it is perfectly human to smell. So when you smell more, you're even more perfect?
Or if you don't smell at all, you're not a perfect human, meaning retarded?
To stink or not to stink? To be perfectly human or... something else?
I don't wanna be called retarded !! I shalt smell like human to be perfectly human !!
A perfect human is perfect, no? Thus, I shall stink myself to no return to unhuman unstinkness !!
Hmm, maybe tonight I won't brush my teeth. And maybe not wash my hair as well.
Oh yes, I can FEEL the perfection already. MuaHaHaHa~
In conclusion, you are a f*cking idiot if you agree with that. But why did I type it anyway? Beats me, after all, this blog IS my perfect disaster. Irony is the theme of the day. Come to think of it, it's the theme everyday. So screw your opinion if you think I should get a life. I lost it to a computer 4 years ago. Don't ask.
Anyway, moving on, I started physics tuition today. Along with Sarah, Chris und Gracias. Kristine and I were new. The students there must have thought, "Oh god, there are more of them..." Oh well.
The teacher was okay, and so posh. We loved her voice, so husky, and... umm, posh. Yeah. But the highlight of the day was seeing different people for a change. There were big people, and small people, but no smelly people. So, umm, yeah. I saw Fu Yuan and Wan Kiung, they're from St.Co but were the same class as me when in Sri Mawar primary since primary 1 to 6. Oh my, she was so purdy, she could easily make any metrosexual idiot jealous all because shes that 'Shriiiinggg~' (shiny glitter falls from the ceiling). *cough* *cough* F*cking glitter in my eyes. *Kffpftt*. What's more, her hair is naturally auburn, sort of a dark brown, which is so kawaii. Moving on from my overobservant skillz(no chrispian, it is NOT obsession, you horny little @#$%, yea, you heard me, @#$% !!), I am so going to have a f*cked up week as have much things to do. Great, my sexuality active b*tch for a dog is barking at a tree, noisy freaking, umm... b*tch.
Hmm. I wonder what else in my life that I can complain about. Umm, nothing right now.
So yeah, like my mom sent me a lovely sms,
Hang in there sunshine, I think you're f*cking special. I'll type out the whole sms next time. But for now, go blend a tissue box and drink it up, fibre is good for you.
29 December 1990
Statistics Show: Paranoia Killed Me.
I'm in Kuching now, using Aunt Sharon's(Mummy's good friend) Apple notebook. Kind of a cute-and-clean-looking-laptop-thing, Mum says she's going to buy me one if she starts working next year. Said I don't want one. What I want is just a new computer or digicam. Notebooks aren't for me right now. I'm just an SPM student after all.
Speaking of SPM, only a day or two before 2007 starts and it's study mode all over again, Apparently some of my friends have already started preparing for next year. I don't really believe them. Even if they have a headstart, we'll all still be at the same speed when studying. I admit I'm not the smartest student even though I'm supposedly in the smartest class in Form 4(well, apart from 4S2, but who cares about them, HaHa, Sarah will murder me). As I've written in earlier posts, I will try to stop my father from nagging by studying. Yes, I will study. Oh My Gawd. Study. Yes. Hmm. God help me.
According to previous posts, I might have exposed myself as an angry child. May I possibly redeem myself by saying, as long as I am properly taken care of, I will be a good boy. Yes I will. Unless of course I am stuck at home for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and a deprived of any form of social interaction, then I will self-implode and destroy anything that annoys me with my awesome laser eye powers. Mmhmm. Maybe this is an epiphany of some sort, though I might not exactly know the meaning of the damn word, that maybe oxygen shoulden't be left by itself, because when it's provoked with a flame, it will blow you up like chocolate cake blows up your thighs. Okay, maybe I might not be the next Confucius but dammit, I'm trying.
Going back to my Christmas list, I think I might strike everything else out except the digicam and new computer. But I think for my own good, the computer can wait just a while longer till my SPM is done, or I might be playing more games that are completely unbeneficial to me, but, I'm not complaining, playing these games have introduced me to some amazing people that I might have never met 'offline'.
Is my blog boring? I bet it is because I STILL don't have a digicam to take some freaking pictures to pretty it up. Oh gawd, how I despise smokers. There are better and cooler ways to die, like saving a baby from a burning building then falling into a coma due to excessive smoke intake. Yes, not only do you save a baby, you get a page in the newspaper too. I shall ask father to try that sometime. I'm sure with lungs like his, he woulden't even SMELL the smoke. You betcha,
Can't wait to go back to school strangely. The holidays are just too filled with boredom and nothingness. I'd rather be in school, screaming away with Lydia, quarelling with Kristine like some sort of disfunctional couple, poking away with Grace, talk about RO with Samuel(??), sharing really horny hugs with Sarah in front of the whole school, being sarcastic with Chrispian(??), and doing prefect stuff. Oh, and I'm looking forward to the prefect camp next year for the '07/'08 bunch. Would be nice if we held it somewhere else apart from the school field. Am still not happy with the fact we're stuck with Mr. Patrick Avon as our teacher-in-charge. He freaking talked so long with us discussing the trip to KL after some prefect duties when school was still open. I hope he won't be that kind of empty-promises person. He isn't such a busy person for gawd sake. He's an ART teacher. You teach students to draw and spit paint on paper using straws, what's there to teach? Kids can do just as well by themselves if you leave them with the tools and materials. If any school authority reads this I am doomed. But I have the right to voice my opinion. I miss Mdm. Jenny. At least she kept meetings short and simple, just the way prefects need it. Not sermons from the almighty REPLACEMENT PKHEM. Why can't the afternoon prefect teacher-in-charge take over. He's more dominant. Just because he doesn't want to wake up so early. Hmph. Just great la.
Seriously, if any of the teachers read about this, I.am.doomed. But I don't care. At least my opinion is heard. Did I mention the food in Kuching was dissapointing? Well, at least I got to buy a really nie hush puppy sweater. It's very nice. Hmm, I think I'm running out of things to say. I hope this gets loaded or I will be seriously get pissy. Seeing as this place is a wireless connection place and I had had trouble getting to this page, there might be a chance this post would be f*cked up. Well, you woulden't be reading this if it was, so, yah. Lol.
Speaking of SPM, only a day or two before 2007 starts and it's study mode all over again, Apparently some of my friends have already started preparing for next year. I don't really believe them. Even if they have a headstart, we'll all still be at the same speed when studying. I admit I'm not the smartest student even though I'm supposedly in the smartest class in Form 4(well, apart from 4S2, but who cares about them, HaHa, Sarah will murder me). As I've written in earlier posts, I will try to stop my father from nagging by studying. Yes, I will study. Oh My Gawd. Study. Yes. Hmm. God help me.
According to previous posts, I might have exposed myself as an angry child. May I possibly redeem myself by saying, as long as I am properly taken care of, I will be a good boy. Yes I will. Unless of course I am stuck at home for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and a deprived of any form of social interaction, then I will self-implode and destroy anything that annoys me with my awesome laser eye powers. Mmhmm. Maybe this is an epiphany of some sort, though I might not exactly know the meaning of the damn word, that maybe oxygen shoulden't be left by itself, because when it's provoked with a flame, it will blow you up like chocolate cake blows up your thighs. Okay, maybe I might not be the next Confucius but dammit, I'm trying.
Going back to my Christmas list, I think I might strike everything else out except the digicam and new computer. But I think for my own good, the computer can wait just a while longer till my SPM is done, or I might be playing more games that are completely unbeneficial to me, but, I'm not complaining, playing these games have introduced me to some amazing people that I might have never met 'offline'.
Is my blog boring? I bet it is because I STILL don't have a digicam to take some freaking pictures to pretty it up. Oh gawd, how I despise smokers. There are better and cooler ways to die, like saving a baby from a burning building then falling into a coma due to excessive smoke intake. Yes, not only do you save a baby, you get a page in the newspaper too. I shall ask father to try that sometime. I'm sure with lungs like his, he woulden't even SMELL the smoke. You betcha,
Can't wait to go back to school strangely. The holidays are just too filled with boredom and nothingness. I'd rather be in school, screaming away with Lydia, quarelling with Kristine like some sort of disfunctional couple, poking away with Grace, talk about RO with Samuel(??), sharing really horny hugs with Sarah in front of the whole school, being sarcastic with Chrispian(??), and doing prefect stuff. Oh, and I'm looking forward to the prefect camp next year for the '07/'08 bunch. Would be nice if we held it somewhere else apart from the school field. Am still not happy with the fact we're stuck with Mr. Patrick Avon as our teacher-in-charge. He freaking talked so long with us discussing the trip to KL after some prefect duties when school was still open. I hope he won't be that kind of empty-promises person. He isn't such a busy person for gawd sake. He's an ART teacher. You teach students to draw and spit paint on paper using straws, what's there to teach? Kids can do just as well by themselves if you leave them with the tools and materials. If any school authority reads this I am doomed. But I have the right to voice my opinion. I miss Mdm. Jenny. At least she kept meetings short and simple, just the way prefects need it. Not sermons from the almighty REPLACEMENT PKHEM. Why can't the afternoon prefect teacher-in-charge take over. He's more dominant. Just because he doesn't want to wake up so early. Hmph. Just great la.
Seriously, if any of the teachers read about this, I.am.doomed. But I don't care. At least my opinion is heard. Did I mention the food in Kuching was dissapointing? Well, at least I got to buy a really nie hush puppy sweater. It's very nice. Hmm, I think I'm running out of things to say. I hope this gets loaded or I will be seriously get pissy. Seeing as this place is a wireless connection place and I had had trouble getting to this page, there might be a chance this post would be f*cked up. Well, you woulden't be reading this if it was, so, yah. Lol.
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