Useless People Burn In Hell; My Hell.

And may I mention it is damn hot there.

I hate the fact our school is accepting rejects from other schools and doesn't know how to kick certain students even though they are useless to the school. Parasites parasites parasites. Might as well spray Shieldtox in their useless parasitic faces. Bizass.

About today, Merentas Desa thingie went okay. Nothing special throughout the whole day as I was 'prize-boy'. G*d, it even sounds wrong. Whatever, at least I still got to walk around helping teachers and getting on their good side. I love prefectorial benefits. Love it, love it, love it.

I was very surprised at the fact that 3 'Gangster Wannabe' guys won 1st, 2nd, and 4th place. By cheating. F*ck them, man. Why did they do that? It's so rude. And the stupid checkpoint markers should be photocopied pieces of paper given out with chops on them. Then at the last checkpoint, get stapled with coloured bullets. Not even innovative. I wonder which teacher thought of the whiteboard marker-marking idea. They should ask me. ME. MEMEMEMEME. Why? Because I'm smarter than your average stupid 'Gangster Wannabe'. Very much.

Mummy and dad are at work for some reason. Mummy has been busy at center point, the new area near GCM. She's a consultant working for a new concept bar. Am so proud of mummy coming out of her shell. Dad on the other hand is swamped with agreements and documents in the office. Everyday he comes back tired, because of 'work'. Even though I'm only in school a quarter of a day, and him half a day, he has air-conditioning, a sofa chair, secretaries to do the little things, an office boy to send stuff around and a canteen that has food a LITTLE better than our school canteen. And I am absorbing information and trying to fuse it into my brain while he just uses what he already knows and makes decisions of which he is able to ask around if he encounters any problems along the way. And no exams.

If you ask me, schools should give us a type of test that determines our profession. After we get our results, we learn all the f*cking basics and do our best and focus on the requirements for that profession. Like, I take the test and my results say that I should be a veteranarian, then our government should send us to the specific school that focuses on 'veteraning'. Even though we have to live away from our parents if that school is not in town, we'll get used to it if it was the system. TO whoever doesn't want to work, OH WELL *kick*. If we want to be a doctor, what is the use of history, geography or accounting? Sure, it's 'basic knowledge', but screw that, we don't have enough time for our Physics or Chemistry syllabus as it is. I hate 'basic knowledge'. I love common sense. Why don't we have classes for common sense? It's better than dead people. We're at a diplomacy here, who cares about what happened in the past. WHO!? What? Some people who've suffered at those time before and are nearing their date of expiry? Well, here's a thought, we can't change the past can we?

Yes, I know I'm mean, but I am still pissed at the fact that 'Gangster Wannabes' got 1st and 2nd place. B*stards. Hope they never get a job and get their arms and p*nis' cut off by real gangsters. Yes. Chop chop chop.

Prozac Pls.

I need happy pills. It's not that I'm not happy, I just want to forget a few things. What things you ask? Well, for one thing, forget that my reader(YOU), is a busy-body. And that I am defending Kristine, whom does not wholly get the point of equivalent exchange. I be nice to you, you be nice to me. But she doesn't appreciate me :(. Well, it's not as if I have a yearnin' for some lovin'(sick), I want benefit for being such a good friend to such a confused person(Kristine). I know it sounds bad that I expect some returns, and I know Kristine will read this one day and blow her top, but I don't care, it's how nature is, either you are in a mutual relationship whereby the 'host'(Me) and 'thing'(Kristine), both benefit from each other. If it isn't mutual, it's called parasitism. And we all hate the word 'parasite'. Hmm. All in good wishes Kristine, don't burn my house just yet.

On another note, Lydia and Belinda are being mean to me. I don't want to say anything about how they treat Kristine, because there 'shoulden't be anything wrong' according to them. Belinda stole Lydia from me... :( I am at a loss of a friend... And Belinda is overly shy about borrowing my stuff now. How rude. Even when I'm willing to it by goodness of heart? Okay, maybe I'm not that nice, but I freaking saved some pasta for her the other day when Lydia and Samuel were about to eat the whole damn container. Belinda, if you're reading, you OWE me whether you like it or not. Hee hee heeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm like the devil in a way, you take something for me, I'll use it as a reason to take something in return. Like your SOUL! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

About Lydia, she's being cold towards me for talking to Kristine I think. Just because I wanna keep people together doesn't mean I'm against one party. That's just mean. And nasty. And hurtful. And I think I wanna cry in the corner. Okay, maybe it's not that bad, but really, losing a person like Lydia really hurts. It's just like losing someone like Grace, who is usually a passive friend. She'll be nice to you even though she hates your guts. :(. Friendship is a bad thing. We should all just kill each other. Ya.

Hmm, tomorrow is Merentas Desa day. I'll be involved with the prizes. Oh joy, I have to wear the school uniform the whole day! And it just so happens my prefect branch has not experience with prize-giving! Whee! WHO FREAKING SWITCHED OUR JOBS!? I KEEP ASKING AND NO ONE GIVES A DIRECT ANSWER. WHO!? @#$% V MUCH.

I love my earpiercings. I just find them so smexy(shut up if you think otherwise, *sshole). I mean, the 'gangster wannabe' students most just have 1, whilst I have a shecksy 3. Very mwaks(I don't know what I mean either, just go with the flow). It gives me a sense that I'm more badass than those dumb kids. Wait till I go to school with my ear thingies. That'll show those d*ckheads.

Now that mummy(omg) is working as a consul for one of the big 'pai-kia' bosses, I'm kind of glad that my mummy(omg) can send more experienced gangsters to kick some secondary school bizass sh*tz. YOU GOT ME, BIZASS SH*TZ W00T!!!!! But yah, although she could, I have no right to say I have gangster help because the PK boss isn't my dad. Sad much. Would love to live as a PK rich kid for just a while. Would be so awesome. "Like, you did NOT just f*cking touch me, b*otch". Cool.

I'm not expecting much from the prefect trip now. Was excited at first, because I haven't been anywhere else apart from Kuching. I love KL! Even though it has been 9-10 years since I been there. Yes, I am pitiful. SO WHAT!?

Tee hee hee. Can't wait to see someone. No, wait. Two someones.

I guess this is all I can say. I wonder if anyone reads. I've been so freaking busy with tuition classes it's hard to update. But I swear to update once a week at the least. Meheheh.

Farewell Kim How, May You Never Feel SPM Dread.

Kinda sad that he's leaving, now Sharon is left to do all the work. I guess the highboard is trying to help as much as they can, but when it comes down to it, 1 K.P.(Ketua Pengawas), is just not enough. Oh yeah, and I haven't been posting very much. So who gives a damn.

This afternoon was quite enjoyable actually, with Lee Kim How coming later, along Ms/Mdm?Jenny, and Mr.Marcus, but he came a little bit later. Moving on, you can't believe how much fun a mini watergun is to people. I mean, I brought mine and it turned out to be quite a turn on(I don't know if I'm using that right). Kristine was especially fond of it. Please refer to pictures in her blog for reference. It's right on the side moron. No, the other right. Stupid.

Well, Lydia, Paulina, Kristine, Grace, und Sarah decided to go 'waddle' in the waddling pool(is that what it's called?). Soon enough, they all got wet, and Sarah apparently slipped on her turgid bum. She refused to have it massaged otherwise. After they had had enough(yes, had had is not a typo), we walked back to the barbecue area where the rest were at. Apparently we didnt have wiregauze, so BBQ was out of the question, even though Ko Xiang Yi(please check out blog for more pictures too) brought charcoal. Woulden't have BBQ'ed anyway if we had wiregauze because Qhadzrool was kind of late to the gathering, even though he brought some marinated lamb and fish fillets. What a waste. They looked good raw too. Heek.

What else... See? This is why I don't blog so often. I take everything as boring right after it's over with. I wish I went to Hong Kong. Wait, I wish I went anywhere apart from Kuching all the time. Speaking of Kuching... Hmm, talk about that later. Let me blabber about the white Lydia picture you would see in Kristine's blog. There were better pictures I swear, but apparently Kristine doesn't know how to pick out the nice ones. Go figure. She had a really creepy one after the flour blowing game. Yah, Lydia, Paulina, Chrispian, Sharon and Kim How all blew flour for some game. Sad that the participation was bad, but the rest of the mess ups were just as good.

I'm feeling strangely hungry. I haven't eaten dinner you see, and I ate very little at the gathering at Taman Awam. Sharon was right, there were more drinks than food. Felt so sorry my mom coulden't cook something. The plate would have been wiped out. But too bad, I refused when she said I could bring pasta there. Hell no. As if I'll share my bolognese sauce with anyone. It's bad enough my family gets to eat it too. Mine mine mine.

Seems like I have nothing else to say about the day. Oh, there was also that scene were a water pipe was twisted sideways, and when it was turned on, water sprayed out quite violently to the left. Chrispian sat on the twisted pipe and got high. Just kidding. He made it look like he urinated a hella blast of pee. To think we're already Form 5. I miss Form 3 and 4. Oh gawd, SPM is this year. F*CK.

Oh, please take a listen to Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right". Kinda nice. Ask it from me if you're too lazy to download it yourself, pig. Did I mention Kristine was too lazy to download it too? Pig. Ha. Ha. Ha.

About the Kuching thing. This Chinese New Year I am supposedly going to go to KL. Am not expecting much because of father's gawd-damned frugality issues. I shall go into deeper detail on that later. Apparently my 'pitiful' grandmother in Kuching asked my dad on the phone if we're going to visit her again after the trip to Kuching. The whole trip to KL was almost cancelled synonymously after the phone call because my dad felt so 'sorry' for her. She probably used a frail tone. Damn damn damn. I do not want to f*cking visit any damned houses. Screw the ang-pows, it's just an equivalent trade between parents, except that sometimes people are so damn cheap. My granma isn't though, but I still don't want to spend my CNY in Kuching, AGAIN. I don't have anything against my relatives there, nothing at all. It's just that all I'm asking for is to go to f*cking KL. Everyone else I know has been there recently. Why can't I? It's not a jealousy issue that's making me want to go, I just want to go somewhere ELSE. If you could feel the feeling of damnity in me right now I bet you would like to throw the television at my dad too. Frugality is a sin, as the woman on TV said. Damn straight, fuggah.

As I said earlier, I would talk about my dad's cheapness. But maybe not, I should try to prevent myself from an initial hate towards him. I seriously don't get along with my father at all. In the car, if he doesn't say or ask anything, I could keep quiet the whole trip, thinking of other, more significant, things. But of course, because my mom ask for me to try to get along with him, I try to talk. Do you not yet see, I am now at a stage where talking to him is a struggle? We just don't 'click'. I don't know if it will hinder me in the future, or haunt me in my sleep, but my mom was also right when she said the brothers(not brother-in-laws mind you) in my dad's direct family don't get along with their first sons. Kind of taboo, I know, but she's kind of right. All my first-son-cousins aren't in good terms with their father.

Okay, now I am pissed. He just scolded at me for blogging this late and when I should know to stop since it's not the holidays. It's f*cking Saturday you *sshole. Go b*tch on someone who thinks otherwise. Idiot.

Signing off before the moron does anything to piss me off more than I am now.
(By the way, this coulden't be posted the night the day of the gathering. So am actually reposting on a Sunday morning.)

We.Prefect.And.We.Pwn.Joo.Fuggah.

Today was first day in school. Shall ask Ko for some pictures.

Was kind of terrible the way we worked though. Everyone had gotten extremely lazy after the holidays. Very dissapointing. But I have to say we still looked extra hawt secks nonetheless.

The day started off with an assembly with principal giving a long-winded speech as usual. He doesn't have to, but he seems to get a personal high from it. May I comment again that it was really long. Unecessarily long. He kept talking about things that doesn't interest anyone. I know it might have been for motivational purposes. But seriously, we were as motivated as a bag of rice. Someone should tell him directly that less is more. Straight to the point and no 'bunga-bunga'ing. No one was listening. No one. He thinks we do just because some people stare at him. Maybe it's because they've spaced out due to the fatigue of standing up. Damn right.

Moving away from the thought of next week's assembly, at the end of school, the principal commented on why the backdrop wasn't completed for yesterdays gathering for the new students. I said we didn't have enough people. Then he still went on about the fact he gave me the job and I should have it done. Why only me? Why doesn't he 'panjat' the unstable platforms himself then. I can't do it myself, and I'm not exactly confident about my balance. He says I should ask those sitting around to help. FYI, he gave them other oddjobs to do. Apart from that, more than half of them went back home. Please la, he's treating us like dogs right now. What's more, he doesn't even appreciate what we DID do. Just knows how to show us off like trophies to those who doesn't know the schools financial status which would immediately imply that we are embarassingly poor. And what I really hated about the fact that he scolded me, was that we were informed LAST MINUTE. Gawd. If you want us to do a good job, give us time and styrofoam. Rather than cheap ass wiring tape. Geez. How disgusting is that? Seriously.

Next time there's backdrop work to do, don't f*cking tell me to do it last minute. Or with WIRING TAPE for that matter. F*ck.

Belinda and I agreed to prepare precut styrofoam letters. We shall come to school one day to make 20 of each letter and no is going to f*cking complain. No one.

Oh yes, Vanessa from 4S1 is a b*tch. And she should burn in hell. And get r*ped by 10 dogs. At the same time. And get infected with doggy HIV. And get 57 miscarriages of doggy babies. And have her v*gina ripped till her urine constantly flows. Then lastly die of many years of pain with her only surviving doggy baby slashing her with a butcher knife then eating her up while she's still breathing. Starting from her fugly face. Die, Vanessa, die.

Moving on, tomorrow we'll be in school for the afternoon to help around with the Form 1 camp thingie. Should be fun. I think. If any adult complains to me about myself, I will throw a paintbrush up their *censored*. Fuggers.

Oh ya, Lee Kim How, our Ketua Pengawas is leaving for Perth soon. We will miss the guy. I guess Ng Khin Sheng and Wong Jsun Loong are the next for the part.

All the best in Perth Kim How.

Singing out.

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.

It's Christmas. So Where Is My Damn Present?

As usual every Christmas, I don't get a f*cking present because 'we can't afford to get one'. A digital camera isn't such a f*cking expensive thing. We passed by so many damn good offers that even showcased them half-priced. How long am I supposed to wait to get a few more years advance in technology? For gawd sake, I just want a present. I never ask for much. Actually, even IF I ask, I DON'T GET ANYTHING. F*CK F*CK F*CK. Who f*cking says I'm rich, I can't even go to KL every year like some people.

Christmas is a b*tch to me these years. I don't really care that it's the day Jesus was born, I just don't have the freaking mood to care. Mass is at midnight, I'm tired, mass is in the morning, I'm tired. WHY NOT THE AFTERNOON?! What is SO special waking up so early or staying up so late when you can have it in the afternoon? No freaking mood. Never had a good mood for a long while. My life is seriously devoid of happiness.

Speaking of happiness devoiditity, the band people were off to HK this morning. Did I see them off? No. Why? Because no one told me to go or when they're going off. Why? Because my 'friends' didn't care to tell me. Really? Yes. Who? Every single one. Why not? How should I f*cking know what they're f*cking thinking. F*ck. Yes, f*ck.

This is how I see myself. Next year, I will work damn f*cking hard and if I don't get rewarded, I will keep it to myself. If my dad criticizes me that I just don't spend enough time on my studies, I will blow up AGAIN. I cannot stand keeping quiet. I'm old enough to give reasons that are undeniably fail-proof. I am not a kid anymore. What's more, I would be debating with a f*cking lawyer. I once read, lawyers are like sperm, only 1 in a million will be human. Damn right.

Now, isn't this according to the theme of my blog? Great isn't it?
Right.
F*ck life if you ask me.

Like, I Would Like To Place An Order Of "Fuck Off".

You betcha I do. Damn neighbours playing fireworks at 6.30pm, what is the use in that? It's not even dark yet. Anyway, Christmas is apparently near(duh), and I would like a few things. No no, many things.

In short,

1. Braces - You can't go wrong with good looking teeth.
2. Digital Camera - Who doesn't have one these days? Me.
3. PS3 - It speaks for itself.
4. New Computer - I f*cking can't stand the lag on this piece of sh*t I'm using now.
5. New Clothes - I feel like a hobo.
6. New Handphone - Happy with mine now, but why not if I can get a new one.
7. New Life - I would like a rollback pls.

Well, I seriously doubt I will get any of the above. Just hope the trip to Kuching will be satisfying. Miri is driving me up the f*cking wall. I'm so freaking bored here. You'd think I would enjoy having all this time for myself to do whatever I want, but f*ck it, I don't have any drive to study. And I haven't even bought my school books yet. I woulden't be surprised if the bookshops ran out of stock. Just my luck. But I am NOT going to opt for the alternative photocopied versions. I hate the fact my fingers will turn black. I might have to rub my eyes dammit.

By the by, Kuching had better be worth waiting all this while. I can't stand Miri food any longer. Almost every f*cking day my mom asks my dad to take-away f*cking chinese food from f*cking Tanjung Seafood restaurant. Sometimes I get so f*cking pissed off when she asks me to call my dad to 'tapao' from that f*cking place but I can't show it. Now that I ask for a different place to 'dapao' they ignore me. Sh*t the f*cking parental system.

I wish I could drive now, even though I've always had the notion that being driven to wherever would be more preferable. Kristine is right, Samuel is right, Siaw is right, driving is good. I want to be able to go out with friends whenever we feel like it. I mean, we could lift one burden from our parents.

Any of your parents watch that Hokkien drama on Ch. 19 on Astro? Well, you're not alone, I'm getting sick of it too.

Today is certainly another boring day. Shoot me pls.

You'd Think Holidays Are Nice, Think Again.

F*ck long holidays.
F*ck Hong Kong.
F*ck egotistical people.
F*ck uninvited people.
F*ck those who plagarize the results of hard work.
F*ck typical hipocrits.

I can't hate band. Band is what my friends love. How can I hate what they love? Still, why do they have to f*cking go to Hong Kong? Malaysia isn't even taken yet. But whatever, next year is our last year in secondary school. I guess we should just make the best of next year, even though I won't be experiencing it with them. I guess I should focus on SPM anyway. It's just 11 months away. It's not such a long period between me and that exam. I guess I should forget about the f*cks. But hey, they look pretty in red don't they?

*yawn*, Night.

Of Music And Kinky Dancing. Oh My.

Now, just came back from my school's(that's SMK St. Joseph btw) brass band performance. Gotta say it was da bomb. Too bad I'm too poor to afford a f*cking digital camera or a f*cking video recorder. Pity indeed. I would record everything. Even my dog running into a tree.

Let's see, before the event started, I noticed quite alot of people dressed in never-before-seen shirts. Apparently they were SMK Chung Hua's band members. Strange, I don't remember anyone inviting them to come. Maybe they were there to plagiarize something, seeing as that our band was so hawt secks tonight. Rawr.

Almost half of the audience that came were Chung Huaians, or what Chrispian 'says' the band calls them 'Chungies'. Yar. Anyway, the CHians took the middle seats while I was waiting for freaking Kristine who was 20 minutes slow. Either way, we got to our seats eventually.

The band started after 2 long-winded speaches and a silly choir made up of middle-aged adults. Huh. Well, the band then entered the stadium and lined themselves up and started playing some beat. There wasn't a formation, then after it finished, the MC said "and that's just a warm-up", so everyone, especially the CHians, woo-ed and coo-ed sarcastically. Like, whatever?

I can't really explain the whole night, just that it was the best I've seen them perform since. I mean, if they did that well in the competition held in Kuching previously, I'm sure they would have f*ck-smacked the other 3 schools off the judges charts. Rock on.

So urr, that's pretty much it. Kristine would probably have some pictures on her blog. Her link is right at the side. Take a look, then come back. Cuz it's not very nice being there. You get me? Good. No? F*ck off.

Hmm, I desire miso soup. And beef teriyaki. Oh no, temptations. Am I pregnant now? F*CK.

Give Me A Killer MMS, Please.

Was greeted by an MMS from Lover at 3am while I was sleeping. As soon as I woke up I checked my handphone frantically as usual, ever since we started messaging each other. Though at most times I do not get an SMS because I wait for a 'no need reply' goodnight msg before falling asleep, usually at around 2am. Lover would usually be the one to SMS me first though, because of that early-bird sorta attitude. Love love love. Lover even tried to sing on the last page of the MMS. Have been entranced. Pinch me now.

Well, it's Thursday today. SMSed Grace to ask the band side of the group if they wanna go out tomorrow. Am kind of expecting the worst to happen, which is the fact that they won't come because they're tired. I don't mind going out with Kristine alone, but it would be strange and I doubt she'd wanna be around me that much. I am afterall love-struck. Majorly.

Hmm, hoping tomorrow we'll be able to go out and get my ear pierced one more time. Then get a new DiGi number so that I can call Lover whenever I want. Keeping my Maxis number because for some reason it's free to go online using WAP. I hope I don't get discovered. Meheheh.

Pretty much all I can say for now. Hoping to get another MMS soon. *droolin*

Cocaine & Heroin Got No Sh*t On This High.

Not that I would know, never tried drugs before. The only drug I think I got high on was Panadol. HaHa, right.

Anyways, Lover called up last night after I SMS-ed that I wanted to go to sleep after recieving a reasonably small MMS. Seconds later(even faster than getting a reply SMS, strangely), Lover called to apologize and said that phone was out of free space. Fiddlesticks. Well, we talked for exactly 37 minutes and 37 seconds. How lucky is that? We are so made for each other. Heheh.

Hmm, Lover said would send Sejarah notes to me for SPM. Coming from straight A student? You're damn right I want them. Hopefully I get straight A's too. HaHa, or maybe I'm just aiming too high. Gotta improve on my BM, PM, Sej, and Physics. Addmaths just needs more practice by myself. I guess I'll be able to handle it. Hopefully band won't get in the way. Speaking of band... I had a dream...

Part one of my dream took place in a really big school compound. It definitely wasn't my own, because it had a HUGE water fountain in the middle of the compound. Large baby angels with spears were urinating, quite alot by the way, while some band members were performing nearby. They were playing Fergilicious for some reason, which wasn't half bad. I was at the sidelines talking with Lydia about Lover and we were holding intruments and fondling(oh my) with them to pass the time while we chited-chated. I had a really chic black saxophone and Lydia had a really sexy umm... marching bell set. Anyways, when it was time to pack up, everyone walked into the mansion-like school. I wasn't very shocked for some reason. Doubt we would be transfering schools to a mansion compound anytime soon. Considering the principal and his 'ways'. Moving on, the band room was unbelievably spacious, with airconditioning and marble floors! The walls were layered with a nice meriad of colours that were penetrating through the stained glass windows! At that time I knew I was dreaming. Even so, I got lost in the band 'room' and discovered the library, which was similar to Pustaka Miri. Then... I woke up to have a pee. What, bladders exist in dreams too okay?

I had a really naughty dream after the first one. I won't say anything about it. Only Lover will know. Meheheh.

Hmm, that's pretty much it. Hope I didn't freak any of you out. If anyone is even reading. HaHa. But whatever, doesn't matter. Rhyme! Whee.

Fashionably F*ck Friendster Forever.

Have any of you logged into your Friendster accounts recently? Or checked out people's profiles? Well, let me tell you...

THE NEW LAYOUT IS F*CKED UP.

Even Grace, who is usually calm, collected, blur, and blank, is seriously pissed by the fact the Friendster bigwigs f*cked up our profile pages. I mean, it looks sooo nerdy. I mean, even the most beautifl of people cannot shake off the fact that they have an ugly profile page as a frame for their faces. Pity.

Have given grace link to Friendster's 'Contact Us' Page. I would expect her to go all "IMA FRIKKIN OPEN UP A CAN OF PISSED ALA GRACE ON YO SORRY *SS". And I expect for you to do such too. I hope they'll bring the old layout back. This new one is seriously nerdy. So many boxes. Expecially when mine was so clean and baby-bluish. Sigh, didn't take a screenie when I had the chance. Blah.

Hmm, miss 'Person'. 1 more day to go before 'Person' is released. Miss miss miss.

Yinny-poo's Birthday is coming up too. But I doubt that stupid 'Woon Bing' would remember, much less care. Useless 'friend'. I hope her current 'friends' die of severe orgasmic disfunction. Yes, S.O.D.

I want kimchi. I shall go eat Korean food later. For your info it is at the 1st floor(not ground floor) of some shophouses opposite the back of Boulevard shopping center. Right above Twin Star 20 sen shop. Lousy surroundings, but nice food. Well, to my preference anyway.

Have a nice day. And pray that Grace doesn't hurt herself.