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Friday, March 28, 2008

happy 28th monthiversary to us.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

iam beginning to feel it, the stress of growing up. it is easy to sink into endless rambles and insensible whines. but hell no. this is totally not my style of facing up to reality. face it. do whatever you’re required to. get it over and done with. hanging on there is a constant reminder of better days are just right ahead.

some mother fuckers upon getting the past yr test papers from the photocopying dude, turned around and stabbed his back. complaining this issue to the librarians. so now, only the bunch of fucking bastards and sluts have the past yr papers. how bloody low-life can they stooped to. i mean its perfectly fine for not telling anyone other than ur clique what u had. thats normal. u're not obliged to tell every single person. but to actually make sure that no one else can get the copy, thats downright selfish.

this rocker dude tapped my shoulder and said hi. omg. its the preppy alan. he's not considered my fren. probably an aquaintance. but. i did mentioned rocker dude right. what a transformation. he's now decked in a red strippy tee, black skinnies, black converse and metal cuffs. hahaha. just like me. hahaha.

the sight of over-sized, over-aged smrt personnels walking around, trying to act as if they have tons to do just irks me.

1) look out for mat salamat
2) look out for potential arabian terrorists
3) look out for potential suspicious characters
4) look out for suspiciously oversized bags thats bound to carry explosives to bomb down the bloody mrt station.

one decided to call me to a corner to check my bag. AT 5.45PM. what does this mean?? a full packload of passengers. thousands of eyes frivously staring at me as if iam mr mat salamat. fucking hell. do i look a single bit like iam gonna bomb the damn clementi station.

lq laughed..." yes yes yes...check his bag...he's a terrorist! "

ordered to unzip my bag and that old bitch did not even bother browsing thru my bag.

look. 2 secs. done.

this pisses me off........

i retorted " what is ur point of checking my bag for the sake of it when u're doing it so shabbily? "

old bitch " O_o "

i guess she's too dumb to understand anyway.. fuck head.

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Friday, March 14, 2008

the occasional photo whoring of jinpies before he gets his ass to school. by the way, school sucks.

a very busy week of tests! projects! army mobilisation on saturday. FUCKED-UP! mummy's birthday on sunday. and oh yes! futures and options test on monday................crap.
have not seen miney for quite a while....sigh.

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Saturday, March 08, 2008

the five-some of me, gin, lp, sam and lq plowed up to level 6 all angst with fury. bloody futures & options lecturer outta be shot. he's 2 words summed-up.

FUCKED UP.

no one knows where to read because he simply just flashed 4 slides of our notes for the entire 3 fucking hours. the rest??? BLABBLINGS. screw u. not forgetting scribbing little shapes of squares, rectangles, triangles, circles on the white board coupled with arrows from here to there. here to there. here to there. here to there. here to there. here to there. here to there. here to there. here to there. here to there. it ends up as a whopping big fucking mess.

nothing beats having the crappiest lecturers for your final semester. hallelujah to everyone.

sim wong wu. the international trade lecturer. what can i say about this fat mother fuckin' slug. exasperated by the slightest noise. literally "aroused" by the attendance book. he could fucking repeat " guys and girls. please. really please just sign if you are present and sign for just today's. dun sign for tomorrow. i knowwwwww... u all are excited to attend my lecture. but please....just sign for today. "

and he'll go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on times 500.

mother fuckin' naggy slug.

as usual, he'll be the butt of our jokes. and as good a joker as we all are, everyone laughed..

slug " the people at the back. maybe u all wanna share the joke with the rest of the class? "

i said " arry said u bear a resemblance to his grandmother "

edward pop in " u meant the dead part? the naggy part? or the ugly part?

hahahaaaaa!!!

arry, my label bitch. we can do the randomness of stuffs. he taking my correction fluid and throwing it down all the way to the front of the lecture hall. me asking for his ciggies and licking every single stick of it. wadding a huge tissue ball of water and throwing it onto his shirt. * a white shirt * plooshh.

we'll all just laugh over it.

the stash of watches that we are playing with.

had a damn funny conversation with an old friend. un-named for privacy purpose.

her " eh..some guys are really damn pathetic lah. "

me " eh..what u want me to say. "

her " just knew this guy and he's asking do i have "fun" with online ppl. wtfff! or do i at least kiss with them when i meet!! WTFFF! "

me " hahahaha!! i thought these are norm questions for online guys. fuck lah..all the ' care to be friends? ' ' sincerely wanna be friends. ' BULLSHIT LAH. "

her " no lah..i've met some good ones too lah. this is a bad apple lah..wtf. think he is edison meh. "

me " duhh! that why he wanna sleep with u right! haha! "

her " fucker! "

me " then what?? who ask u to give ur msn like free ice-creams. "

her " eh! iam single ok! so can flirt flirt flirt flirt FLIRT lahhh! lol. "

me " then what did u tell him? at least get his pic lah... how he look like..."

her " nothing to say...i show u lor......."

Hahahahahahaaaaa!!! WTFFFF!! i bring to u the horny bastard.

baby..

like the way u whine and go pleasssss...i want water.
like the way u look at me, sticking out ur tongue.
like the way u randomly goes "tiu piu fiu miu qqq".....lol.
like the way u cuddles up to me like a little koala bear whenever u sleep.

we have lesser time for each other, all i wanna do is to cherish every single moments with the highly blundering, noise irritating but loving BOWEN aka miney.

i miss ya so much

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