it was the normal morning blues to school. im thinking late when this guy came walk past me at interchange, and i thought i saw a familiar ghost. its Tiger Cheok lahh deyy! he just came back from them grueling(haha) 3 months at China. he got me in shocks yo. and we began exchanging curses like fcuk. cb. knn. come back never call(well his SIM card got corrupted, ill forget about that). he was on 0.80 Sings dollar per hour there and i thought my attachment was some cheap labour. rest well bro, come back wednesday and lets do some catching up mofo. im gon mof'in bash you up real tight for DHL. get ready some bottles.

i dont drink.

haha, richard simmons! and some DotA asyraf introduced me filled up my morning cum lunch. mann it was effing bored when theres nothing to do. and then it came. did some edits on the base plate and went down workshop with co-supervisor. and i hate when it comes to machining. the precision, the grease, the bits and pieces, the WD 4wd, the dragging time, the tapping wrench, the dirty hands. and mann it just dont get any better on my shirt. btw, i just found out TPs been wasting money on machines that doesnt been any good use anymore due to courses that have been scraped. that machine got fungus growing on it. dayme.

80%. lets do better brothers.

messenger scuks. and the camera screwd up. and i almost lose the valuable item on earth. thumbdrive. gahh.

i want a wife like Ana! please! haha. desperate dok. desperate.

correct me if im wrong. so heres the lineup: Jean Grey, Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Wolverine, Cyclops, Iceman, Hulk-al, Mr Fantastic. ok jom main bola. hahha.

come on we're one year before reaching 20. cherish these moments to become kids.

Peace

today DQs came in to validate us. my shifts change to wednesdays, no more routine laps. boohoo.

and before i forget, imagine 10, 11? people in a 5 seater car. that was crazy, hahha. korangs gilerans! lets do it again.

nothing interesting happened on my weekends. i feel like not blogging anymore. maybe once or twice. the feelings crap. dayme. if only.

nevermind.

gots to start up freelancing then. without a single cent.

and let me tell you mann, its all about respect and patience. you dont succeed overnight.

Peace

i dont know why i blog so much. every single day i reached home, itll be this laptop and me in the room. guess its a profound hobby i find it best alone other than doing digitals and playing with paints.

my bluetooths scuking up. itll lags the whole system effing long. sheesh. and this new messenger thingy is ripping my nerves with the non-responding prompt. gahh.

and i still cant figure out why im different with them siblings. but close to moms. maybe its that 2 years plus of breastfeeding. she told me. i do hope i have loads of grandad(mom side) genes in me. never had the chance to meet him but his stories were legendary.

so it was a rush from school. my spirits were high, my eyes were tired. and accidentally cut my lower portion of the thumb with blood flowing like crappp. i hope i didnt dirty my uniform though. lucky theres the useful handkerchief. bloody bloody.

ingat jaga mizan. thanks for the tip wak.

to play or not to play.

what the fart?

tomorrows projects on major yo. hoho. hehe. huhu.

Peace

i guess the previous post sound immature. i got it deleted. some childs play thing you fight over with and i hate that. muii ill find some better ones, you can take her.

and i do not know the reason why was i smiling in the waters. something hit me and i was grinning like wtf. why the hell was i smiling. and i love playing commandos.

ahh the Timberlands cap not there anymore. no more! im gon steal from Spidey! arghhh sheits.

east was raining heavy and i expected it to be the same when i reached home. nahh, it didnt work; i shagged thru on bed realising its morning.

snobbish over something you really good at is not a thing to do. people wont like it, the respects not there. and i hate it. plus this fame thing; to me its a no no. popularity doesnt gain anything. you reap what you sow, stay humble, stay low. people will then know. stay two like cloggg would always say, i respect that guy loads.

i guess a girl that everyone wants and who wants everyone, either way, rejection is the only choice. you dont have to know me.

"well, if I die tonight I wonder where I'll be tomorrow, nobody cry, please push away the sorrow, because i have been the best of man, the best of friends, the best of mum and daddys last son, the best of anything, tell Joe this aint the last one."

if i die tonight.

Peace

monday morning was horrendous. the bus reaches synchronised my wrist watch scheldue. i was about to board the bus but when i reached my pocket, ahh the ezlinks left back home and the glum look of the bus driver. and its 0750hrs like crappp. i took the chill pill walk home shoved up some moos flag the cab. and there goes my savings. and its been twice since the new taxis rate. imagine north to east. nevermind.

dayme i dissed him singing that nickleback song and i got nipple pinched 375 degrees. steamy yo. sheits my nipples numb. he'll just do that sneaking from the back when im engrossed with work and the hands were like on the double, and ill scream in tears. and i will never ever think of avenging. he's built and even if i do. ill get 15 minutes of orgasms. pedih gilerans betul. hahaha. and now i got a phobia. monday i had twice, today once. no more mr DJ. no more mannn. please.

hahahahaha. LAIII!

theres this material we're working on called polyetheretherketone(pronounced poly-etetek-etone, hehhhh) one by one, we went touching the material and when Supervisors verbally utter it as pig, we went sertu? but due to Spidey senses and Supermans intellects. it was actually the acronym of it. PEEK. so much for sertu. XD

and madd. i feel you mann. one day when its legal enough ill do up his car with some cans. gua tetap right hand man chong. even when he doesnt finish his meal. tetap right hand man. besok pimp pool. hahaha ok best.

so i was on my way back home today with jackets on. and the air conditioners kinda scukd up, i was standing and sweating profusely like wth. my head felt so light. that two girls were giggling and whispering. my handkerchiefs went wet. i stripped my jacket...

all went quiet, they saw Superman.

hahahaha, what crap! but it was ironical in the bus. only me and the other guy beside was like sweating non stop while the rest were sleeping soundly(except for this two girls). i cant feel the cool air oozing mayne.

btw, its Rejab yo! one more month(after Syaaban) its Ramadhan. thats how fast time flies.

and hikmah on mondays is some good drama. i wish i had a wife like Ana, ill love her to bits, till my last drop. mannn her physiques, her attitude towards religion. id die for a life time companion like that. mann that kind of lady, baru wanita contoh! wishing wish wish. comes true.

sometimes, i dont understand.

you. hmm.

"those things that wake you up to life right now this moments real, I engrave poems in my heart to tell you how I feel, I don't create I just recycle what's already here"

Peace

"the body never understood fine art. graffiti needs to stay illegal so art can stay fine and spray can angels."

flower for you?

Peace

stressing officially starts tomorrow i guess. 5 a side next week calms things down then.

so today,


















nevermind. im pathetic i know.

Peace

ahh, so much for bringing gears on friday. fortunately, theres the useful locker.

i hate milo spills on white shirt. theyre hard to vanish even after some wash with normal detergent. bleaching makes me high though. lazy lahhh.

saturday was a laze so, hooked up some for de sketch then headed down east with mad for TPs floorball match. and sheits didnt notice you, crap didnt bring me specs along. they played good anyway.

doing laps are hard on saturdays, i think i hurt my rib. and then the lone ranger chilled all night long.

ok now for some report blog filler: orientalists uses media to perish ours. our religion; italian soccer clubs are supported by mafias. thats why the scandals. haha.

i guess some people scuk. they take you for granted over someone else. that scuks.

long busy day tomorrow, cheerios adios have nice dayos amigos.

"bitches they come they go"

Peace

on anchored words locked souls/arsenal of rhymes bombards minds with written hearts on lost visions/no poetry to be a politician/grab writing implement so now listen/this mission tore psyches like an atomic react/double by the attack single handedly on stones they accept?/terrorists they divulge on/freedom fighters shed blood keeping on possesion of terra firma they called palestine/peacekeeping forces in the mist crusaders spilling wine it all comes back to the time/from swordplays to gunfights/they all win none/nomad origins on no man's land/lebanon on the spam hizbollah scarce gone/women children in distress apaches no clemency/peace treaty shredded clean on infinity/break the jerusalem wall that is no integrity/confrontation no more we need serenity.

with love and prayers to all women children whom suffered Israelis violence. we need no more war.

Peace

i did not do any sheit load works today, honestly speaking. i slept, lazed. sketched.

why suddenly the lab became club frenzy. we became DJs spinning sheit on hardrives. head starts to bang. its like songs on infinite. i love that Afroman song. hahaha.

eh yo DJ spin that sheit.

ehhh balls anyone?

"when it becomes a drug to get love attention killed my soul"

im loving Ayentee. strong ryhmes.

Peace

and its morning, im so loving the breeze. its just so that perfect time to have all things done in the earliest morning; the brain got freshened up.

practically, i gots no ideas of whats to write on me logbook. seriously, i kinda got blank on technical terms we learnt the past 12 weeks, so i crapped the whole 8 hours at school. fiddling with adobe for *ehem ehem*(haha), sketch, freestyle? and some poetry.

what does chlorine do to your eyes? dayme intriguing effect on the right eye after all that uncountable laps. we should do this weekly mann. it felt good.

the morning breeze is steamy yo. fuhhh. cool ish.

long day today. have nice days readers. im enjoying the breeze. take care. Superman gots to save lives.

no more chics feasting, i quit the sinning. screw them.

"for you a thousand times over"

Peace

in the middle of the day. everyone got bored. and we exchanged blog links like geeks.

doh.

so now its all about completing them documentations. im feeling lazy.

theres this bulletin in friendster claiming some lady exposing her boobs. do not click the link. i repeat. do not. some mof'in perverts(f u lahh) tricked me and i became a victim. that thing spam like crazy. sheesh kebab.

i think SIP/MP bonded us. we tend to stick close, nudge, talk women, spit craps, synchronise swimming, kick balls and get them prayers done all together since it started. i guess its in one of the schools hidden modules. and its an all boys scout. you guys are cool mann because without me the cool aint there yet. (haha).

ok i was exaggerating, sorry.

the tsunamis, the wars, the epidemics, the rage, the orientalists. doesnt any of this hit you hard onto the inner logic?

im losing my basics.

Peace

yeahhh. finally, after two years in school i bought my first pen(s) in the bookshop. one blue and black first thing in the morning just to update all my craps in the logbook. so i have been going without pen since day one? nahhh. i used pencils and some ink. and i got no official pencil case then.

ok so we are supplied with one super fast computer and one big table all to my own. first up we had executive meetings up in the higher levels. and do executive jobs back down.

then came the interesting part. lunch.

so it was the normal munch munch when this particular girl came walking down the aisle of the canteen. yeahh we were in a group talking crapness eating sheit when she came pausing to wave some friendly gestures over to her friend with back facing us, ok ill spit malay now:

skalikk dier blind spot checking lahh! adam and i were first to spot it. she thought we were like drooling her. skalikk she did that fast blind spot checking. you know that "turn your head realising for your blind spot". hahahaha. kaykeks. cant stop laughing uhh. the way she does it. hahahahaha. shes hot anyway. and shes eyeing me mann(haha prasann). we're hot or whatttt.

abehs korang pon nak blind spot checking! lagi lahh dierr kembang b*d*h!

ok enough. so hows it going in school?

we're back for good. and i want to start sketching.

so im doing some pasting jobs now so itll look good on my record. ok i think i do up some contemplative post next. the end is nearing yo.

another tsunami?

btw some edits, gheessh they playing me outtt. dayme. but its all good.

fal's magic door. haha. all the best for em USB bro.

Peace

ehh crapp i think i saw ghosts. two of em. i was near home when i caught a glimpse at these two awkwardly dark figures, like with dark suits with dark skin tones sitting on the bench, legs crossed. i think they were staring at me cause they had their head tilted towards my direction and i cant seem to figure where their eyeballs at, even with my eyes strained. i ignored then looking away from them. and when i got my head back on the previous angle. dayme theyre gone in that few seconds i had my eyes away from them. i was like ehh fcuk.

ahh nevermind about that. theyre beings anyway.

the chillis was freaking hotttttttttt. i think my stomach is cramping.

and the real superman returns. with his justice league friends, batman and spiderman. mark your dates for tomorrow. we gon save chicks.

yo Hulk-al give me a welcome hug. hahahahahaha!

so how do i do a blog template? hehhhhhhhhhhhh!

Peace

listen.
let me recite some shots. recitals i have never been thru, promises that i spoke never been true, now you got myself glued with. these keys seen dreadful thoughts spilled on white canvas. writing ranting subliminal. i kept it to the minimal. im no animal to love beef. when it comes real i get down to the edits, refining words penetrates heart on one curie. im no fury, relationships i got none serious with. they started calling me a playmaker, i sticked to one right from the start. passion i load with, save for except. compassion for me i confused comprehending when endeavours rejected calls on phone. alas i walk streets alone, i got myself condoned. useless it may, regretful it may. im done over with.
listen.

Peace

saturdays. crappp.

so youre a wanksta?

Peace

woooooo ghost whisperer. woooooo Jennifer Love Hewitt. tsk. ishk. gsshhheessshh.

so im working part time. i do not know whether im paid or otherwise cause i mostly do volunteer jobs. just to gain that experience. so dont ask me what im working as. itll be a shocker. i blurt only to close ones. anonymously i work.

the so decorative friendster mail tempts me to write birthday wishes everytime boredom strikes. hmm.

them 12 weeks have passed over for the internships. time to clear those girlies from using our coms back in the lab. shooo. shooo.

ok lets put some facts over here of what i usually do when i come to school effing early in the morning. i go up ITAS grab the one dollar bread, take a slow stroll with caps 45 degrees back up engineering while feasting the eyes with denim jeans cuties rushing for class. by then, me brain is freshen up for class full of gays. and that was like in year 2. back then i ate barbeque pau. pau wow.

and now engineering is full of hotties. i guess. maybe not. i see gays. and i see groupies with toolbox.

business dasyat.

Peace

i can see his eyes tryna hold em tears. thanks for the experience, supervisor. and makcik for the beryani. free food is always nice. and the hot scientist is so fine, im gon make her mine.

hahaha. dayme homie. maghrib woii. balik. balik.

guessing ghost whisperer screens today. watch! the lead actress acting in there is my fiancee. along with Alizee. so im left with two.

cut the crap sonn.

ok.

Peace

do you know what SIP students normally do in the morning? they tap in their cards. breakfast. get comfy in their labs. and this. im sure girls will love it. i think i can work for some magazine editorial now. habes reputasi korang semua hilang, aku dah post. nyehehahuho, that includes me sheits. who the teet was kYn? tee nee neet.

today was awkwardly overtime. we got out pay. makcik(rahimah rahim) misses us. and we will get free food today. so lets pack on a homerun to school next week. we're coming back baybees. lets start from the business chickes. woohoo. crappp.

its said everyone have their first time. mine was stuck up. i do not know whether its good or bad and ill feel strange asking for comments. anyway,

good morning. im feeling pizza today.

Peace

guess i stop. guess ive sinned enough. guess its over. i do what i do best in life, live it up. stick to my basics and dont screw up. they say behind every successful man theres a woman. for now, its my mom. and i dont need you. f those peer influences. i got my own road.

forgive me and help me thru, Almighty.

"scukers are mad because im all that. yo blast the track where your balls at."

Peace

yeahhh baybee. pimp us.

batman, superman. supervisor snoring.

dude, that was the fastest record ever to and fro KL in mere 5 hours. my cameras went dead lens halfway thru, and that scuking up with all the beautiful sceneries around. i think my sis is gon kill me for that. ill buy a dSLR then.

so heres scene one, supervisor was sleeping soundly back seat:

Superman: ehh lincah perahh. perahh beb. perahh.
Batman: relac. relac tunggu downhill, alright.

*accelerate like hell, vrooooooooooooooooooooooooooom*

Superman: oh yeahh, 160, 180, lincahh lagi. yess lahh 190.
Supervisor: hoiii, i promise your parents you come back safely, but nevermind lahh as long as youre think its safe its fine with me.

supervisor went back to sleep.

so to KL was like a 2hrs 15mins ride. constant on 160km/h. same when we were goin back.

scene two:

Supervisor: ehh look the fuels tank meter, its below empty and we still have 32km more to go. dont worry lahh. you see, fuels on low also i still can overtake cars.
Superman: *worried like sheit*
Batman: ZzzzzzzZzzzzzz.

yeahh we reached back safely. you should see how he drives. even on Singapore roads he goes on 140 blaming uncalibrated speedometer.

in conclusion, i saved the morning with the cashcard. batmans is mof'in good driver. and i keep people alive. gamma ray is hot. one teenie weenie ray could kill a human. so much for nuclear.

and now i gots a lots of jobs to be done before going back school.

Peace

hmm.

so then the justice league ventured out in search of the Singapore Post Office. crappp. we went North Indian Cuisine, climbed up Mount Everest flight of stairs then fight off this huge dragon in Haw Par Villa. all that to purchase the 3.50 packaging box for tomorrows trip to KL. i got my legs cramp for climbing that uncountable steps.

alahhmakkk sheits Spiderman not going KL. anyway i got the back seat all to my own. PSP please. sketchbook check. other than that, may we have a safe journey to and back home.

my legs are itching real bad. real bad to play soccer. screw the dribble, let me kick some.

ehh madd chalets whos gon overnight? "satu orang bawak dua pompuan uhh". as someone quoted. hahahaha. siakkens. im gon be there for some italian vengence.

far away from far too long. sheits. imu.

yours truly superhero.

Peace

today was some calling job. i had to act engineer. but i didnt tell them. and i went thinking to search for words fast. ah. erm. ah. hmm.

so its most probably wednesday for the trip.

i still cant get the fact France losing out the world cup. dayyyyyyyme. even supervisor ranted out about his bet on France.

i kept feeling crappy nowadays. PMS? hahahahaha, what sheit. i dont know mannn. this feeling is sheity.

Peace

FCUK. like FCUK FUCK.

france mof'in got retribution. sheits.

Peace

ehh Newton Food Centre just opened up. Tourists came flocking in. Locals came dishing in. The carparks filled up. Im looking into my wallet. next time. Im broke ish.

ish.

haha and dayme i decided to start talking to this acquaintance of mine since we have been for a year, found out hes got the same passion as me. graff. unsangkerable. we been like in the same batch for a year and now i found out he write 'Chap'. lets go bomb mannn. alright people, start talking to strangers. who knows? for me lets start out with girls. haha. darnnnnn.

ok France will win. a must win over Italy. itll be like world war 2 then, France the allied and Italy the axis ring. One reason France will win? pasal Zidane dengan Ribery sembahyang Jumaat. but they have to win. a must win if not im gon thrash you guys in pro evo.

ayy people watch the finals yo. do not miss it. im guessing Shakiras on a feature. i dont want to go to work tomorrow. yeayy my final week and lets breathe them chickies in.

so now im tryna clean up this desk and them paints before the match starts. hmm. someone help?

Peace

mann. her iris/pupil? like filling up the whole eye. that is hot ishh. but nahh dont want to do this sheit anymore.

and if youre asking me if im a graff artist. im not that up for it. a no no. more like an enthusiasts than a serious one, theres politics out there like them legends would always say. just take me as an art appreciator alright. perhaps one day you decide whether im ranked up for the title.

ok tomorrows a busy morning.

Peace

shagged, i wasnt that well prepared and i went on a nervous breakdown. it went smooth with some(a lot of) slips from the lips. wished i could do better. sweaty palms. wordaa wordee wordoo. mann ive been hitting too phats discographys and they still rocking my underwears. and as stated, im really shagging. shagged till i laid my head over that woman shoulders. cosy. my legs are itching. windows messenger live is for stalkers. woohoo. im loving this sheit. dont get me wrong though. bahh.

ok so, lets all now ponder on life. for now lets get the certificate on merit and above. its gon be a slow 3.2 but i just have to do good for it. pleaaaaassse. but wait dude, one more week baybee and im outta the work cell banging school with them stereos.

spring weekend cleaning.

those wiring days caught us. a not so days of days. and not so back then. few months rewind. digging me album to have something posted.

Peace

heyy, im playing games cum winamps with batmans on PSP and spideys doing up a fish. carefree we are. get the 80 bucks, 43 hours we're out of here. queensway here we go. 100 percent superheros.

on and on and on.

but just hope the staffs aint reading this.

Peace

//dread.
reminiscence memories come back again everytime you got me laid.
you sink, this fatigue ill fade.
row up,
grab arms you have my shoulders cast.
i was untouchable i thought you were the greatest.
a one two rhythmic grind looking at your eyes.
a feast of cherish dreamt down the aisle.
yet,
you kept drowning, feigning this trusted tie.
gasping breath for a rally round
you got me retire.
dampen rivulets the iris. i followed the light.
fancy fights im no hatred.
on lonely nights i sail on.
without you i sailed on.


//terbentang kata namun tiada merasa
rindu pagi disebak bagai pukulan ombak
terbaca, ku lihat penjuru dihatimu
kebisuan melanda, tersentak dada
aku bukan pilihanmu amarah mula meggodaiku
kerna ku tahu ini semua permainan nafsu
bersarang,
kasih ini hanya bagaikan surat layang
bayangmu hilang bila ku cuba ungkapkan sayang
bagiku hanyalah puisi mengubati kalbuku
tidak kesal tiada terkilan
yang hilang akan berganti seorang.
Aku cuma dahan singgahan.

mu doesnt mean you. you doesnt mean anyone, dont mind me. im just expressing. im feeling crap.

Peace

they call me basic. random i am. anonymous i speak. social adapter. ranted feelings in silence. life surrounds on tilted angles. substance.

Peace

i dont understand why people would have the time to forward crappy lovey dovey chaining email messages. and i dont understand why i have the time to update this blog. contradicts? nahh its boredom. and im trying so hard not to sleep for tonights match after some laps.

ok ill doze off. maybe. theres no supervisors tomorrow. sleeping bag i will bring. shaggy shag shagg.

my cards went on a curfew after mom got shocked over my bankbook. haha dayme. im spendthrift and dont ever bring me shopping.

i dont want to do this anymore. its me, the markers, the cans and some wall of expression. call me ignorant. ill turn to fate.

Spread the Peace

i came in late again. thanks to this good citizen who had curses spit on the bus driver. he wasted my ten minutes like for real yo. and he made the day humid.

talking about humid, its getting hot with the forecast. my lips are drying now and im sleeping more than i usually do. and ulcers. anyway,

todays relaxed. we had no production to do. just some graphics over the LCD screen. and we learnt how to get the injection screw projected 3D from scratch. superman, spidey are good. alvin group went in to do up the alignment and will be taking over us from next week onwards. time to bomb school. we got paid.

lets have a good session tomorrow. stretch, stretch.

if you dressing, im guessing. if she goes, ill go. and the dinner would be a memorable one. dayme.

i feel like going for the 21 days OBS.

Peace

this original copy of norton is driving me nuts and i just had to uninstall it. what good does it do. permit. block. permit. block. crap. avgs a better choice. i guess. snappp off geek.

mannn. i think i suc being a team leader. i gave last minute instructions thinking itll be good. turn out i see this cramped face in the morning; my supervisor. the cleanroom just got big. they took out the extruder ready to be altered. i gulp on saliva. and did my work after coming in late when the executive held meeting. i got this stupid smirk on my face and went onto the gowning room. oh dayme. thats something. help me with my rep.

later on since it was the usual routine, i guess ill just forget about the morning and went on crapping about us secondary school years with them mates. we got bored and it went interestingly good then. ok so lets fill up this post with some. haha dayme. i remembered i got beef up like literally on my first day of school. i didnt fight back. im not the type with hatred. they became my good friends then. and them caning i got. weekly fights i stay away in the canteen. i dont remember detentions. i got number one. and some guy stole her. those days. its all good. im a good student. haha, f me. spidey story was kinda got the same flow with me. though hes got more with the soccer ones. woohoo. looking back i think i shouldnt have slack on my Os. hmm.

and i think blogging should be personal. i hate ranting about personal stuffs; its like giving off your privacy. maybe i shall set up a pay per view? 10 bucks per read. with stalkers like 20 daily. i could buy that bungalow near my workplace.

dream on.

but yep, i guess i just type on current issues. not me. but what surrounds me. ehh Berita Harian got the new look. seems like malaysian newspaper.

ok report.

and before i forget:

ehh you saleem? yeahh. can i have your number. okkkkk.

hahahaha. abehhs wan jealous. i think its for internal affairs lahh. only for office use. no more than that, i hope.

Peace

sometimes i dont get to enjoy my weekends that much. and i just got comfy in front of the laptop now and tomorrows a full day work. youthful days are gone i think. mature? maybe. but its all for the good.

so i spent the whole mid afternoon at the hostipal visiting over my aunty. the favourite one. oh mann hope shell get her sickness fade away; she cried. i gave her a kiss. and walk off praying hard.

F-16s overhead. national day round the corner. mann, i feel like getting my hands on those sticks. apaches are hot. chinooks are sexy. oh yeahh. melayu susah beb. ill try.

Brazil out. England(booo!) out. Beckhams a drop out. Ronaldo screw up. I hate the world cup. bahh.

thanks to Nadiah, heres six weird facts about me. im not weird, get it right:

1. I do not know when was the last time(few months ago?) but i usually ate raw eggs straight from the fridge when im lazy to get it scrambled and so darn late for school.
2. I talk to taxi drivers and crap along with them and usually theyll be on foul words.
3. I survived without going to the loo for that five day camp. i think i used most of the food for energy. and perspired. what crap.
4. My reactions slow to heat. like recently i was cleaning this nozzle(150 degrees Celcius). and i had my fingers laid on it for a few seconds? and it got burnt. woo steamy.
5. One more.
6. I love the smell of pylox paint(those spray cans), turpentine? silkscreen. all filling up my room now. i kinda got high with it. moms nagging. i hate tagging people to do this stuff.

theres more to it but i think i just keep it to myself. and im done. plus im not weird. and im still single and mingling. haha. wtf.

Peace

what irony! neville did two fouls on christiano ronaldo. perhaps, he'll slow down his pace when he got the ball on a dribble. hes fast. and neville, dengki or what.

bahh im bored.

Peace

gugu gaga.

i hit up mad's house since im far home and got nothing interestingly to do. gahh. we heat up the xbox with pro evo soccer playing digital matches including the nights match. and we totally, literally predicted the scores match for argentina vs germany, which we played till penalty shoot out. ok so it was me(germany) vs mad(argentina) on the console and it was 3-1 in the penalty shoot out. germany won. so we packed up and headed the largest audi in school. and the real match ended with 4-2 in the penalty shoot out. germany won. ahhhh! i cried for argentina! and we should have not played the game. dayme. the referee was obviously playing bias. and when it was the italys match. all went totally gone into dreamland.

we got drunk with ice mountain bottles(!). hit up changi beach for a late night picnic. doze off soundly in our so comfy lab. and when its morning glory, headed back home.

so it was friday:

the best of Socceroos.

the justice league, the extended version.

we are hot. spot me.

referee kayu!

beware of the guy with the white cap. hahahaha. all cramped up in bats mobil.

theres more hot pics but blogger suc with it. ill guess ill link up the whole photos up in an album, so girls could drool with it.

Brazil France. England Portugal. ok go!

Peace