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