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Title: ooh

Typed this at |2/29/2008 09:47:00 PM| on Friday, February 29, 2008

ooh a leap year, i didn't know.

this deserves a celebration!

*drinks wine*

ok, homework soonly

Title: asfaeryeh

Typed this at |2/28/2008 10:40:00 PM| on Thursday, February 28, 2008

sore throat got a little better, this afternoon was probably the most funniest part of it.

after ava, me xg, brandon, wk, were slacking in the ava room, then one of them [forgot who] decided to sing, so i suggested using the portable mic+amp lol.

theeeen i talked into the mic.

ooh.

husky voice.

thought i sounded gay so i shut up.

then went home lalalalalalala

k tired tomorrow then.

Title: ...nightmare

Typed this at |2/25/2008 08:58:00 PM| on Monday, February 25, 2008

had a nightmare last night, it was about some post apocalyptic zombie survival horror ala resident evil-cum-silent hill-cum-FEAR. damn were the guns cool. yet...

it told me the importance of my family. T__T

nightmare.

scary shit, not gonna elaborate.

Title: armpit pain

Typed this at |2/24/2008 04:15:00 PM| on Sunday, February 24, 2008

:S

feels like a bloody deadweight on your hands, yet able to still move elbows quite fine.

-__- must be the pushups

hw tiem

Title: floodgates repaired

Typed this at |2/23/2008 11:09:00 PM| on Saturday, February 23, 2008

hairline cracks in hydroelectric dams.

water level: stable

Typed this at |2/23/2008 06:22:00 PM| on

why did i lose control? why?

is it because i'm too selfish?

why?

i look like a wet pile of mess now.

i don't want to do anything except for venting my anger.

why?

there's no one to talk to, no one i trust enough for my feelings.

is this what happens when i keep it in for too long?

DISAPPOINTMENT, DAY AFTER DAY, WEEK AFTER WEEK. Why should I even bother doing all this logarithm, surds, freefall, all this shit, when all I face is disappointment?

I just want something to look forward to and have fun with. I wish for that day to come, without any regrets after and before.

Then again, CIRCUMSTANCES LIKE TO DESTROY OTHER'S HOPES AND DREAMS.

tough fucking luck.

Title: down in the dumps

Typed this at |2/21/2008 08:34:00 PM| on Thursday, February 21, 2008

...the sec3 camp is not worth my time, yet it is compulsory. yakyak. and i know that almost everyone in the class who say they cannot go, is lying. i fucking hate it.

why can't i lie as good as them?

why?

and then there's this logarithm test tomorrow which people who took it said it was hard. difficult. you know what that means.

killimanjaro.

...also had a war of words with my mother, she blames me for doing ___ everytime she ___ and it always comes down to her erupting, and saying she had 'ren zhu' for a long time.

...

i think i'm going to explode soon, like mount vesivus on rocky steroids.

i don't feel good.

Typed this at |2/21/2008 08:34:00 PM| on


Title: Musical simplicity

Typed this at |2/19/2008 09:16:00 PM| on Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Few of you heard about Four Year Strong getting into Decaydance, Pete Wentz's [ew] record company or sth.

Apparently FYS is FUCKING PWN.

Its like fob[riffs], with fast kick drum thingy, and some pwn backing vocals.

just search 'four year strong' in youtube, poppunk fans will not be disappointed by the long song names [hah!] and the chorusy choruses, and the synth, and the riffs and..

just go hear them, ok? they're so easy to listen to, unlike dream theater [i listen to those guys when i'm feeling poetic :D] or muse [globaaall conspiraaaaceeeyyyyyyy-iiiiiieeeeeee *falsetto*].

ok physics hw brb see u tmrw

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Title: zzz sdjfkl

Typed this at |2/17/2008 03:15:00 PM| on Sunday, February 17, 2008

yesterday was zzzz lolwut

no claWa, that girl is a sumo, not a gf, sumoooo remember, SUMO WRESTLER. she will sit on you!

stunk's geetar is screwed lolololololol

that red musical guy is rofl

zzzzz

today = procrastination lulz

Title: ???

Typed this at |2/15/2008 10:09:00 PM| on Friday, February 15, 2008

???

lolwut

Title: HAAAHAHAAA!!!

Typed this at |2/14/2008 08:30:00 PM| on Thursday, February 14, 2008

OMFG IS VALENTINE'S DAY A JOKE OR SOMETHING? LOL WHAT BLOODY LOVE ARE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT? LOLOLOLOLOL IMA CLUELUSS.

Haaahahahahahahahaaaa!!!!!!! Seriously! A joke!

*snaps*

...well if life's a joke, death is a LOLROFLMFAO moment then. Lets laugh at people.

*snaps further*



ON A VALENTINE'S DAAYYYYYY-AAAAAYYYYY, ON A VALENTINE'S DAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!

...

the fuck is this?

i'm too cold for love, let alone be loved. no one really understands a shred of how i think anyway, who does?

heh.

i'm a fucking bastard, am i right?

....

i think my eye leaked.

...

fuck!

...

therefore this is why x = log 10 base 2, duh

...

fractional distillation is for miscible liquids, liquids that can mix with each other.

...

Title: ....

Typed this at |2/13/2008 09:36:00 PM| on Wednesday, February 13, 2008

The fuck's tomorrow about? We should be fucking worrying about a terror attack the next day, 15th february. Its more fucking important than a fucking valentine's day which has lost its bloody meaning.

Its meant for loved ones to be celebrated. Now its gifts, presents, and fake mushy love.

i don't feel like giving her anything tomorrow, anything special. Its a day to happily spend with people close to you, why the fuck should people BUY expensive SHIT to their other halves to show love? you should fucking give love to your significant other every bloody stinking fucking day!

To hell with valentine's don't ask me what day it is.

_|_

------------------

Tomorrow is going to suck, there may be CCA which usually 'starts' at 4 yet people come in at 4.30+ pm and we all leave at 6.30pm++. I want my time back please.

But thurday means one more day to saturday, which = rest!

logarithm rocks more than surds.

tingxie on friday, dammit. need to study for it tomorrow night.

fucking cold.

...I don't know what to do.

Title: newskin

Typed this at |2/12/2008 08:35:00 PM| on Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Simple. Effective. Conveys a point[i like that uncle's bass playing hor!]. The Who are awsm.

Infected by the blogskin bug thanks to Wing2 and Dj. -___-

Title: huhwat

Typed this at |2/11/2008 09:19:00 PM| on Monday, February 11, 2008

I died in today's amaths test. died, slaughtered, annihilated, quartered, drawn, hanged, decapicated, beheaded, shot, killed, ripped, stabbed, and destroyed.

...

Physics teacher didn't come again [wtf?].

PE was relay. It was fun being the last!

El...lol

Geog, teacher didn't come also. >(

MT was...tolerable?

...zzz

Hahahaaaaahahsahahahaashahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa

Title: I thereby conclude.

Typed this at |2/09/2008 12:36:00 AM| on Saturday, February 9, 2008

I look pretty dashing in long cargoey trousers with a funky [FUNKEEEEHHHH] green shirt.

I smell like cigar.

I'm full. Instant noodles ftw.

I am probably going to have less angbao money but I don't care.

I lost a few bucks in black[african american/jamaican, which ever one you want]jack.

I still don't know how to do butterfly in gunz.

I hate kstylers in gunz. [too much! TOO MUCH BUTTON MASHING SEQUENCE REMEMBERING!!!!@#!$]

I like good oranges. Flesh soft, supple, easy to suck the juices out

...seeds or seedless I don't care. [no, i'm not talking about breasts]

i need sleep.

zzzzzz

my super distant cuz kstyles like shit, gets killed fast.

sprayer4lyfeyo. rofl

my other super distant cuz is a good banker.

my other other super distant cuz is...well, used to be fat, but is now thin [hey, inspiration for you, dj!].

awsm new yar.

da. mind your language time.

Title: Chinese New year.

Typed this at |2/06/2008 10:46:00 PM| on Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Must remember to trade oranges hor. Then eat them all to taste which one give you good oranges.

Then the bland ones...give other people eat. [/ebil]

gong xi fa cai.

gung xi fat hoi.

umm...

happy new year??!?!?!?!?

Title: THE FORCE IS WITH MEH!

Typed this at |2/05/2008 07:18:00 PM| on Tuesday, February 5, 2008

300th post since 23 jan 07.

\m/

I will survive my fever tomorrow like how i should be doing.

Apathetic to the laws of 'sickness and MC'.

Power to me.

Title: spiffy!

Typed this at |2/02/2008 10:09:00 PM| on Saturday, February 2, 2008

zzzz

positively negative!

i need my chill pills!

sec 3 life is the pwn, you get to see the unknown everyday!

cny is around the corner, i'll be begging for money and use it to pimp lena up! well, some of it. =/

mom thinks keeping the money in the bank is better. >( me wanty use money!

i want more money!

ok maybe not too much, might get mugged.

i want love more!

and reproduce! LOLOLOLOLOLOL

hahahahaha

i'm bored. you're boring.

rofl

bass pwns

next skin will have awsm pics of my bass for sure!

Title: spamcoughing

Typed this at |2/01/2008 04:19:00 PM| on Friday, February 1, 2008

Spamcoughing is the rage these days. Two maybe three coughs in a row.

like;

COUGHCOUGHCOUGH....COUGH

the more serious ones would be;

COUGHCOUGH...COUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHPHELGMPHELGMCOUGHHHH

Art of spamcoughing.

Learn it.

Use it.

once great leader

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