"Let's rip the thumper..."

Heys all.

I thought my new msn phrase was a bit comical....so....

It became my title for today. lol.

I've been sitting around the house all day. Being a hermit man.

Just waiting for the God of Hell to take me away...

Seems he did leave me a note though:

"Remind me to come collect you."
Yours Truly,
Mr S.A.Tan.

He didn't tell me how to contact him, so i guess he forgot....

Well, not my fault. i dialled 666 on the phone and i got the police...

Some cop told me that i was holding the phone upside down.

I mean! Who'd believe that? If HE held his phone upside down, i dun blame him...


- alright... - just a bunch of crap. hahaha.

Hope that spiced you up a bit. lol.

I'm going retarded.

Right now, i just feel like shooting a BB gun at myself.

Hold on. I'll go blend some wusses and frogs....

www.joecartoon.com

...

Back. lol. what fun.

Life ends with a period. Period.

2 days down, 5 days more to go.

I'm feeling so damn f****** lonely here.

I'm actually angry at myself for not spending more time with her.

F*** it.

Anyway, i'm sunburnt now coz of one whole day of fishing at Lower Pierce.

I'm getting a t-shirt tan and it's gonna look f****** gay.

I dunno man. i'm half red, half white, looking gay enough, and don't insult me saying i'm the nation's colours.

Don't even think about it man.

Life's been really tortureous without her around. Wish she's still here.

I wish i could at least "live the week with a smile on my face."

*Sigh. Is this a weakness?

Korea killed my heart.

NOO!

She's leaving for korea. great.

Sorry lauren for the title. haha.

I dunno what i'll do without her.

Oh well...

Let's relive the moments on the edge of a penknife.

Oh well.

Another f****** day.

I'm gonna attempt to say 'f***' uncensored.

F***.

Damnit man! it's not working! Fuck it.

Wait. Did i just say fuck?

Fuck.

That's fucking cool! i can't fucking believe it!

I actually said f*** uncensored.

Shit. it's back.

FUCK.

Lol. sorry guys. amusing myself with the word 'f***'.

Fuck? F***.

So cool.

Don't you think the word f*** is so cool?

I mean, say it!

Come on...

...


....i know u want to...


....just close your eyes, and open your mouth...



....and say it.


f***. f***? f***.

F***!!!!!! F***.


I'm gonna try cartoon swearing:

*!^$!&@. !*%!%##^*@$@~!, !&%!*(@@^&!$.

Lets translate that into words:

Star! Exclamation mark! Carrot sign! Dollar sign! Exclamation mark! "And" Sign! "At" sign! Full stop!

lol.



I'm a bit high........thanks Benda'balls!

Guilty - Unamplified Sountrack.

Here's a song i composed about 15 mins ago.

Hopefully my band will play it.




Guilty: - Unamplified Sountrack.

E modal C : E F G A B C D E.


(Guitar 2 bar intro)


E G G E G E
Walking down the cross-roads,
G G G A B G
Sunset burning in my eyes,
G F E D C D E E D C
Darkened by our indifference, yeah.
E G G A G E A G G
Watching cars go by, the broken street,
C C C G C D E D C A G
Never thought I’d see you again. (Love).



G G A B G
Looking in your eyes,
E F E D C
I’m sorry, dear.
C D D E D C F E D C
The flicker in the light, dying, ooh.
G G GA G whispered
I’m just alone now, [in the dark]
E F G E D C
I’m sorry, dear,
C D C C D C
So sorry, so sorry.
D C
Guilty.


E G G A B G
I’ve got this lil’ stash,
E F E G G F E D C A G A G F E
Of many notes written for you. (To you, ooh)
G G A B G
Penned down in my blood,
E C D E A G
With words of tears and, fears.
G C C C C C G E F E D C
Just didn’t want to give my heart away.


G G A B G
Looking in your eyes,
E F E D C
I’m sorry, dear.
C D D E D C F E D C
The flicker in the light, dying, ooh.
G G G A G whispered
I’m just alone now, [in the dark]
E F G E D C
I’m sorry, dear,
C D C C D C
So sorry, I’m sorry.
D C
Guilty.



C----- G G A B G
(ooh…) Looking in your eyes,
E F E D C (A G F E)
I’m sorry, dear. (I am)
C D D E D C F E D C [ F E D C ]
The flicker in the light, dying, ooh. [ Ct part: ooh]
E E F G E
I’m just alone now,
A B C D C
[ IN, THE, DARK, OOH!]
E F G C A G F E
I’m sorry, I AM sorry
D C …
Guilty…


(Guitar outro.)



- the letters above are not guitar chords. they're the main melody line.


This song if for a special someone. i'm really sorry dear. sorry.

"Te quiero demasiado bebé ... "

Har-o.

Fact file: This post is the next post after the last post.

Capiche? Non capiche? Never mind.

This is going great. Blog-fillers.

Man this is sad....

She's coming back only at 7:30....

I'm leaving the house AT 7....

*sigh.

Oh yeah, before i forget...

ANNOUNCEMENT: TO ALL SCHOOL GUNZ-IJJI PLAYERS, PLEASE D/LOAD WOLFTEAM.

Lalala......

Damn! this is boring me out!

Gonna go do something for a bit....(wolfteam!)

P.S. - Title's for "you".

Endless Un-serenity.

Gosh.

What a great thing.

Open my blog to discover some f***** spamming my blog.

If i ever fine out who that person is i'm gonna screw his ba*ls up.

With, a SCREWDRIVER.

I swear, things aren't going right.

Would someone make things better?

...

Please?

Equation: MOM = Cocksuck*r

F****** mom.

F*** her f****** mother cheeb**.

I can't stand the f*** outta her.

A shotgun would be nice. But i'd prefer to set fire to her.

ALIVE.

Maybe like from the feet up.

Let the fire slowly burn her.

Wah f***.

This post is 100% free of sharp objects.

Gosh. I'm really screwed up.

Nicole. Thanks for today anyway. I'm glad you still talk to me.

Nonetheless, like nicole phrases her math paper, i'll phrase my chinese:

I GOT F***** BY MY CHINESE PAPER!

Tentacle rape.

Gosh.

Ok, i realised....i didn't bleed from the mouth.

I bled from the nose, but it flowed down into my mouth.

Still sick nonetheless...

Ok. my hands are trembling now. If only i had you in my arms.

Why does everything go dull out of a sudden?

Ok, my head hurts. Things suck.

I wrote 154 words for chinese compo.

TRIED TO SLEEP but some bloody assholes couldn't let me.

But there were some people there i'd really give up that sleep for.

And, i sort of did.

F*** man, i can't BELIEVE how i screwed up chinese.

And louisa said it was easy. I must be either this great f***** or a goner.

And how the f*** do you embed youtube videos?

Never mind.

Wah cheebye head is f****** pain. F***.

Sorry xiao mei. I know i made you crazy much.

I'm 0% damaged. So you guys please relax.

I have to end here. My head iis spinning to much.

The blog is a knife. It cuts deep into the soul.

This is the aftermath.

The aftermath of a certain www.diornikkie.blogspot.com.

How in less than 2 minutes, a guy turns suicidal.

It's weird, how even history could be such a weapon.

When time catches up in the wind, brings everything back up.

It's like leaves in autumn.

I shouldn't have mentioned "leaves".

Why does it hit me so badly?

Does anyone know why this space in my heart never moves on?

*Sigh. So much for asking.

It's always the blog that hits me so badly.

No matter how much i try, i fall.

If i only had a second chance.

I would make sure, even if its only a minute. I would make things pure.

Make sure every second is worth her lifetime.

I can't let go. I really can't.

If fate wants it this way, fate can have it.

I surrender the fight. I'll hit the crosswinds, and see where the future takes me.

I surrender. You win. I'm not strong enough.

My...past, my present, my future. It's yours.

To the blogmaster of www.diornikkie.blogspot.com.

It's raining fire on me...

Hi.

I dunno what to say.

It's like blogging for the sake of it.

*sigh.

Life can never be more colourful...

My blog needs help. The postmaster is crashing everyday.

In other words, i'm sort of dying a bit everyday.

Let me check......

A cat has 9 lives,

A tortoise.....needs a life...

Me? Lives left: -32billion.

Booom.

There you have it. Trying to climb a cactus without a ladder.

*Sigh.

I've hurt motherloads of people in the last 24 hrs or so.

Starting with myself.

Then...should i mention names?

Ok....i shouldn't.

Nonetheless. It really shouldn't have happened at all.

I'm sorry guys. Really am.

If there's anything you would want me to do to change. i will.

Even if it means jumping from the 3rd storey.

Well, i mean, people have survived such a jump.....

Anyway. Today was such a.....blank day.

Spent almost the whole bloody morning speaking to....never mind.

Not mentioning names again. Rest assured its nobody from our school.

Gosh. i wonder how i'm gonna swim later....

Never mind.....

No wait, really, how?

It's a bit obvious when i remove the bandage.

*Removes bandage....

Yeah! It's bloody obvious!

Shoot....shoot....shoot.....anyone has ideas?!

*@)!)#^#&!

Someone help me.

If i, kissed you... would it be so hard?

Hi.

Another post.

Yay.

I've got loads of things to get off my chest now.

Pretty personal, so...i'm keeping it to myself.

Firstly. Nicole, if you read this, how are you?

I want to know.

My throat still sucks. Bleeds all the time, though much better already.

*Thanks for the flowers...sob, sob...

I dunno what else to say.

Erm....today's math thing went bad.

Science was awesome...i hope.

I hope you guys didn't think i screwed up the performance.

(Please tell if you think we do.)

Trying to get my head clear. It keeps blocking up with some personal events.

They're not light. Try a mega-hard drive full of Trojan_horse.exe.

It's sucks. I would kill myself if i lived slightly higher.

And there's this mutiliation group. Can't you just let go of me?

Please?

...

...

...

I sort of killed tonia's hand in V-ball. Sorry.

I really wanna kill myself now.

*Get off my head!

Sorry. Trying to fix myself.

The flashbacks hurt ok? Hurts where it matters most.

I really dunno what to do now.

Last bits' a load personal. Please don't read unless you're involved.

I need to get this off my chest.

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I said don't read, UNLESS YOU'RE INVOLVED.



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NICOLE. I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT DO SAY. PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE ALRIGHT. I'M NOT. I REALLY WANT YOU TO BE FINE. THERE ARE MANY THINGS I REALLY WANT TO SAY TO YOU, BUT I CAN'T. I JUST CAN'T.




OK. I'LL TRY TO SAY IT. NICOLE...

- THE LAST BITS FOR ONLY ONE PERSON. Please don't read any further.

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I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I'D SCREAM MY HEART OUT. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, EVEN TILL NOW. I'M CRYING EVERY NIGHT THINKING OF YOU. I LOVE YOU. I REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH.


BUT WE JUST CAN'T BE TOGETHER. I WISH THINGS WOULD CHANGE.

I LOVE YOU. YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW, FOREVER.

I HOPE YOU WILL REMEMBER THAT.

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I need a knife now. i can't take it anymore. i wanna kill myself right now.

Cruizerdude.

(Male cruizer scouting hot female age 13-15)

I haven't blogged in a while. recent events have driven me crazy.

My mom might just burst in too, so it's kind of scary.

There's not much i wanna report, loads of them are best not remembered.

Ok, shit, mom coming.

On Hold

I'll blog in a while...

Blog Salvation

Hi peeps! Blogging in school.

Assholes playing some boxhead shit.

I really screwed myself up...and tonia.

Oh well.....bastards are bastards...dun blame me.

Hmm.....let's see....

What happened this entire time....

Ok.....

Had a competition on sunday....3 golds.....

Later.....boring life till.....

Yesterday, fainted twice....

Motherf****** fun man!

Tim was like a bloody zombie.

Jason bashed his head on the socket....

I crashed onto the floor coz some bloody crack addicts forgot to stop my fall...

Flopping like a fish....

I saw my life like all again.

It was f****** cool!

But it's a dangerous sport.

Ok then, till next time!

(hopefully soon)

Sorry! Be back in a few more days!

DJ - .:Scratch.Traxx:.

Boy. What a day.

Lets go through things in nice, chronological order.

Erm, morning, woke up...

...stupid toothpaste in my eye (and hair)...

...Mom killing me in the car...got down...

...nicked 50 bucks from her handbag...

...took a taxi to school...

...math seemed really interesting...

...fell down during P.E (not funny)...

....fell on the wall...ass and elbow hurts...

...was one of the survivors in dodgeball....

....until Uncle D knocked me out....

...erm.....

...science was cool...watched cats being placed in microwaves alive...

Somehow that cat's still lived, surprising.

Got murdered by the science teacher later....

Wait. The next bit is special.

*Got a kiss by my special someone outside class...*

...mom came to school to pick me up...

...somehow, she said i was responsible!!!

She said i took responsibility in getting to school...

....so she asked a mega whoopass question:

"Do you want me to send you to school, or take public transport?"

HOO-YEAH! GOOM-BAH! ROCK ON! HOO-YEAH!

*Starts moshing in my room.

SO, i answered the mega whoopass question with a:

"Really?"

Haha. That was great. She couldn't believe i said that.

Anyway, i'll be trying to learn bus routes, and, hopefully, get home or around myself.

Goom-bah.

Ok, got home, did some lame math stuff...

and...



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and......











A
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That's about it. (Jacked you, didn't i?)

Anway, i just have a few more things to sort out.

First things first. I'm selling violins of quarter, half and three-quarters size. If you know any kiddo or dude/dudette who is interested, tell me, or tell them to call me or tag my tagboard about it. Prices O.N.O (means that prices can be discussed).
Mucho Gracias!

Next. I intend to try and at least learn to rollerblade (For free...duh!). At least. If you know how, and have some rollerblades to lend (for learning only), i'd be greatly pleased. Tell me, or......gosh, just do the same as the stuff above.

Gracias! Mucho gracias todos!

¡Adiós!

Avenging Angels.

It's time we fought back!

READER'S DISCRETION:
THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL READERS. IF YOU SO HAPPEN TO BE LISTED, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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F****** class.


What the f*** do you think we are huh? Your f****** faries?

F****** shit assholes. What the f*** do you think you're doing huh? Soldiers?

So, you have some dance shit, think we'll all be interested in doing gay posistions, and f****** rule the universe huh?

What say you huh? B******?

Great. It's damn fun to be a fairy. F*** you!

I've got these flitty wings.....so damn bloody graceful?

Screw this f****** class. Screw it. Burn it.

Motherf****** b****** rule the world! Oh!

PUT THEIR FACES IN A FRAME OVER THE ALTAR! Worship!

F*** you! F*** you assf****** b******!

If you all were men, you woulgn't have much balls left down there by the end of today.

F******. Great f****** sl*ts.

F****** stupid. F****** toy fairies and motherf****** soldiers shit.

It's FUCKING STUPID. DON'T EVER MAKE US DO THAT WITHOUT ASKING US FIRST. CAPICHE?!

F***. F****** stupid post for the f****** stupid people in my goddamn f***** up life.

Great, Jesus, well done. F***.

Shotgun2Suicide.

i really don't feel like posting, but nonetheless, in case you think this blog is dead, it's not.

If I were He and You were She...

He.
Sitting on the cold, hard floor, he was rushing his way through his work. Beads of sweat streaked down his face. Then, there was a soft, shuffling of feet. Looking up, he saw this girl. She was special, with such beautiful eyes glistening in the sun, and her long, brown hair was cascading down like the ripples of a waterfall. She just looked perfect in his eyes. He never felt this kind of warmth before, like hot chocolate fudge streaming down his throat. She smiled. Watching her walk past, he was sure she felt the same way...

She.
Walking down the corridor, she sang a pretty tune in her head. looking down, she saw this boy, with a slight brown tan, and a great, sculped body. Hair burning like crimson fire in the golden sun, he looked up. The sweat on his face illuminated in the sunlight. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, but yet as warm as the faint glow of candlelight. He just looked perfect in her eyes. The mood in the atmosphere changed, she knew it. She felt happier. Happier than ever before. He smiled. Walking past him, she was sure he felt the same way...

The war returns.

Araethorne...you're going to battle.

Not that you like it.

Oh, well. I'm gonna die, whether you like it or not.

There's nothing much to post, really.

Nothing interesting has hapened in my life yet.

Except maybe some death wishes, or watching the price for my head steadily increase.

Wait. If i kill myself, do i get the bounty?

Oh yeah, so what if i get it. I'm dead.

I'm trying to design a sword anyway, if you have an idea, please tell me.

Terima Kasih. (Or how the bloody f*** you spell that.)

Arriverdeci!

The lil' jelly bear with its head in my mouth...

Well, another day passes....

I can't remember a single thing that happened to me today, except that i'm freaking tired.

Right now, i'm just slacking my night off, with my PSP.

Tra-la-la.

*Sigh....tomorrow, dunno what the hell i'm going to do with my violin shit, and the bloody presention.

I'm gonna die like shit. Life is so f****** unfair.

I'm so f****** pissed with nicole's dad too.

Just don't understand why he needed to tell nicole all that crap today.

She cried so badly today.

Wait....

How do you embed youtube videos again?

Me and My PSP....

For the fun of it.

-Laugh, please-

The Free Man.

Yeah. I'm sort of a free man...

Liane says i haven't blogged in ages. Sorry about that, worrying about my case too much...

Anyway, today is the day, where, Convict 001384 (me) is dropped, yes, of ALL charges.

Woot.

However, i'm still unsure of Nicole. She really freaked me out today.

I couldn't understand what was happening to her.

I'm not even sure if she has the same sentence as me...

Nonetheless, it's nice being free.

Especially on Clare's birthday.

Happy birthday to you.

Woot.

Yeah, i sound especially bored.

I've got tons of homework! Gosh.

The work piles up to more than my weight...

Man...*Sigh.

Oh...yeah.

I'm trying to Add some youtube video into my blog.

Freaking funny. Laughed my f****** ass off.

I hope someone can sms me. I'm damn lonely right now.

Just me and my PSP...

Hey that rhymes! Ok, that shall be my next blog title.

Not that it should have any relevance to whatever the topic is...

Fun aside, there's other things that happened today.

Like....my 2nd police warining (i could have been sent to the boys home already man!)

Not that i want to mention about what happened on my blog....

And to all runescapers, thanks for the free stuff!

The empty post.

Carrying the blade.

Haven't blogged in ages...

Today is saturday right? Goddamn it.

2 more days to my 'hearing' session.

Hope it goes well...

Man...

Nothing more i can say about it.

Well, i may not be blogging these few days coz of the case, but i'll try and catch up when the case is over.

Talk to me in school if you wanna know more!

30mg Codeine.

Hi. I'm not feeling too good.

Day #1:

The case begins.

There's not much i could do now.

One thing's for sure, i'm going well now, dunno about nicole.

The ride seems smooth, not too many bumps, people are agreeing with me...

Seems like the matter may not be as bad as it seems, but what i said before still stands.

Only when the 2 of them return from Bintan, then i may get real screwed.

Can't say too much on my blog, afraid i may be blown.

So, that's day 1.
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Anyone plays runescape by the way? Drop your User on my cbox!

And sorry, people, if i don't write happy stuff. It'll get better soon (i hope)

Just ask me in school if you wanna know WTF is going on.

P.D.A. (We care too much)

Back from bintan...

Sleepy, hungry, and f****** tired.

No mood to post too anyway.

If you can figure out the meaning of the title, it'll save me much time of explaining to you in school.

If not, you can always find me.

Out to Bintan - Be back (alive) soon.

What more can i say?

Kill me(:

Man, what a bad day.

From the start of it, to the end of it.

First, with the stupid singapore shit.

Why the hell did we all have to sing?

Worst of all, why sing a song we don't know?

Never mind. Thats just part one.

The racial harmony trip thing was boring too.

The groups were extremely stupid! Why did we ever need to be grouped?

Oh gosh. I'm to f****** screwed to post.

Burning out in Friction.

Bad day. F****** bad day.

It's so f***** up i can't even use the word 'F***' to describe it.

I am such a motherf*****. Maybe a pigf***** too.

I don't need to f*** pigs to be a f****** pigf*****.

Gosh...can't wait for Loola. Can go screw myself there till i bleed to death.

If there's a wish i could get right now, that would be for someone to kill me.

Like maybe cut my wrists and let me bleed to death.

I like it painful, especially when there's a load of blood.

I'm just being sadistic to myself.

*Sigh.

My horoscope for today said:

-A friend is likely to bring a little zing into the day as something you've been mulling over has a chance to be sorted once and for all!

Whatever. My life is getting more screwed up the more it progresses...

Who was the bloody f****** guy who was supposed to help me sort things right?

God...my f*** of a head is killing me.

Let's do the Louisa thing:
Kill me(:

Now, lets put the physics law into play.

I am a piece of f****** rubber. You rub me on a tar road till i'm like crap.

And after that, you think it's cool that i'm still a f****** piece of rubber.

So you continue rubbing. Rubbing my f****** heart out till i look like a sadistic piece of shit.

Yeah? Capiche? That's how i feel like.

I could f****** scar my whole arm right now if i never had parents.

I really could. And it's over a period of mulling that i've reached this f****** stage.

Why did i even try? Why did i even think of it?

Why am i so dumb to injure myself. Because of you?

I've tried so hard to make you happy. I could tear my heart out and give it to you if that makes you happy.

Tear it out, that is.

The problem is i'm like a bloody car without any f****** gas, capiche?

If you don't contribute back in normal ways, i'm gonna stop someday.

And i dunno how you're gonna push this car to the gas station.

I do hope you understand.

If you aren't happy with what i said you can always come to me tomorrow and hit me.

Coz i don't give a f****** shit what happens to me tomorrow.

Screw myself if my heart is still f****** beating tomorrow.

So now you tell me. What do you intend to do? Huh?

I give up. I've had enough.

Maybe you won't give up. But i've lost it. I'm a piece of crap.

It's affecting me in everything i do. I can't think, can't even eat in peace.

Talking about living this life? I should be a suicide bomber.

Screw my f****** head. It's f****** pain i can't even f****** think.

F*** the f****** f******. I'm not gonna retry.

If we ever fall out, i will never. Never, find another person.

Tonia told me not to say this, but i'll just take half the advice.

The other half, is for me to waiver. In case, things require changing.

But from now on, i should start getting used to the title 'Bachelor'.

Screw. If you wanna talk tomorrow, find me.

The Artistic Durian Trip.

Great. What a day.

Went out to buy camp stuff at Velocity.

Velocity? Vivocity?

I think Velocity.

Try saying this real fast over and over:

VelocityVivocityVelocityVivocityVelocity...

Haha. Anyway, i got these hot new swim skins (upper half).

Spandex, should i say?

Grips my body like a f****** parasite.

Kinky. Just too bad i couldn't get pink.

I wonder if i wore this for bintan camp, who'll i be turning on?

No parents there....hmmm....

Joking! Joking!

Yeah, girls, slap me across the face. I deserve it.

Whatever....

I got these water shoes too...black and orange. My favourite colours.

Costed about $139...i think.

Freaking expensive. Burned a hole through my wallet, pants, and...what's under it.

And...a bath towel. The cool quick-dry ones i think Don-O-Van uses.

Or, preferably, Uncle D. The dictionary throwing master.

Hey! It's an art...! Don't get me wrong...

You know what Gandhi says about all this, don't ya?

Ok, ok...i won't repeat that joke.

But it is a sin to read that stuff!

Ouch. My wrist hurts. Not from typing....you won't wanna know anyway.

Tim helped me fix some new things into my blog.

And congrats to Nicole Lim for scoring 100% for the truefriendtest.

Also, my deepest condolences to Jon Pong, who has been finally identified offically is the Jerk v. 2.1 BETA or whatever the name was again.

I can't wait for Bintan Camp Loola thingy. Just suffer for a few more days...

It'll come soon.

Oh yeah, to all fellow 8 graders, read page 139 of that ghost story book.

There's a simple but horny message in it.

And by the way, someone, whom we're all familiar with, called me a Walking Cock.

You know...cock....like....oh gosh. Never mind.

Just, walking cock.

I was just asking if equipment was on sale at his Sexuality talk!

Not my fault. Innocent minds do wander....

Anyway. I learnt that the back of the art room is quite a good place for isolation.

And that singing with Ben Tan is a good way to kill boredom.

And Jason.

And Tim.

And our dearly beloved art teacher.

*Sigh....that sounded like an episode of Care Bears.

Oh shoot! Forgot what Ivor said!

Ending post here! *Nothing left to say anyway.

Drinkable Petrol

I think the Documentary Of Thy F****** Jerks is time to put aside.

More posts coming your way though!

Just tell me (in school maybe) what you want me to write on. I'll try my best.

But hey! Too much of my blog isn't good for your body though...

I mean... you know what Gandhi says about this...don't you?

"Well, neither do i, it's a sin to read that stuff!" - Yeah. Point made.

Fact of the day: Boy, i am freakin' full...

I think i ate too much. About 3 bowls of ice cream...

I think i'm going to be sick. Haha. No school for me!

Joking. I love, school.

At least better than home....

Can't wait for school tomorrow....haha

Ok, signing off here!

Modern-day Jerks

READERS DISCRETION:
IF YOU FIND YOURSELF ACTING JERK-LIKE, OR BEING THE JERK ITSELF, BE WARNED.
ALSO, IF YOU'RE NAME IS JON PONG, DON'T READ THIS EITHER. YOU ARE WARNED TOO.

Jerk, originated from the chinese word (zhe) which means 'this'.

As an Englishman walked down chinatown and heard someone say the chinese word while pointing to another man, who had short hair, a XXXL size shirt, and looked like the son of a aardvark. Thus, thinking that the chinese word was cool, he invented the word 'jerk' from 'zhe'.

Modern day historians confirm that the Jerk, whom the chineseman was referring to, was none other than Jon Pong.

The Mathematical Equation which calculates the Jerk is as such:
(Jerk) = A cos[(t)] + C.

Upon questioning Jon Pong about this jerk-like behaviour, he says,

"No?! Hey don't be stupid lah you chicken wing."

Princess Leia was unavailable for comment.

A study conducted by the Institute of Jerkiness, shows that most jerks deny being a jerk.

However, there is also another illness called the Pseudo-Jerk Syndrome.

People which have symptoms of wishing they were gays, or tries being a jerk have this chronic disease.

Lucky for non-jerks, this diesase cannot be caught very easily.

All you need is a Stalker's Talisman, which can be found at your nearest 7-11.

While stocks last.

Also, a little bit of ass-stuffing ninjitsu lessons would be good for warding away the Jerk spirits.

However, the jerks need advancement.

Ever since the evolution of man, the Jerks have been evolving too.

Until the year 1819, when Sir Stanford Raffles was not a stupid statue.

Sir Stanford Raffles was sitting at his veranda, drinking saltwater from a coconut, when he saw a bright light.

"By golly! My f****** lord! Is that a spaceship?"

The flying UFO landed, and out came a figure.

Unfortunately, it was not Clark Kent, for it was Singapore, not Smallville.

It was one, who identified imself as the Jerk v. 2.1 BETA.

Till today, this Jerk is stil roaming around our world.

Researchers link this Jerk to other names, such as 'Mango Pongding'.

However, there is still insufficent evidence to prove this.

*Phew...

Other symptoms of Jerkiness are as such:

-Eating chicken rice.

-Eating Chicken rice out of fish tanks.

-Watching people eat catfood on Youtube.

-Then attempting to eat the catfood while filming themselves to post on Youtube.

-Loving classical music, but tries to play Mozart on the Electric Guitar.

-Likes to use food items as swear words eg. chicken rice, chicken wing etc.

-Enjoys watching hot gals at the beach suntanning.

-But later realises that he can't do the same or his fats will cook into lard.

-Lastly, admitting, he is not a jerk, though he/she is obviously one.

Retro-Jerks are jerks that try to be cool. They include the Scissor Sisters.

They try to wear freaky stuff like big sunglasses in pitch dark.

Some Retro-Jerks ever cut off their balls just to retain a high-pitched gay voice.

As you can see, the first milkshake was invented by a Retro-Jerk.

The two men, who wishes to remain anonymous, say that they created the first milkshake by closing their eyes and sucking on each other's hoses.

The pure end-product would be frozen and tested, before adding sugar.

After that, they would shake the substance until it becomes very white and frothy.

___________________________________________________________________________________

So, Liane, how did'ya like that?

Boy, my fingers ache...

Expecto Patronum.

Just came back from the 'sneak' peek of Harry Potter OTP.

Mag-nificent! Just love Voldemort!

He's like...emo, and cool....yeah.

No nose. Can't breathe....haha.

Harry needs some sun, he's paler than the ghosts.

Anyway, so does Ron, and the rest of the cast.

Hermione? Erm....never mind, won't comment.

Blah.....there's a lot to talk about, but i'm not gonna blow my private affairs online.


So.....that's about it....people.

And clare, jap people are NOT ugly. Trust me, i know when i see one.

P.S - To whom it may concern, the only person in my life who should be concerned:

I'm sorry. My fault. The line on my MSN name is meant for you.

________________________________________________________________________

And thanks, clare. I really needed that.

I felt my body yearning...

I really have no idea no what to post.

Anyone have an idea?

Wait. I have an idea...

"CALLING ALL READERS! FOR MY NEXT POST, I'D LIKE TO ENTERTAIN YOU BY WRITING A POST ON A SUBJECT OF YOUR CHOICE. IT COULD BE ABOUT ANYTHING (NOT ANYBODY) BE IT FROM STARCRAFT TO HELLO KITTY, TAG THE TOPIC ON MY TAGBOARD AND I'LL DO A POST ON IT!"

The Darkest Hour.

I really can't understand what's going on with me!

God, this feels so wrong!

I feel, weak, uncertain, uncontrolled...powerless.

Like a fire, which is dying off.

Gosh! Someone help me! I'm gonna kill myself if i continue like this!

How come i'm becoming so...cold?

Am i turning away?

Am i...becoming an anti-socialist?

I really don't feel safe anymore. This is not me.

I feel weak. Like never to face myself again.

What's happening to me! Someone f****** explain?!

Oh god, shit! I'm gonna screw my wrists till they bleed!

Bleed the f*** out of me! Why am i like this?

I'm not this kind of person! Somebody!

Oh...god! F*** it! F*** it!

I need a knife, make sure it's freaking sharp and rusted...

God! I need help! Arrgh!

FREAK WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

SOMEONE TELL ME BEFORE THIS KNIFE F***S MY WRISTS!

SHIT! FREAKING SHIT! YOU'RE A F****** BASTARD, YOU KNOW THAT?

HUH, YOU THINK IT'S COOL SITTING UP THERE? HUH?

ACTING LIKE GOD?! SAVING THE WORLD?

IF YOU'RE THAT COOL? WHY DON'T YOU JUST F****** SAVE ME B****?!

HUH?! COME ON!

Oh god...what am i doing...?





Oh....god......

Isolated.

Another post.

Before we start, let me say my official statement of the day:

TO HELL WITH GRADE 7 VIOLIN WOOHOO!

Ok. That's all i gotta say.

To those who know me well, the title could say more than just the word itself.

Screensavers on L.F.M.A.O

Today, unfortunately, is Sunday.

MY VIOLIN EXAM IS TOMORROW!

Shoot man, screw it. I'm gonna fail like crap.

How do you sight read again?

Screw. I'm a dead man. Scales, arpeggios, everything else is crappy.

Maybe 2 of 3 of the main pieces are ok. Maybe 1 of 3.

"Die lah..." - Die...lah.

Hope i don't get this crap shit of an examiner.

Some examiners can get really scary. I mean it.

If i can even just pull through, it'll be a bloody miracle.

I mean, wouldn't it just be peachy...

If we could all just sit around the house, swirlin' red wine all day...

Oh gosh...Damn the exam.

"Damn the exam..." Wait. That rhymes!

Lame.

I'm really out of life, particularly at this moment.

*Sigh.

I guess i'll just have to get happy, in the same nappy i just got crappy in!

Lame, again.

Anyway. Does anyone i know play Habbo? Tag your user on the c-box.

"C-box, 24/7" - Sounds particularly like a really cool phrase.

Ok, before i die out of shit, I'm going to practice m'violin.

*Sigh. Screw the f****** exams.

P.S - Sambal, really that good?

Overcooking Crabsticks in a Refridgerator.

To post? Or not to post?

Today was really uninteresting.

Played about 3+ hours of the same game (not neopets).

Practiced, for the first time this week, for 15mins, my violin.

Screwed up later, during violin class. (Violin exam's on the 9th!)

No swimming. Stayed dry.

Got a haircut. I tried to pay attention to the guy while he was cutting my hair.

I know, they always turn out disasterous when i listen to my mp3.

Erm...played Habbo when i came home, which is now.

Ok. That's about my 24 hours.

By the way. Is sambal on toast nice? I'm chilli intolerant.

Glorification of Drainwater

Boo.

Afraid?

Never mind.

I'll start today's post with a joke.

- There was a 13 year old boy who had a school camp. His name was Tom. During lights out, he asked his teacher, Ms Li, if he could sleep with her. "No!" Ms Li said. But Tom insisted, and she finally agreed. Halfway through the night, Tom asked Ms Li if he could poke her in the belly button with his finger. Again, she said no, but Tom insisted again, and she agreed. But when Tom poked her, she screamed, "Hey! Don't poke me there! That's not my belly button!" Only to get Tom's reply, "That's not my finger either, Ms Li."-

So how did'ya like that?

Anyway, back to business, hmm...

Yeah, today was as usual, but only the pool was freaky.

I was swimming, as usual, when out of a sudden, the bloody water pump underwater burst out.

There was this big puff of chlorine, then all these dead bits of leaves started blasting out.

Bloody cloud of dirt smelt really bad. Coach didn't give a damn.

We came out of the pool smelling like a f****** drain.

I still smell a bit like a f****** drain.

Hey anyway, SOS people! ... _ _ _ ...

I need the bintan camp pack list. Might have misplaced mine...

Semi-swear word of the day: Wah Biang!

I dunno, just found it funny to say.

Anyway, the tagboard hasn't been moving in quite a while.

Not too sure if i'm blogging to myself.

So, this is where it ends. Period.

Where's the Screwdriver?

Just fixed some new things into my blog.

Hope you people like it.

I'll post again later. Till then!

I've a heart of solid steel, not marshmallows.

Today was...rather interesting.

Woke up early, blah blah blah, did random things,

Then played violin, blah blah blah, played violin again,

Did math, played violin, read a book, did violin again,

Blah, ate lunch, read a magazine, played a com game,

Did my friend's homework, blah, blah blah, then continued playing,

Attempted to fix my bike, blah, threw stones across the road, blah,

Gave my dog a bath in a large pail, blah, tried drying him with a straw,

Blah, blah, blah.

Watched some tv, et cetra, shouted hooray, blah blah, played guitar,

Played 21's with myself (it's a single player game, stupid.)

Listened to J.Timberlake's Summer Love about 50 times over (i think.)

...

...

Wait. Why am i doing all this again?

This blog ain't a f****** documentary!

Shucks man, ain't life a piece of stupid pie? Or moron cake?

Seems like someone threw in, extra dumb juice!

Now, someone beat me, with a stick!

Godamn it. Mom's calling.

Godamn it.

Hi. Again.

I'd like to start today's blog by reminding all readers that Keane, my cuz, is an ass.

Also, a minute of silence for my face, which just got whipped by my E-string.

Yeah, my violin string broke while i was playing it. I said "F***!".

There's a slight cut on my face.

Morale of story:

-Never play with the E-string. It hurts while you're having fun.

Man, that sounded sick.

Lets make that previous statement horny to the max.

-Never play with the G-spot. It really hurts while you're having fun.

Ouch. If some girl reads that i'm a dead man. Or am i already?

*Sigh. Oh well.

Man, my face hurts.

Hold on a sec.

-Please wait-

Back. Neopets sure is fun.

They've got this new Altador Cup thingy.

But the Yooyuball thing sucks.

Sorry. I'm just bored.

"I started a joke...it made the whole world..." - Sorry!

Boy! I'm really bored.

Ok. That's about it.

Irritation Override.

Oh well. Sorry, my avid (maybe) readers. My modem decided not to work yesterday.

So i screwed the thing up. Hope it'll listen to me now.

I've got violin later. Shoot.

Yesterday,i had violin class too.

And so was thursday. Monday too, i think.

Don't ask me why. I have no idea myself.

Anyway. What are you people doing out there anyway? Please, people...

Talk to me...

Oh yeah. Yesterday, was at m'cuz's house...

Fact file of the day:
-Keane, my other cuz, has something cramped up his ass.

That's why he's a pain up there.

He a bloody...never mind.

Really, i could have hit him with the cue stick yesterday.

Or what was it called again?

Nuts to that, i'll just call it a stick.

I'm really bored. My hands are a lil' tired.

And so is the rest of my body. Screw it.

Darn......

Screw.Thy.Bitch.

F*** it. Bitch.

Screw their asses! Bloody mother f****** sister!

She's a bitch. That's what she is.

"Loser" spells all over her goddamn bloody mother f****** face.

Right now, i'd like to beat her eyes out with a stick.

Or tie her to a car and crash it. Wait, poor car.

Why does god create mother f****** on this planet?

Doesn't he realise that it's these people who make others die faster?

F*** that woman. One more time she insults another of my friends...

She's gonna find herself hung by the neck. And i mean it.

I don't care what happens to me after that. Some bitches are worth killing for.

I don't even know why i'm angry for?! Getting worked up over a whore?

She doesn't even fit 'whore' material. Maybe 'trashcan' or 'dustbin'.

F***. What a great way to spoil my day.

Now i'm getting f****** angry. I'm gonna tear her throat apart.

Wish i had brass knuckles...could do something worthwhile with them.

F***.

When Macdonald's sells rice instead...

I'm back. Woot.

Trying to be sarcastic.

Boy, The trip was...ok. Not bloody exciting or what.

But i did sleep loads.

How is it possible that i'm still f****** tired?

Crap. I'm gonna get vulgar.

Whatever it is, shopping was the main thing we did, actually.

I was like the goddamn f****** trolley-man!

F*** it! I've never spent so much of my time in a ladies section of a mall!

It wasn't meant to be fun,or whatever. It was boring.

Yeah.*Yawn...

We went to this waterfall thing. Mom made me go under it.

It was not a massage. It was like this bloody back-breaker.

Couldn't really walk after that.

You have to take a raft to get under the waterfall.

The raftman was quite sadistic. He stopped directly under the waterfall for about a minute.

It was not nice. Trust me.

That was the day i think i drank the most water in my life.

Oh shoot. Sister coming in. Gotta go. I'll post again later!

Out to Lunch. Be back in 5 mins.

Out to The Philippines. Be back in 5 days.

As i said, hope there's a com. I'll blog as often as time permits.

And resources...too.

Hey have you people been playing Neopets lately?

I was really bored. Don't blame me.

Stupid cuz. He's the culprit.

Ok....i ran out of topics.

Screw it. Ending post here.

P.S - If there's no posts these few days, it doesn't mean my blog's dead.

Shiver me timbers'.

Hi, again. I'm stuck on POTC.

I've mentioned POTC...as in the abbreviation before. So don't ask.

It's fun to play....i'm not playing At World's End.

It's the first game we're refering to. The Xbox version.

Woot. It's freaking fun.

I've also just realised that goat's milk tastes like crap.

Not that i've tasted crap before.

There's a funny aftertaste to every drink of goat's milk.

Anyway, the milk was courtesy of Hay Dairies Singapore.

Woot. I'm freaking high.

"Hey-ho, hey-ho, a pirates life for me..." - Me singing, by the way.

Love the bloody game.

Anyway. Guys...and gals out there. I wanna know what's going on with you people!

Tag my tagboard - leave your blog or whatever there...i'll deal with it.

Oh well...things are getting boring.

I'm leaving, anyway, for the philippines(?) on Friday. Hope there's a com there.

And....for those who are interested to know. I'm fully recovered. Woot.

I seem to be using 'woot' to often. Hmmm....

'Friggin' died off. I realised if you wanna swear, do a full swear.

Not try and cover it up.

So...F***. Censors still apply.

Ok then, gotta go.

"And a bottle o' rum....."

It's over.

Just got back from my concert.

Decided to post at night...then i'll have more things to post.

All went well this night, maybe not for some.

My solo went great. Never better.

At least Sofia was cool. She was great too.

Try...and figure out who Sofia is.

If you're in the same school as me, you've seen her before.

Anyway, concert piano solo's sucketh to thine core.

Sounded like crap...only the Chopin Impromptu Whatever was good.

I have no idea how you spell that title. Chopin Fantasy Impromptu?

Never mind. It was played well.

All the violinists did well. Pianists...maybe.

They were really low in grade, most of the pianists...

Gosh! I'm still in my concert stuff!

And it's bloody hot in my room, and in my shirt.

Man...

Someone put the Air-con on please? I'm being polite you mothers!

But anyway. The finale sounded like a national day speech.

Haha, great laugh. Tried not to on stage, at least.

Beep Buzz....

Oh well. I'm being random.

Anyway, on the whole, everybody did well. Good job guys!...and gals.

Sofia.

Just got back from rehearsals...tired, but...yeah.

I'm more recovered actually. About 98% recovered i suppose.

Oh well, hope no one bugs me in this post.

Haven't eaten dinner really...but i'm not hungry.

Tomorrow's my concert. Hope i pull through.

Me and Sofia...we're gonna do fine.

If, she doesn't go out of tune...that is...

Coz stage policies say that if strings go out of tune, excuse is given.

Which...in other words means, restart the piece from the beginning.

I'm not going to get that.

I've got the bloody Mika song 'Love Today' stuck in my head.

Shit. It's a bad thing.

Mom coming! Shoot!

MoTown Dawg.

I'm feeling slightly better now. Still bits of cough and stuff.

Yeah, but i'm better on the whole.

My com is taking lagging to a whole new dimension.

I can type like 1 line ahead of the com.

I've got loads of work to do....will post again when i've got time!

By the way, the bloody new friend test shit failed to load, so, never mind about it.

Thx peeps. If you're finding my posts getting boring, pls tell me...

The fall of 2Wire906 the Third.

Hey, hey, hey. Ladies! You need to stop.

Don't argue my sicknesses over the tagboard! Haha.

I'm slightly better, been taking antibiotics (not panadol).

Oh well. Wanted to post yesterday, but 2 things:

- Sick, couldn't really post.
- My modem, 2Wire906, crashed.

There seems to be a cybernetics revolution brooding in the motherboard...

Whatever it is, i rebooted the modem, hoping it would work.

Miracuously, it did.

So, yeah, i do have internet now, hope it'll last.

Anyway, things seem to have gotten better for me so far...

I had this squeaky lil' rash for a bit.

Looked like hammorage, but it also didn't look like one.

So got it checked (finally, at the doctor) had to take this freaky blood test.

Apparently, the phrase 'full blood charting' meant:

"Stick the bloody tube into that guy and suck up what's left of him!"

It was crazy.

Especially with the trainee nurse/doctor who had no idea how to find a vein.

She was like rammming the jab thing into bloody random areas.

So i had to show her where a vein was. Bloody hell, pain and embarrassing.

Never mind, felt a little faint after the test.

Was complaining about the stupidity of the staff.

Polyclinic, By the way.

The same trainee can't aim a plaster.

She plastered up my jab wound, completely missing the wound.

Stupidity personified.

Anyway, better end off post here, before 2Wire906 crashes again.

Bullet from the shotgun that hit me in the nuts.

Too sick to really post. I'll do that tomorrow.

Burning for Eternity.

I lost count of the number of days i was sick for.

I'm still sick, though, that's all i know.

I need antibiotics. Panadol is not a recovery drug.

Gosh. My eyes are watery.

I can't really see anything...maybe a lil' blur.

I'm like a block of ice, or so it feels, but my body heat is like a bloody microwave.

Should i do a long post? I'll try.

Oh well....looks like it's gonna rain...

Shoot. I really can't see now. So f****** hard to type.

Wait till i get better. F****** fever.

Temperature Rising

Tata Young really did make a point. My fever's not getting ny better.

I'm like a Firebat. Only those classic com freaks will get it.

*Cough. I don't even have a thermometer.

Not that i need one to tell if i'm sick or not.

Panadol is wearing off again. Damn.

And i just took it! Freaking piece of shit.

*Cough. Oh well...

I'm freezing. It's weird, how while your body is burning away, youre like a frozen duck.

Don't ask why i said duck. I just thought of it.

Ok. I'm bored now. Ending the post here.

Hot Spots.

*Cough.

It's yesterday's tomorrow! And i'm still down with this bloody fever.

To imagine i still need to go for violin class later...

Gosh. *Cough.

I'm really tired to type. Somebody help me type?

End of Short Post.

I sizzle...

...with a fever.

Gosh it sucks.

It feels like a bathtub full of ice cubes. Strange, but true.

I learned a new semi-swearword: Friggin'.

Courtesy of Liane's blog. It's on my tagboard.

Anyway. It sounds like...some brand of cheap toothpaste.

I'm not gonna say where it's manufactured...you should get what i'm thinking.

*Sigh. Fevers are boring pieces of crap.

And bloody (friggin') panadol tastes like crap too.

Or should i say...Paracetamol?

Whatever it is, it (friggin') tastes like a bucket of shit.

The shit, i mean. Not tasting like the bucket.

Holy crap. My blanket's not working. I'm still bloody freezing...

Censored: My bloody balls are shrinking. God!

"I don't want to turn into a Jon Pong!" - God save me.

I'm still freezing like...f***. (frig'(?))

I need a bloody heater. Wonder if fire's hot enough.

IF I CAN JUST GET OUT OF THIS (FRIGGIN') BLANKET!

The only thing that's keeping me warm is my lappy.(laptop)

Well.....that only applies to my fingers.

This definitely is A Fever I Can't Sweat Out, Panic!.

Ok. My fingers are screwing up.

Ths rom is so frigiin cld i cnt evn spel proply.

-Please wait.-

*Heating up hands...

Got it! I have an idea...

*Reaches for pair of socks.

*Puts socks over hands.

Yeah! This rocks!

Except...typing is a lil' problem...

I knew this china (whoops!) brand of socks is good.

Hey, but china! ~ That's a compliment.

Fact of the Day: China is good in producing cheap socks.

Be happy, you noodle eating...rice licking...cock...never mind.

This seems to be making good effect. The socks are REAL good.

Should be called gloves instead.

Gosh! It's 11:12 p.m? Holy (Frig')!

-Please wait-

*Warming legs on hot laptop fan radiators...

*Failed.

Smokes. Shoot. My senses tingle. No, i'm not Spiderman, stupid.

I'm geting goosebumps. The cold is killing me.

No, Jason...and Ben Tan. Not that sort of cold.

It's too cold to get cold.

Self-group humour: Excuse us.

Looking back at my title. I understand.

I'm not egoistic. Read the title, then read the first line of my post.

Ok. Socks/gloves are (friggin') getting cold now.

(Frig')!

Ok. Ending post here...before Ivor kills me.

P.S - Happy spot? You mean like...Geylang? Joking, joking.

Can i say LOL?

Wait. i think i just did.

Optimism.

This post is gonna be real short. Nice for Ivor's pleasure of reading.

Well, it seems like things are getting better.

Thanks Clare...Liane...M'gal...Bro...

It's good to know people like you guys.

Ok Ivor. Short enough?

The Un-alive Soul. 667.

Over-optimistic: It's a new day! Time to start afresh!

Reality check: I'm still f***** up. Nothing's going to change.

Sorry Ivor. My posts aren't gonna get any better.

I post till it doesn't fit my title context.

Ok, so i'm like a bloody piece of f***, being so down...

"Happiness....." - What's that again? Dictionary, anyone?

That word seems familiar...but i really can't imagine it's feeling anymore.

I really wished that someone could tie me up right now, and whip my back...

...till all the flesh is ripped off.

Or use a scapel, and slowly skin off my flesh...

*Sigh...thing's are definitely not going to get better.

I can't even Do a single thing right.

By the way - 667 is to show how close i am to the devil(666).

I'm just next door.

Un-alive? Happiness was taken away from me...i'm like a bloody empty shell.

I know nothing about happiness now. I'm worse than an undead.

Gosh. Why do things stick around?

I'm too f***** up to post anymore.

It's my bloodstained penknife that keeps me alive...

It's been so long after the incident.

I'm not recovering.

Trying not to slash myself either. It's hard.

It's uncomfortable trying to resist.

I feel so bad now. I wanna kill myself.

My house is not tall enough, can't jump.

No rope here, can't hang either.

Nope, no water, can't drown.

Stab? Too painful.

Wait. I can try electricity...

Shit. No main socket. After all, i never wanted to die of an electric shock.

Still, cutting seems to be the best method so far.

But i've got promises to keep.

*Sigh. Clare...just once, please?

There's no other option...please?

*Sigh..dunno whether she reads my blog.

Oh shit. This is getting bad. Real bad.

I really need to slash. F*** it.

Oooh....shit, help someone?

Please? Anybody?

This is like a bloody hangover. It sucks like shit.

Oh GOD! F****** guy upstairs! Can you bloody hear me?

Or is your goddamn ears too stuck up with someone elses crap?

...ok, sorry. Should'nt have said all that. I'm getting rash.

"Hail Mary full of whatever..." - Praying, in case you didn't realise.

Clare...come on! Just once, i won't be bad...please?

Oh gosh.

OH MY GOD I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE THIS SUCKS I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF!

God. F****** asshole.

F***. F***, f***, f***, f***.

Stab my heart and hope to die.

The worst day ever.

I just feel so f****** screwed.

F*** it. I'm always so f****** screwed.

You wanna know how i feel? Do you?!

I tell you, it's so f****** bad i can't even describe my f****** feelings.

F***. Why me?

Go get some other asshole to pick on!

Why those questions? Just why those f****** questions?!

My God! Shit! Someone, i need a blade.

A lil' rusty would be just fine.

God! Screw the bloody f****** world! Why put me here?

F*** you b****! F*** you!

Gosh! She's gonna drive me nuts!

"Why do you pretend to love me?" - Who do you think i am? Huh?!

I'm some random asshole, i see.

So this is how i should be.

Some bloody Care Bear, spreading the world with love...

Then when your time comes, someone picks you up, and dumps you.

Is that it? F*** it.

If that's what you think, then it's over ok?

You tell me. Have i just been wasting my time on you?

Or have you just been making me the fool?

You decide. Tell me you answer....no wait. Don't.

I'm too f****** screwed up to ever want to know.

I can't even decide whether i should continue like this.

It sucks, ok? Why don't you try?

All the while, been there, held you hand...been whatever you wanted...

And all you can tell me is why i pretended.

You wanna know why i pretended? Coz i love you.

Or so i used to.

I'm so bloody f****** confused now.

Should we continue? Or not?

It's up to you.

I wash my hands off this. I had enough.

Trying to save this from tearing apart is ripping me into pieces.

I can't say anything else. F*** it.

Me and my screwed up life. Try it.

Correction Tapes and Liquid Papers.

I need some of that. For my com.

My com doesn't allow me to edit my posts...have to wait till school reopens.

So bear with my f****** spelling errors for the time being.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

What the f*** is with my formalities.

Lets try again.

"Like it or not, you have to live with my shit. Capiche, jackass?"

That's more like it.

Playing GTA LCS - Go find out what that is if you're a game geek, geek.

Keep getting busted. F****** cops.

Really, i just wanna blast their f****** balls off with a hand grenade.

Footsteps again? Please mom, don't bother me now...

Can't you see i'm busy posting?

"What are you doing ah? Playing games?" - Whatever mom...

"Erm...no, i'm reading my chinese work...damn difficult man!..." - Haha.

Mission Complete.

Fact of the day: I am Pro.

Ego.

Again....sorry...personal humour...

Got busted again....no way...

Ok, enough of this crap.

Today was...tiring.

Swim training sucks. I had to swim a total of 8km in 1 and a half hours...

And now my f****** leg is so f***** up i can't even swear properly.

I can't even think properly...f***.

Can't wait for tomorrow though.

See m'gal again. Yeah!

Gotta go play my violin now. Shit.

End of post.

Rumours had it...

Here goes another post.

Today looks optimistic. The weather...bright and sunny.

M'gal hasn't sms-ed me in a long time.

Should go sms her.

- Please Wait -

...

...

...

...

- Thank you for waiting -

Whatever. Back to posting.

Nothing much happened this morning.

The only bad thing is my bloody keyboard keeps getting stuck.

Wait. Footsteps. Is that my mom?

Never mind.

I might be going over to my cuz's house later.

Bash the....ok no matter Liane.

I sound like a bounty hunter.

M'gal, don't get the wrong idea.

I'm just doing business... hunting business.

Hope my cuz doesn't read my blog.

Oh well...

I'm alone...m'gal still hasn't replied...

*Sigh. Life can never get anymore boring than this.

Should go play a game.

*Attempts to play tic-tac-toe with himself.

I won! YOU SUCK ASSHOLE.

Wait. I lost too.

What am i doing? Gosh.

I seem to be slowly decomposing away...

T thing it's the effect of Long Term Starcraft.

It's a disease i heard, where you play too much stuff from Blizzard.

Now let me attempt to amuse myself.

*Reads a chinese book.

*Throws chinese book out of the window. Joking.

Hey! I actually got amused!

Ok, sorry people. Personal humour.

Damn, have to go swimming later.

My head is already full of chlorine. How much more do you want in there?

And to think....god.

Yesterday was fun.

I tried to spin 20 plastic 2 dollar notes in the washing machine.

It was real cool. Like Yusof being washed clean.

But the notes didn't come out shiny. Should add more soap powder next time.

By the way, the money came from my mom's wallet...and from mine.

I took the next half an hour drying them with a book. (Like in a fan action...)

Ok. That's about for my morning. Gonna go play Starcraft.

" On the first day of Christmas....Blizzard gave to me....a brand new SCV..."

That is the Starcraft version of the 12 Days of Christmas.

Signing off now. Out!

Gimme a blade....someone?

Shit. I feel so bad. I'm not gonna say why.

Why that question?

Please. If there's really something you want to tell me, just do.

Shit...f***. F*** it. I'm just an emo piece of crap.

Mom here.

I've got a 3mm stuck in my head.

Let's start the next post by addressing Liane again.

I'm not getting the wrong idea. I already have my own.

And i'm....hilarious? You've got a nice mum. Trust me, definitely better than mine.

Ok, time check, i've got 15 mins before swim.

Tonight's the bloody time trials.

Listening to Circle Circle Dot Dot. Bloody nice.

"Now kindly please remove your top..." - Don't you just love the song?

Hope i have time to post later. M'gal is....should go sms her.

Oh well...

Missing school. It's bloody boring at home.

I went to watch POTC3. It was nice.

To all movie geeks, POTC is Pirates of the Carribean.

Duh....

Ok....i have about 8 minutes left of post time.

Shoot. I don't want to repeat the post in 2 minutes.

I almost died in violin class today.

Somebody should buy me a coffin...just in case.

I just tried something today.

A Cheese Sausage Prata. Homemade.

Still reminising...

F***. I just started a new craving.

Shit. Should i go make one?

oh wait. Concentrate on the post. Maybe you won't make so many f****** spelling errors.

Ok. 5 mins left.

Tra-la-la...

Wait. What the hell is wrong with my bloody f****** b**** asshole clock?!

Shit. @@*^!(@*&^(_!&^^!$

Gotta go. I'm actually late by ten minutes.

Shoot.

The Effect of Rabbit Stew and Eggs.

Ok. Let's start of by addressing Liane.

Are you reading my blog everyday?

Oh shit... Mom here. Post tomorrow.

Sorry m'gal. Cant go online. Mom.....

Love you so much.

A dagger, anyone?

I ran out of titles.

I dunno what to blog either...

Darn.

+High on the Holy Spirit+

Sorry, for everything. My blog is not dead yet.

I was at camp.

Laptops are not allowed inside camp. Not even buying coke.

Not even Canadian Pizza.

I was meant to post earlier, but mom was here.

She removed the battery from my PSP.

But, the camp....was really spiritual.

I felt different for a bit.

Life seems to have changed.

As the title states....

No, no no. 'Holy Spirit' is not the name of a drug.

It's God. Morons.

Or is it just me?

Oh well. I could post more...but mom's calling.

I've got a piece of f*** for a head.

My head still hurts. Yes m'gal. It sucks.

Damn scary....teacher sitting next to me.

Lucky i've got another web page open - Trigonometric Functions.

tan x = opposite/adjacent O/A

sin x = opposite/hypotenuse O/H

cos x = adjacent/hypotenuse A/H....f****** cool.

Whatever. Printer is making noise again.

*sigh.....

M'gal's next to me.

I was gonna....ok. end of post.

Tim's here to help me with something.

24 Hours Remaining.

It's tuesday. Just about a day left with m'gal in school.

My head hurts like shit.

Holy f.....oh wait. Liane can't take vulgarities.

Holy fish.

Crappy-poo....

A need a panadol. Fish! my head really hurts.

Definition of Fish: 1. A creature that lives underwater.

2. Also commonly referred to as f***.(infml)

Up to you to choose which meaning is more appropriate.

Wait. Did i just say f***?

F*** it.

I give up this fish thing. Tis' lame.

My f****** head hurts like f*** that i could squeeze my nuts and it won't hurt that badly.

F***!

(Sorry liane....muh bad...)

Anyway. Gotta do chinese tomorrow! Shoot.

During lunch. When i should be spending some time with m'gal.

Chinese is wrong. It's like sucking......never mind.

Arrgh! My f*** head!

I need 3 kilos of francium. Blow my brain out.

Aww.....f*** shit.

Barney keeps playing in my head. Like a f****** charm.

"I love you........" - Get out of my head you purple shit!

*Imagining barney swallowing a grenade...

*Boom!

*Purple bits of whatever on the wall.

*Poor cleaner wiping up barney's mess.

Barney stinks.

Man! I wanna be with my gal! Right now!

I'm a piece of crap right now.

Trying out different positions with my laptop.

Wait. That sounded wrong.

I meant trying to TYPE in different positions with my laptop.

Oh shoot. I think i made it worse.

Ok, i can't type anymore. My f*** of a head is gonna blow up.

There goes a half of me.

Man...I dunno what's in me these days.

Things seem to have always gone wrong.

Like a punishment from hell.

I hope m'gal's not pissed with me.

Sorry i wrote those things in my blog.

I was so not in my usual state of mind.

"Sorry. i love you so much..." - a quote from me.

*Sigh....

I pissed off many people today.

I feel so bad. F*** myself.

Wish i could do something about it. Right now.

Shit.

"Not again?!" - M'gal.

"You blog-aholic!" - yeah. i think i am.

Not many people to talk to now. Especially my mom.

Best if i let it all out with words.

Easier than a diary.

Ok. Shit. There goes m'gal. It's not helping the way she is right now.

F***. I wanna scream.

*sigh...

Really, life sucks. Bloody world is not accepting me for who i am.

Now that i've got a police record to my name. It sucks.

Fact file:

I'm a f****** asshole who can't do anything right.

I'm a bloody piece of shit. Not even m'gal can stand me.

I'm just, a b******.

Shoot.

I hate my life.

I'll slash my hand right now if i had a blade.

I'll jump off the building...if only the school was tall enough.

3 storeys is.....nothing.

I tried more before...i think.

Bloody f***. There goes the bell.

Screw myself. I'm so f****** emo now

Friday the 13th...is everyday.

F*** me. F*** myself.

I'm so bloody f***** up.

Why do i do the stupidest of things?

F***.

Excuse me for the vulgarities. I just feel so f***** up.

Shit.

I deleted m'gal's project. F***.

F***. F***, f***, f***.

F***!

Shit. I just feel so screwed. Not like anyone would bother.

Freak. I'm a bloody b****** and it's my fault.

Shoot.

Being mutiliated by m'gal. My back just got screwed.

fbdfnhuziudusghisdgisf - m'gal wrote that.

I'm damn unlucky. Shit.

F***.

Screw myself man. F***.

The Amplifier of Death

F***.

In the school com lab now. No one's here but Tim.

M'gal used to be here.

*sigh....

Mom (the amplifier of death) yaked the whole morning.

In the usual, monotonous, droning voice that kills everyone.

She can be a super villian some day.....unstoppable.

F****** shit.

Bloody blog skins are so hard to put up.

Never mind. Off to go find m'gal.

Wanted Stars and Equalizer 517's

Boy....bad day today.

Not trying to be superstitious but..i think it's related to my cross.

I was mad today. Mom was shouting at me the whole day.

When i say the whole day, i mean, the whole day...

Yak yak yak yak......

Damn irritating.

Then in the car, when going swimming, she was still shouting at me.

I blew my top.

I threatened to jump out of the car. I just couldn't stand the noise.

It wasn't language anymore. It was noise.

Like my broken stereo (won't wanna know what happened to it)

Then my mom was like, "I'll call the police!"

So i was like...."ok, go on then"

"yak yak yak yak yak..." - the crap started again.

Ok. M'gal's interested to know what happened. So i'll hurry.

Mom stopped the car, and walked into some construction site like a b****.

I got out of the car too. Went to a nearby bus stop and listened to some Death Metal.

"Fantasy in each other's games, wandered through life calling out their names..."
- still remember the song. Reassurance Rests in the Sea.

Then mom threathened again. I knew she wasn't gonna do it.

So i egged her on: "Jail's definitely better than home. Get that right."

Miraculously, she did.

I felt quite glad at that time.

Some police woman picked up.

Mom tried to be polite.

I was really eager to have a word with the police.

I knew my mom was nuts at statements.

Then, after a while....

Mom said, "I'll give you another chance."

In my head i was like, "Screw you! And i was just excited!"

F****** hell.

She called the police and 'politely' told them that the matter was solved.

I meant that sarcastically.

So i got into the car.

"Yak yak yak yak..."

F****** day. Screwed up by some asshole.

Can't believe i know that woman.

-End of Transmission-

A post in 2 minutes

Ok. i'm gonna type this in two minutes.

Just had lunch. Going for swim training again.

So that's about it.

*Stops the stopwatch.

F***?! 20 seconds?

ok....continue writing.

Haiz.

Still wearing the broken cross.

It looks a little bit cool though.

I'll wear it on monday.

Haha.

* 39 seconds.

It took me about 5 seconds to type that.

Oh well...

...

My f****** com is screwing this post up. Dang.

Wondering what's m'gal doing now.

* 57.....58.....59....1:00 min.

Ok. One minute has passed.

My com is starting to lag.

Shoot.

I'm behind time!

Ok. Type faster.

* 1:22 min

Shit!

Ok...erm.....shoot. brain block!

I.....oh yeah.

Erm.....gonna die for swim later.

Reading science noe (Supposedly).

Com! Don't screw up!

Arrgh! Cannot think!

* 1:50 min

Ok! Sum it all up!

Swim gonna die love m'gal so much.

Scars of the crucifix

I was gonna write another one yesterday.
But i dropped dead the minute i got home from swim.

Ok never mind. Yesterday's training was........i dunno.

Hard to put it.

But something bad happened.

I had a hematite (or how you spell) cross.

It broke into 2 yesterday.

Then i had a bad feeling something was gonna happen.

Coz last year, when i was at camp, my mom broke one of the same crosses.

Grandma passed away. (Rest in peace.)

So this time, i hope nothing happens.

Especially to my gal.

I was so worried for her. I almost cried my heart out.

It's ok if something happens to me, coz i will take it in my stride.

But if someone else.......i dunno what to say.

Ok this must be my most emo post so far.

Why does my f****** com keep jumping words?

Need a new com.

Hope m'gal's fine.

*sigh...

Why am i always so unlucky?

F***. F*** f*** f***...

Screw this com. So bloody ancient. Can't do a single thing right.

Ok. i'm gonna end this post where it should have ended.

The first navy started with a guy on a raft holding a gun

Title came with inspiration from the Navy Open House.

It's crap. But i love crap.

So does Jon Pong. Not that i care.

Still at home, doing my geog. Gonna finish.

Later have to go for swim training. Not nice.

Who loves 4km of fly?

I'll say f*** you if you say you love it.

The cbox, if i didn't mention it in my earlier post, is up.

Only Ivor and m'gal seem to have noticed it.

Now, what's left of this blog should be the skin.

F****** skin is so difficult to put up.

It's not the skin's fault. it's my laptop.

F****** ancient.

Advertisment: Any museum would like to buy a 7 year old, antique laptop? Going cheap. O.N.O.

Whatever. Like anyone would like to have an ancient laptop.

Anyway. The Navy thing was real great. Thanks Uncle.

The ships were like plastic, but the guns were bloody good.

Everything was the same colour. Some cloaking thing.

But the guns were like.....holy f***.

Blow a hole through the heavens baby.

I ate like a ton. Full of random stuff.

Including cheese balls.

Balls.

Balls full of cheese.

The cheese looked white.

Yum. I'm sure many people would like it.

Ok. Whatever go screw the balls.

I hope to be able to put some pics on the blog.

Hope. Just hope.

Boy, geog is driving me up the wall.

And so is the com.

Can't wait for monday. See m'gal again.

Ok. Gonna go for swim now.

'The Late List'

Boy, only have time for one post today. Was aiming to post two articles.

Never mind.

8PCA was like zombies. Only the teacher was in mood.

We were like.....stones.

I think i was the biggest stone. Boulder, maybe.

*Stoning.

The title of my post is based on our school's "latecomer's notebook"

Ben was late. His reason - Woke up late, i think.

Jon Pong was late too - half dead. Who would believe that?

I fortunately, was early. Lucky dream.

I had a dream that my alarm was ringing.

I woke up slamming my hand on the clock non-stop.

Actual time of waking: 6:30am

R.A.S time - 7:02am

Miracles do happen, i was still early for school.

Rumours had it that Ben was sleeping at the bus stop outside the school.

His arrival confirmed Macdonald's breakfast as a reason to be late.

Burger and an apple pie.

We had 'high breakfast' later, consisting of some mocha and a fruit cake each.

The P.E teacher didn't like it.

Not our faults. We were hungry and also just trying to be retarded for a bit.

First lesson was music. Mr. Teach (Not his real name) was late.

That's how we got crazy fruit cake ideas.

~ Got an sms from m'gal. ~

She's with the G7's at Fort Canning.

Watching Midsummer's night dream....under the stars.

And here i am, still doing geog (supposedly) and being under house arrest.

And i should be with m'gal. What am i doing?

Dang. Juz checked. the tickets are bloody expensive.

I've got 4 bucks in my wallet. Doubt it'll even buy me the scraps of someone's used ticket.

Stupid price for champagne under the marquee. Buy some spirits yourself?!

Dang. I regret not being with my gal.

Ok. Back to business. Mr Teach came in the end.

Played a fuzzy song on the...clarinova? Is that what it's called?

Let's face it. Music lesson jus t put all our zombie faces back to sleep.

I have to admit i was fighting off sleep too.

Break was like break.

Math was like math.

- What happens is a secret.

P.E was like a killer.

"Your room smells like roast duck!" - hey, mom. I don't give a damn.

Wait. in case your lost, that didn't just happen in school.

Basketball was like.......duh.

Maybe except the solo ownage. I love my last shot.

I really dunno how i did it.

I was lying on the floor after.

M'gal was watching me. I said hi.

She smiled. I like that.

Looking at the scrollbar at the side of my com. seems to have gotten shorter.

Science was cool.

The test was ok, lucky i remembered the equations.

acid + alkali -> salt + water (Neutralisation)

I'm not turning my blog into a revision course. Donovan, don't come here if you want info.

Sodium (Na) explodes when in contact with water?!

Holy F***!

F*** shit!

Where can i get some of that f****** stuff?

F*** it man. I'm high.

But really, that f****** stuff is hot.

Should sneak some from the lab.

It'll be cool.

Go fill up my bathtub with water, then blow a hole in the roof.

Maybe my neighbour's roof. More fun to watch.

Chill, i still have to find the goddamn stuff first.

Shit.

Then there was violin. I got f***** by the teacher.

Not really f*****, just f*****. Capiche?

Never mind.

If the geog teacher reads my blog posts he will say:

"Gerard, different chouice of words..."

Lucky he's not.

Really screwed up by the violin teacher.

I doubt i played more that 60 notes.

Then now i'm home.

Writing this blog for people to read.

And, supposedly doing my geog.

F****** cartoon cow picture.

Reminiscing the school bit. What did i miss.....?

Oh yeah. Conversation on Sciences and X-ray vision.

And vampires. Garlic spray!

Sounds so gay. But it was cool.

Wondering if m'gal's having fun.

Hey! Blogger saves your drafts automatically?

I never noticed till now.

I'm damn slow.

*stoning.

*Stares at bag of popcorn. It;s empty.

*whines.

Gosh, how do you live without popcorn?

"I somehow find, you and i, collide." - Ok. Howie Day sticks in my head now.

Plays in my mind like a f***** up mp3 player that's hanged on looping.

Scoot off asshole! Play a different song!

"Now i know, that i can't make you stay..." MCR for posers. Who cares?

Better song. My hands are getting tired from typing.

Oh yeah. Ben wanted an advertisment on him.

Advertisment: Ben is the best! He is the one you want. Call him.

Should i give his phone number? Forget it.

Ok. I'm too lazy to continue this f****** post.

Till my hands recover.

Ouch.

Go read m'gal's blog. www.diornikkie.blogspot.com

To the end. Not just yet.

Music night ended. I'm back home. Peace.

House arrest is not nice at all, but this night seems peaceful.

Maybe it's just me at peace.

*sigh...the violin solo was well.

If time were but a clock, it could be turned over.
Then i could relive my mistakes, grieves, and happiness.
But why tomorrow? Today is for the living?
And my heart shall live to it's fullest.

Ok ok ok. Poetic, yes, but i doubt if it'll fit an action packed thriller.

Burning my night away. Dunno what to do.

Thinking of my gal. If only i could message her.

We had good times in school.

Maybe if not for the dare...(Don't think sick horny bastards.)

I have to admit, i may be one sometimes.

Life sure is peaceful. Am i drunk?

Boy. Bambi sure looked cute, until i ate it.

Whatever.

This silence is killing me.

*Yawn...

Should go do my geog. Doesn't sound like me. I'm never so studious.

... ... ...

I'm sidetracking. I end up trying to get a cbox for this blog.

Got it. Gonna go paste a cbox now.

- End of Transmission -

The Hallows of the Stage.

Haiz. Still in the com lab.

"Kyrie Eleison...." - The choir is bloody noisy.

The violin solo, as i said, is going, to kill me.

The only difference is that the time has finally come.

Daniel looks cool. Nice black shirt.

I look.....i dunno.

*sigh.

The end of me is near.

I'm not hungry anymore. Got some food.

But i'm thirsty now. F***.

I'm so nervous that i'm actually not breathing.

The choir is still noisy...man.

Cut the crap please! My gosh. Wonder if they heard me.

I'm not gonna try to be cynical.

Ok. Choir dispersed into a bunch of retards.

Noisy! Shut the f*** up! STFU people!

"Nicole says stop blogging!" - whatever.

"Can i type for a while?" yeah ms, you type like....god.

(The following crap as follows is not written by me.)

gerard is a freaking pro violinist.. heheh he is bloody pro la...
erm.. nothing to say now so yeah.. just that gerard is freaking pro violinist ... yeah mannnn.lololoooooooollolololololoolo.....
___________________________________________________________________________________

As i said. - The following crap....

So dun read it.

Tim's mom wants me to play for her....darn....

100 Plus.

Just finished P.E. - Bloody sun.

Why does 100plus seem so expensive? Maybe...coz i'm broke.

Boy...it's not nice being broke.

Ok. Borrowed money from someone.

100 plus never tasted so good.

Someone's playing the guitar. And screaming vulgarities.

*@^*!_)@&^&#*(

Louisa just showed me her blog.

Whatever.

Ivor is being stupid.

"Push the button....haha!" - omg.

Ok, now i'm not the only one blogging.

F****** com. lag.

Someone googled Geylang?!

My gosh. And i thought i was sick.

I smell bad. Need to bathe man.

Oh shit!Mom just called. f***.

...

...

...

...

...

...bye!

Mom just said that she's coming to give me money. Yay.

Tim's laughing.

"Shit you." Ivor read the post.

Oh well.....

I'm so tired.

People are streaming in. Boy.

I just realised. There's an Emopedia, Wookiepedia, and a WoWikipedia.

I'm too tired to post.

Instrumental Deathday.

Just a few more hours to the bloody music night.

This Jon Pong is still bugging me. Get a life dude.

He's breathing down my ear. Some evil laugh.

"Hey you want your ice lemon tea now?" - a little late dude.

Whatever.

This f****** keyboard is so bloody difficult to type on.

Finally. Some peace. The Mango Pongding has left the lab.

Still, i'm the only one blogging.

- Definition of Substinence Farming....

As i said. Studious people...........

Darn. Speaking of Farming, my geog is still unfinished.

Bloody printer is so noisy.

Donovan is back.

"Is that gerard?" - Jason's here now.

He almost killed his ankle trying to take a step into the....

Ok. Never mind. We had a good laugh.

M'gal's here now.

*bonk.

Ouch. My head.

u ccablr sduu si u giowe rgus us ruiwbg.

Wait.

I meant to say:

I can't see so i hope i'm typing this right.

Well, not too good. Damned keyboard.

love you hahas my blog is http://diornikkie.blogspot.com

She wrote that.

"I'm going dance room now. T6." Maybe i'll go.

Holy crap. Staring at the com beside mine freaks me out.

Her report on farming is so.....long.

As uncomprehendible as binary code.

01001110100110101101110111101101000101001

Or maybe it's just her that understands.

Bloody hell.

Teacher came in. Lucky he didn't spot me blogging.

*Phew.

Ok. It's not just the person beside me.

Everyone, is working.

Not my fault. My powerpoint is at home.

Oh wait. Tim is DOTA-ing himself sick.

He's good at it. I can't play for nuts.

And he uses a touchpad. NOT a mouse.

Bloody hell.

P.E next. Can't wait.

- tap tap tap.

The girl beside me types like crazy.

If it's not lightspeed, i don't believe it.

*sigh.

I'm hungry. Where's Jon Pong?

"Rather interesting blog" Tim's stopped DOTA for a bit.

Finally.

He must have read that. He went back to playing.

"I'm doing my geography project" - Guilt?

Oh well....

Blog blog blog...

Goddamn it. I'm so f****** hungry i could bite my nuts off.

If i could just reach them.

Wonder how they taste like. Marshmallows?

F***.

Tim is back again.

"Out of battery!"

A minute of silence to the com which is in a state of coma.

... ... ... ... ...

ok.

"Whine..."- the person on my left.

Hope my blog doesn't get blocked by the Control Kids thing.

It's f****** lame. whoever invented that?

Gosh. Some people on earth really, really need to get a life.

Can i swear, for the fun of it?

f***.

Boy i'm sure bored.

...

"Same here" - guess we're both stuck on the same boat.

Wait. Why is the boat full of water?!

OK. Jon Pong is back.

He's gone now. like a passing shower.

Dang.

Get some sleep. I'm lagging.

Ok.Last post for the day.

The wooden floors.

Home. Dunno whether it's a good thing.



My laptop is ancient. 7 years old. F****** speakers dun work. Neither does the headphone port.

Great. A world in silence. What can get worse?

It's peaceful here, only that my lap is heating up like mad.

This position is stupid. I'm brushing my teeth, tagging my blog, and trying my best not to laugh over this stupid video.

- Happy tree friends theme song.

Sadistic animals. Get a real do you ass! what's the moose's name again?

Oh yeah. Lumpy, i think.


And the bloody bunny stuffs the fork into the electrical socket.

Anyone likes roast rabbit?

Burnt. I mean.

*Takes a bite of roast bunny

Tastes like digested carrot. Go vegan people!

Ok, dun listen to my crap. I just took a slice of moron cake.

I'm mentally decomposed.

-Brain hang-

...... ... ...... ... . .. .. ...... ... .. . ..... .... ........

*stoning.
... ... ... .. ... ........ ... ....... .....

-program not responding-

-affirming reboot of mainframe-

*Please wait. i'm operating a shutdown.

____________________________________________________

Done. Working fine now. Only that i laughed my ass off over that bloody rabbit.

Coz of that, there's toothpaste on my screen.

Oh F****. i spilled my coffee too.

Shoot.

"Stay far away from my com you lump of asshole coffee!"

Ok. talking to myself. Never mind.

Shakespeare died today.

Of a heart attack.

Watching our performances from above (or below).

Shakespeare has risen from the dead, and got shocked back to death by our acting.

Poor guy. Someone stop Will from crying please!

He's making a wreck over here!

*sob.

The fun's over. No more shakespeare night.

Wanted to go to an ice cream parlour. Celebration.

Screw tomorrow. Music night? I don't think so.

More like Instrumental Deathday.

Somehow, when i said that, i imagined a tuba playing like an asshole.

Wait. Is this post too long?

F*** that. I'll juz keep going.

Bloody hell. my mouse just died. i think it's the connection. (computer mouse, doofas)

Mom is coming in. Shit. Code 9 starts now.

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"What are you doing?"

"Oh, writing a geog write up, mom."

"(hesitates) ok then. why take so long?"

"I dunno. Maybe if my com wasn't ancient..."

"So?"

"Get a new com."


Code 9 is offically closed. 99.
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Ok. too long. i'll stop the post here.

Freaking Shit.

My gosh. They turned off the lights.

The parent Macbeth witches are freaking me out....

They lurk around like Overlords...

HOLY CRAP!

Greg is freaking me out again.

My cuz looks gay. bloody f*** he just tried to give me a kiss.

Unholy piece of crap.

The place is swarming with people. Can i consider this a diary?

Lights are on......*Phew.

Thy Continuation

I'm still in the f****** com lab. Got caught 3 times trying to post a blog.

Let's be shakespearean:

Thy room is filledst with thine vulgarities.

Nuts to that. Juz trying to get into the performance mood.

Jon Pong still hasn't gotten me the ice lemon tea yet. But i got a chair. yay.

M'gal is on me. She's the the sweetest gal i've ever known.

"I'm the most violent girl you've ever known..."agreed.

I'm actually nervous over the teachers....they're like cloaked units.

I'm not a detector. My radar can't spot these things.

Ouch my ears...*rubs ears...

F***!!! ok ok ok...not a teacher. *phew.

"What the hell?!" - Ivor.

Boy......gotta go. Damn. The show has to go on........

I'm so f***** out i could eat my head.

In the com lab for the 3rd time.

so bored i could post tons of crap.

relax. I'm not gonna do that.

My violin solo is juz finished. These rehearsals can get crappy.

I look like a drug addict. My eyes are just gonna close...

*stoning...

Everybody's blogging here....well, games not allowed, so well...

"Why are you sitting on the CPU?!" Well, jon pong.....get me a bloody chair then...

The CPU is hard to sit on.

"No bloody chair" - it seems he's been reading my post.

Ok let's test this out:

Jon Pong, can buy me an ice lemon tea?

m'gal's on me now. She's the sweetest person i've known.

Wonder where Jon Pong went, hope it's for my ice lemon tea...

Teat cups and suction pumps.

If geog can't kill you, a project on dairy farmng will. My gosh!

Just visit google and do an image search. Search dairy farming. The pictures are so f****** horny! Just look at them.

Are posts meant to be long? F***.

Jodie's tapping on the window. Whatever.

I'm freezing my ass off! bloody room is so f****** cold!

Brrr...........shit.

Ok.

Tag it. Not Spam it.

The title says it all. Yay. The goddamn blog is open.

I'm bored. La-la-la....nothing gets worse than this man...

The people in this com lab is watching Barney. Come on! Get a life people!~

And i thought this was a secondary school...

"I love you....you love me...." shut up u F****** dinosaur. Get a real job.

"Someone fire that guy!"

At last. people finally started to live. I suppose the purple dinosaur suit got thrown in the bin. Some guitars please?

"On a holiday....." - Something better now.

I'm still bored. F*** the com. laggggg.

OK. Let's type rubbish. blah. blah. blah.

fbaeiofoaebgioabgio.

done.

oh F***. now people want to play Barney on the guitar! f*** that moron.

whatever...

this blog....wait. Jon Pong is bugging me. Mango Pongding..........ass.

ok. back to normal. this blog is offically tagged.