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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.