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.

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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.

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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.