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!"