bush sings

bush sings

Impersonation of Bush

HAHAHAHA.

*sigh*

i am pathetically broke. PATHETICALLY BROKE.



bah. i have 20 cents to my name. and 4 bucks in my atm account.



hahhahaahahahahahaha. looking for willing donor.

thanks chunz for the chocolate stick thingys. i had that for breakfast. bahahahahaha. and apparently i farted in mah sleep. bahahahahaha.

was it a stinky fart? :P



ah. i am hungry and broke. :(

michael moore pwns humana and helps saves a guy's life

WOOHOO! me *loves* michael moore.

YOUTUBE IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME.

omfg. K-drama marathon on safari. what would i do without youtube.
my pathetic life revolves around it and i have class at 12 noon. dammit. facing a bitch of a teacher.

har.

i swear i'm going nuts. where did my last blog post go? it VANISHED OKAY. IT VANISHED. and i vaguely remembered pressing the publish post button. fuck it. and it was an emo post too.

bahhhh.

okay 6.03am and i've spent the whole night downloading videos on YouTube and laughing like a crazy woman. bah. okay. it's finished loading and i am off to watch it.

BAIBYUEE.

random post

this is hotness. i think he looks a whole lot hotter now that he's discovered couture. yummy. that's him with the wife, dita von teese - stripper. (talk about obvious.) i like him better with rose mcgowan. His dress sense at the time.. leaves much to be desired but HOT HOT COUPLE manson and rose makes.

come on! somebody write me a fanfiction where rose gets abused by current bf and accidentally meets up with manson, and sparks were reignited and manson leaves dita for rose. or have a ménage à trois. whichever.

nah. manson leaves dita for rose. XDDDDD








but anyways. there's this picture of him in a three piece pinstripe suit that is REALLY hot and unfortunately i can't find the damned photo. guys in pinstripe suits are really hot. reaaaallllyyy reaaaallllyyy hot.

yum. yummeh.

i am a sick fuck

and sometimes i scare myself for thinking the thoughts that i have. self-censorship is mental perversion at its worst, it is fucked up quality brain fucking and after you're done with it, you don't recognise yourself anymore because the layers upon layers of repression starts messing with you and suddenly you don't know who you are, what the fuck in the world you're doing and the self doubt creeps in and makes you wonder if life is worth living at all because basically everyday is just another grind to the finish. voicing my opinion doesn't seem to matter as much anymore and making myself heard over the masses of screaming retards is just really pointless because i don't seem to have anything worthy to say. this is really messing up my brain and i can't trust anybody to listen and not think i'm a fucking moron for thinking the things that i do. to think you know yourself and find that the knowledge cannot withstand close scrutiny is a big fucking slap in the face. i don't know when i started lying to myself, i don't know when it's going to stop, i don't even know if i want it to stop because it's comforting to at least have a safety net to break my fall even if i know it's going to tear anyways. it's like 4.49am in the morning and i'm spewing verbal diarrhea i have no idea what the fuck i'm talking about because this is a totally random post.

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OKAY THIS IS JUST ANOTHER RANDOM I NEED TO USE CAPITALS POST BECAUSE I AM SO PISSED OFF.



i neeeeeeddddd slllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppp.........fuck the block system MANY MANY TIMES. FUCK IT.

:D

this is a happy post today. although there hasn't been anything ... and i mean ANYTHING at all to cheer me up.

but i say this is a happy post.

so a happy post this is.

because i say so. and you as my blog reader is subject to my idiotic randomness.



and this is my msn avatar, created to go along with my oh-so-awesome nickname.

my pants just farted.

woe to those who don't have me in their msn list.

you don't know what you're missing.

bloody boo beh boop bah beh.

i'm off to school.

buh bye.

moneh moneh moneh

it's a rich man's world.


especially if you want to go overseas for further education.


monetary problems are a BIG FUCKING BITCH. i want to catch her in the face and bitch-slap her, then stuff a banana in her eye socket. and then slice off her buttocks and feed it to her.


not to mention doubts about employment opportunities. to spend 250K+++ and not find a job is NOT ACCEPTABLE. and that job at least... AT LEAST has to pay 3000+ to pay loans and still have leftover money.


moneh moneh moneh moneh moneh moneh monehhhhhhhhhh.... gimme moneh moneh moneh...... moneh monehmoneh....

and expressive illustration is killing me. physically and mentally. FUCK YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU! by that of course, i refer to the block system. which is also a BITCH i have to wrestle with right now. photojournalism is going nowhere until tml when i go down to the SPCA to shoot. omfg.


i

am

so

fucking

screwed. and not just in the front okay. in the backside.

it's more like being skull-fucked actually.

FUCK YOU BITCH!

and that was totally random.



the end.






P.S. willing to sell backside for study grant to NY.

eh.

man.


the piano exam sucked SOOOO bad.
i swear when i left the room, the examiner had a tic on his face.




aha.
hahahahahahahhaa.

like i said. it'd take a miracle the magnitude of ...


...
.......




i dunno. insert something that is ginormously huge. i can't think of anything that big.





for me to pass this exam.





HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA.

ah

when i was back in sec sch, my teacher did this exercise, where we each passed around a paper with our names on and all the students from that class fill in what we thought about each other.

so after that, we passed that paper to our teacher, and she went to type it out nicely and laminated it.

i found mine today.


this is what my classmates thought of me:


cool
very straightforward
doesn't care about what others think of her
efficient
forthright
not easily influenced by others
generous
bold
proud of cca
speaks fluently
so much enthusiasm
lots of unseen potential
happening
easy-going
has attitude
expresses herself well
creative
sensible
knows and plan for her future
funny
sweet
friendly
very game for things
fun to be with
talented artist





and this really wacky one


Symbolic Identity of the Mermaid.





i haven't got this one till this day.



hahahahaha.



okay. so i just took this out for an ego-booster.
bah.

hmm

you know.

singaporeans have this really really scary habit of calling their gf/bfs "LaoPo/LaoGong"

why scary? because all these people are like what? 14-15 onwards.





eeeeeeeeeee......
isn't that just reallllllyyy sick...
and those

"i lub u" messages


eeeeeeewww....










okay



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update

30th july 2006

was a very interesting day.

i got up, got out, ran around

went to bakery, met primary school friend's mother (pri sch friend shares the same bday!), exchanged contact no.

took pictures, got scolded and finished assignment 1 of my photojourn.

went back, vending machine, got 2 for 1 milo packet. XD

go home, got locked out because somebody wouldn't open the door, sat at door, played with doggy through the door

broke into my own house, went to room, sleep

woke up, banged the piano, waited for friends to arrive

got msg from pri sch friend with same birthday, exchanged bday greetings and wishes :D

friends arrived, introduced, make conversation

bathe

came down, friends talking nicely, no blood spilled. breathes sigh of relief.

started steamboat/bbq

pigged out

stuffed ourselves, sat, talk cock

ate cheesecake + weird horribly tasting alcoholic beverage that was strangely addictive

waited for FQ to arrive.

received call, FQ lost in the boonies while driving from woodlands

sang bday song, cut cake, distributed, watched friends got high

friends go home, clean up, wait for FQ

FQ came, dog humped FQ's boyfriend, served them cake, talk cock singsong

FQ go home

me sleeps.





what a fun day. XD









anyways. i was going through my old bday cards from previous years.
it's sad when you read Frenz 4eva! so many times and realize that you are in touch with none of those people.
sad because "Friends Forever" is a phrase so lightly spoken by so many people
but you're obligated to write it anyways - not that i do, my track record isn't very good when it comes to keeping in touch with people from my past -

but it's good to catch up with old friends. those that i still keep in contact with anyways.