Back to the Grave

Wohoho and a bottle of rum!

I can't sell my freaking tickets! What should I do? And *arghh* the whole class won't buy a single ticket either!
Of course, what i'm most kickassed about is the people in Band selling tickets to the juniors... like JQ Png for example, the devious little imp. die you pimp!

And by the way, JML doesn't know what a pimp is. he said he heard this band at the Oscars singing "IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A PIMP!" and sang along as well, apparently. so i explained it to him and his reaction was "oh dear... oh well! IT'S HARD OUT HERE FOR A PIMP! FOR A PIMP! FOR A PIMP!"

What can i say, JML's such a character... maybe cuz his b'day's on Friday...

F.I.R - 后乐园

雨淋濕了世界　你站在我眼前　愛得太深太想要
你的溫度給我依靠　卻不能要　
放棄了也許才看得到　我從不是你的驕傲

★我走進後樂園中那迷失的一角
　再一步就能觸碰你的心跳　當我們以為的愛不是一種榮耀
　再深的愛也這樣　失去了

你還在我身邊　但我突然發覺　我們之間的畫面　
只會變得越來越淺　不夠永遠　
用生命也許才換得到　一次機會深刻擁抱　

■我走進後樂園中迷失的一角
　再一步就能觸碰你的心跳　我努力往前奔跑直到天涯海角
　卻發現還到不了?

　在我的後樂園中誰是我的依靠　我相信總有一天我會找到
　用我的心去感受擁有愛的美好　我願意世界為你　就這樣　靜止了?


Nice hor?

Oh dear...

An interesting one, this.

And there's the blog on the side too. checkitout!

--->

And i have nothing else to say. Farewell!

Lime-ricks for Lemons

Today was, as things usually go on weekend-eves, like BLAH BLAH BLAH GET IT OVER WITH in class. I think i've reached a deadend for geog, like everything moves in but nothing goes in. something like that. Or as JC our beloved fizzyks teacher would put it, all the electrons get stuffed into the plate. then again, something like that.

Of course, soon guilt and conscience would have a discourse within me and evetually reach the conclusion that Nietzsche that bastard was right all along, but then i'd cry myself to sleep and tell myself (maybe lie) that everything is fine, i just have to work hard.

Aiyoh what am I talking about?
Nevermind, everyone has the right to rant.

Maths is so interesting. Really. not because we've had an equivalent of about 3 - 4 lessons in a month, but rather that Mdm with-the-slipper our math teacher is actually nice to chat to.

"Madam, are you Cantonese?"
- quote Me

"Which dialect group has the prettiest women huh?"
- quote the Mdm

" ... Cantonese lah!"
- quote Me

This i concluded after accutely observing that there are more female celebrities coming from Hong Kong rather than the province of 福建 (hokkiens, please step aside).

A poem for your pleasure, based on discussions made about no. 9 on the bus:

The mercy of killing is likely to fail
When scumbags like ******h still prevail


Move over, Frost.

Kutting Korners

'Tis absolutely amazing! AEM has never seemed more enjoyable than ever!

why?

Because Nai ma and I found a mentor! in our interest range! and a former acsian as well!
Could things get anymore perfect than this?
Anyway, as everyone is duly impressed by the colour test thingy, I decided to take it as well.

Cw took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Preoccupied with things of an intensely exciting n..." Click here to read the rest of the results.

Am I that terrible?

Today was superbly boring as usual, with the exception that my feet were falling off after standing there for like how long, and interestingly enough people were rather encouraging about my bugle debut, with certain individuals going so far as to hum it. Thank you very much!

In the end, i think i'll just chair it. or maybe skip the whole thing altogether. i'm too young to die feetless!

But art was funky, with everyone earnestly working on their sketchbooks without falling asleep.

"No movies for you!"
- quote the art teacher

Okay, well, not really. bluff one hor! don't listen!


Room for improvement? About 2 square metres

Salute!

To those who were practising for Founder's Day, you would know that i'm bugling. nooo! so i played along, literally, and got pinpointed by *some bigboobed teacher. male teacher*. blah. And sean and arjun got the giggling of their lives. It won't last forever you know!

This terrible bus driver! I was taking 166 to harbourfront and incidentally fell asleep. quickly as possible, i tried to press the button to get down, and just as i proceeded to the stairs, these:
a) superbly
b) bloody
c) damn
d) all of the above
retarded pieces of *middle kingdom* shitz came climbing up and, DESPITE my looking rather desperate to get off, followed up with a rather long conversation as they scaled the steps. bitch sacs.

Then the bloody bus driver came and started scolding me about being blur and not being aware of my stop arriving. Perhaps he had a long day at work or hadn't had real hot sex with a woman in a while, but the look of contempt he gave me... i swear i'm really gonna report this to SBS.


sewage quality service.

Interestingly Enough

A witty ditty for your pleasure.
"Many things i've done before, many things i've sought
Except for *someone's* underwear, that i have forgot"

So basically, doing crazy things lately has been my rage! yes! and many of these crazy things include food, and lotsa lotsa laughing, which is a superb anaesthetic!

- using packets of ketchup or chilli sauce and writing well wishes to whomsoever, whatsoever and disgruntled stall owners

- applying love bites to all manners of food (see Chinese Steamed Buns) to make lovely heart shaped hole

- discovering new methods of eating onion rings

















So there!