tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51730082011-04-21T13:54:04.453-07:00The Boblogthe same road that i'm on.dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comBlogger1541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1130117367182368212005-10-23T18:28:00.000-07:002005-10-23T18:29:27.186-07:00fly now!dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1129515470779005012005-10-16T19:16:00.000-07:002005-10-16T19:17:50.783-07:00sigh can i please turn back time? please?dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1129267751403871222005-10-13T22:18:00.000-07:002005-10-13T22:29:11.406-07:00and so ends this school life with a bang (literally, after i smashed the shower lock in the toilet). an extremely loud thank you and fuck you to the figures of authority who managed to make this such a wonderful day. never felt so fucking insulted in a long time. all i have to say is you ppl have fucking tarnished whatever raffles has done for me over six years.dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1129202837461823952005-10-13T04:26:00.000-07:002005-10-13T04:27:17.466-07:00who're the bloody pangseh kings now?dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1129094332694027372005-10-11T22:11:00.000-07:002005-10-11T22:18:52.700-07:00gprs blogging is cool shit. especially when you're in the library dwelling on the epitome of sianness. i'm not on a mission to save this. merely getting used to the wonders of gprs. meanwhile i shall just let this die in peace.dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1119977802413676342005-06-28T09:54:00.000-07:002005-06-28T09:56:42.413-07:00dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1119977637100298472005-06-28T09:52:00.000-07:002005-06-28T09:53:57.100-07:00posting pics are fundchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1108906729599664402005-02-20T05:33:00.000-08:002005-02-20T05:38:49.600-08:00holler, holler.throw me on the machine cos it ain't gonna stop.it'll hit you like a runaway trainand then grind you till you drop.hit you once, hit you twicehit you over and over againif yous guys are a sack of riceyou'll be reduced to barely one grain.dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1108899067531788292005-02-20T03:24:00.000-08:002005-02-20T03:31:07.533-08:00the umpteenth attempt to revive this dead depressing state of affairs, and i predict it'll be unsuccessful again.the 6 day a week regime is in full swing and it's tiring. but it's necessary. the monsters are still in development. but they'll be out soon.mondays have just been made worse by a biased piece of shit who teaches lit. i meant that to rhyme so HAHA. he's a pissoff.i don't really have dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1104499873675596622004-12-31T05:31:00.000-08:002004-12-31T05:31:13.676-08:00the team, well most of it dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1104499783115568402004-12-31T05:29:00.000-08:002004-12-31T05:29:43.116-08:00with derek my fav dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1104499668554208312004-12-31T05:27:00.000-08:002004-12-31T05:27:48.553-08:00goodstuffs on a boat headed to a mountain on an island in a lake in the middle of nowhere dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1104499446804593012004-12-31T05:24:00.000-08:002004-12-31T05:24:06.803-08:00ARFU U-19 2004, Kunming, China. with Joel and Sherman (captain) dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1104499102664593372004-12-31T05:04:00.000-08:002004-12-31T05:18:22.663-08:00it's taking quite a while to load blogger up the past few entries and i suspect it's my blog with its 1240981391724979083589 entries. if this thing still holds any meaning for me, i guess i'll have to change it soon. if not it's goodbye blog cos i don't feel like writing what i ate for lunch anymore. in the words of melvin.
and so, in less than 3 hours, 2004 ends. without trying to sound gay i dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1103823673370264772004-12-23T09:36:00.000-08:002004-12-23T09:41:13.370-08:00dead blog dead blog dead blog dead blog apologies to all who have been reading.
however, update on life would be simply kunming trip and phoreai party. yeah, not much else apart from those, besides hours in far east basement dota-ing. and hours on own computer playing fm.
the best rugby trip i've ever been on, salute the dudes. everyone made the shithole we were in just that bit better. matchesdchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1100457930670160602004-11-14T10:30:00.000-08:002004-11-14T10:45:30.670-08:00i realise this place has been dead for quite a while. blame my perennial impatience at waiting for pages to load. and since there have been quite a few posts since i started this thing, it's getting way longer to load. probably have to get a new blog soon. suggestions for blog addy are very welcome.
anyway the past few days have been quite good. haven't had the chance to thank everyone for all dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1099064692325116802004-10-29T08:40:00.000-07:002004-10-29T08:44:52.326-07:00the shit has got to stop some time. FUCKING ENOUGH of what shit people think about us. i don't give a fuck. do you think i care if you say i think i damn bloody cool? fuck no. YOU are the fucked up ones, and therefore, piss off, because we are still gonna act the same damn way, talk the same way, and do everything the fucking same way. i'm sure people bitching about us will make us change our dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1097768114882785062004-10-14T08:29:00.000-07:002004-10-14T08:35:14.883-07:00booyahkashaah. ladies and gentlemen take a bow cause promos are over. 'tis time to celebrate. and celebrate even more.
dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1097592142910862052004-10-12T07:34:00.000-07:002004-10-12T07:42:22.910-07:00just occurred to me that some people actually end promos today. bloody medfaks. never mind. the sense of impending joy will have more time to escalate within me. such that when i finish. TWO DAYS LATER I MIGHT ADD. when i finish. i will scream and jump down a floor from the hall onto the netball court, thus killing myself. actually no.
WHEN PROMOS END I WILL TURN THIS PLACE INTO A MADHOUSE WITHdchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1097426735388344362004-10-10T10:33:00.000-07:002004-10-10T09:45:35.386-07:00booya examples of how screwed i am for tmr's lit paper.
1. i am still up.
2. melvin tiong, who has no paper tomorrow, has gone to bed approximately one hour ago, and will probably have gone two hours earlier than yours truly, who has a paper, at 8am tomorrow.
3. freekin shit. MY LIT PAPER IS TODAY!
momma said she'd shave my hair off with a lawnmower cos it's starting to look like overgrown dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1097234939897090922004-10-08T04:16:00.000-07:002004-10-08T04:28:59.896-07:00hooray maths strangled me to death yet again. starting with this i have had the worst day for a long time. after the paper i was discussing with firas and huimin how many damn questions i didn't do and then this buggerfuck came damn close behind and said damn pompously, "WAAAAAH. MY FIRST A IN JC." really helped my mood. he can consider himself lucky i didn't turn round and punch him in the nose dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1097148352430741112004-10-07T04:20:00.000-07:002004-10-07T04:25:52.430-07:00if Maths was a person, i'd wring him up and punch him so many times that Messrs Mike (fictional), Tan (fictional) and Samy (fictional) would escape from his body so much so that his face would scream AH even before i punched him. if you don't get it then fek. not the point. i've all but given up for tomorrow's stonefest. and i'm pissed off my download is running at a measly 6kb/s compared to the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1097041979578297122004-10-05T22:31:00.000-07:002004-10-05T22:52:59.576-07:00i've all but given up on econs, that's another F in the bag making it a total of 2. leaving me with no room to manouevre with the other 2. therefore i MUST pass lit and history or stay in rj until 2006. wtffff. i don't like this added pressure one bit.
i did what i always do immediately after coming down from the exam hall. STAYING THE FUCCH AWAY FROM EVERYONE coz their l33t answers will just dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1096811335955621102004-10-03T06:48:00.000-07:002004-10-03T06:48:55.956-07:00HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS ROXORS dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1096811120564264982004-10-03T06:45:00.000-07:002004-10-03T06:45:20.566-07:00from left: yours truly, paul, burnt satay, joel, zhicong. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1096470446526430982004-09-29T07:46:00.000-07:002004-09-29T08:07:26.526-07:00coolio shit bit torrent macdonalds studying makes life go round so does soccer in uniform with pants rolled up shirt tucked out sleeves rolled out looking just like a fisherman. why because i am home burial soccer with people eager for tuition is good stuff WHERE ARE THE JERSEYS i am only earning normal profits while globalising the hot peace. unnecessary stress is not the name of the game cos i dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1096386349079932452004-09-28T08:45:00.000-07:002004-09-28T08:45:49.080-07:00matrix brendan and ghost in back dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1096386084327284442004-09-28T08:41:00.000-07:002004-09-28T08:41:24.326-07:00HAHA dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1096040215382676072004-09-24T07:38:00.000-07:002004-09-24T08:36:55.383-07:00studying has killed any inspiration or whatnot to update this shit. huh i am still studying but then i am blogging now. this teh weird phenomenon to which i have to say, RAR.
phoreailings are teh good shiet. soccar, study, shit. i mean talk shit. welcome relief from a lot of other real shit (studying not included). anyway over dinner we formulated plans for geoffrey's future Cabinet. yes, that dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1094996719949822892004-09-12T06:38:00.000-07:002004-09-12T06:46:59.696-07:00today i got owned by my 10-year-old sister. we were in HMV browsing around after lunch, when i stumbled upon the Darkness Falls VCD. recalling an incident when she was spooked by the trailer, i went up behind her and gestured to it, whispering in a low creepy voice. "steph. daaarkness falls." and pointed at the scary face on the cover. expecting her to reel away in fright, all i got was a -___- dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1094918056725576732004-09-11T08:35:00.000-07:002004-09-11T09:00:41.656-07:00calling all coaches/teachers-in-charge/captains of team sports!! unhappy with your team morale? walk into a training session and see everyone brawling going RAR punching teh feckin daylights out of one another? walk into the gym and see people sandwiching their thumbs on the leg press and going AAAAAH, and back-flipping while doing dumbbell bench presses? more importantly, interested in lifting dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1094745275465326352004-09-09T08:30:00.000-07:002004-09-09T08:56:55.270-07:00pssst. guess what. i'm studying. NO SHIT. yea no shit. BULLSHIT. it aint bullshit. YEA FUCK DAT. ahh go fuck yourself. REQUEST TO SHUT UP. retort. COUNTER-RETORT. cheebye. NINABEI. ORDER TO SHUT THE FUCK UP. suggestion that you create a vacuum. WORDS OF PRAISE FOR FISH FOOD. the fuck.
going a bit cranky due to high amount of studying done. if it continues, i will become even more cranky and dragdchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1094306688531458042004-09-04T06:49:00.000-07:002004-09-04T07:04:48.530-07:00i guess some things do change. though you might not really expect them to. i guess it's time to crawl out of my little fantasy world and cross over, back to the one i've always knew. that of anger and violence. because frankly that fantasy world is no more. it is gone. it's probably somewhere in balikpapan. and since i never do live in reality, the other option becomes the only option.
but dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1094220481916091062004-09-03T06:37:00.000-07:002004-09-03T07:08:01.916-07:00can't really bring myself to study now.. ended up thinking of something junren posted on his old blog. the old fiery angsty blog which was the cause for appreciation and bane. in his final post. thought about it. and found it particularly inspiring. it shall be posted next year when there are more important times, provided this blog stays healthy. anyways.
"NOW this is the Law of the Jungle—as dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1094176458781818562004-09-02T18:49:00.000-07:002004-09-02T18:54:18.780-07:00bad day yesterday churned out an inability to complete long overdue assignments, to study for econs test and one of the more important decisions of my life. so yes. i'm sitting here in the library without anything done. last day of school doesn't seem so joyful anymore.
anyways since i didn't study for the test i decided there was no point going for it so yes i'm a bad boy. decided i would i dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1093960526964581402004-08-31T06:25:00.000-07:002004-08-31T06:55:26.963-07:00i think teacher's day has become quite ironic. of course the teachers get a break but i'm quite sure all of us look forward to it cos we get a break too. not that i'm complaining of course..
skipped gay aces for a macs breakfast which i have not had for a long time. trooped back to school to grab our bags, skipped the class party and headed back to ri to rendezvous with the rest of the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1093103636313949112004-08-21T08:40:00.000-07:002004-08-21T08:53:56.313-07:00finished up my pc and typing the damn pw minutes. all i can do well in pw is being a scribe. talk about effective.
mrs perry's class on friday was eventful to say the least. while dwelling on the issue of the punishment of eppie in silas marner, she suddenly launched into a tirade on punishment, and more specifically, caning, in singapore. having never experienced anything close to gp issues dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1092835352669883072004-08-18T06:20:00.000-07:002004-08-18T06:22:32.670-07:00Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1092488630862595662004-08-14T05:55:00.000-07:002004-08-14T06:03:50.863-07:00lost the title our seniors solely won for last year. brought crashing back down to earth. will we react to the setback, or will we continue our complacency and internal conflict and experience the same sense of loss we have had for 4 years? maybe this choice isn't even in our hands after all.
coach told us to take a chill pill and that this wasn't important. can't take away the pain of losing. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1091589551809187712004-08-03T20:15:00.000-07:002004-08-03T20:19:11.810-07:00decided i couldn't take lit lect so i am here. now. in the library. gp. essay. fuch.
gp is a piece of shit. science & religion is an even bigger piece of shit. i find myself frighteningly short of examples to supplement my views. not that my views are even logical. this is shit. HAHA. shit. gp essay is a piece of shit. the best thing? this shit is counted in promos.
dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1091364989373496922004-08-01T05:45:00.000-07:002004-08-01T05:56:29.373-07:00now that i've realised, i experienced my very first NRC win yesterday. winning by a penalty and a conversion doesnt seem like much, and in fact isn't much, but as the age-old cliche goes, a win's a win. after all, we were saying that on the twenty sixth of may.
i guess it's bad when you keep yourself in solitude and think of negative stuff, but maybe, it's better than having fun, not having a dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1091081466572434502004-07-28T23:09:00.000-07:002004-07-28T23:11:06.573-07:00i have been diligently researching with babelfish and this is what my trusty translator churned out.
Piglet's blood tear saves the history the file In 19th century the leaf, England has obtained the Malaya peninsula sovereignty. In peninsula rich resources, needs the massive labor forces to develop. But, who is willing to appear and disappear the forest to the wild animal which, the malaria dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1091080214882889212004-07-28T22:34:00.000-07:002004-07-28T22:50:14.883-07:00yours truly is currently in a com lab doing some pwnage research for chinese. yes fuckin CHINESE. so obviously i am blogging since the kunning rj com technicians disabled installing of msn and visiting of game sites and whathaveyou. and i am sian. my topic is fuckin interesting. researching on the history of coolies in malaysia. good shit.
keith lim is beside me blogging too.
im freakin gay.
dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1090506051095449612004-07-22T07:14:00.000-07:002004-07-22T07:20:51.096-07:00why the hell am i doing all this. all the previous posts don't mean jackshit. why do i go for training when i'm a fuckin sick shit. and jeopardise my u19 chances. what the hell is it all for.
for what. oh ya, the fucking police cup. i'm pissing people off, my studies are dying, and i'm rendering friendships some brutal form of hypothetical chloroform just for that selfish pursuit. it doesn't dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1090419304890552492004-07-21T07:09:00.000-07:002004-07-21T07:15:04.890-07:00one sick shit. and it just has to happen during this period, with club season getting under way and competition for selection for u19 just getting more fierce with each training, let alone trial match against monsters from uk.
this is SHIT.
dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1090248341492567462004-07-19T07:35:00.000-07:002004-07-19T07:45:41.493-07:00blog looks like shit, posts have been about spur-of-the-moment shit which i frankly couldn't give a damn about right now. it'll pass soon.
lost to bucks over the weekend with wanderers, thanks to some shoddy refereeing. and then it was only by 2 points. next come scc, who beat the same bucks team 38-0 a couple of weeks back. figure it out.
pandian is baying for my blood. my int'l history dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1089813340435411552004-07-14T06:36:00.000-07:002004-07-14T06:55:40.436-07:00some day i hope all the devotion will pay off. an extra large dosage of the game i love most. will continue indefinitely. my current academic level ensures i will soon have the privilege of 3 years of rjc life. obviously the activities aren't helping. but there's always a plan. fit in here, fit in there. i'll get some studying done. in due time.
but all this is for a reason. for next year. for dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1089128939389149352004-07-06T08:28:00.000-07:002004-07-06T08:48:59.390-07:00predicted grade for common test is DDFF. sucks aint it.
mother big blister with huge blood clot underneath and starts from in between my toes. i am in agony. i don't know what's keeping me from bursting it and draining the blood so i can experience comfort for the first time in a few days. trivial matter.
fuch you rjc assholes, fuch you ri sec 3s, fuch you blister. i hope marcus lets us play dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-108852791472407672004-06-29T09:32:00.000-07:002004-06-29T09:51:54.723-07:00midlife crisis. but no, life ends when you're 18. i am serious. that's my opinion. so i am probably going through end-of-life crisis. whoa now that's a thought don't you think. therefore midlife crisis would occur in primary 3. now WHOA. THAT's a thought. just think of the possibilities. "mummy, i got midlife crisis. teacher scold."
i swear tonight was the closest we've got to the vision of dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1088272617777267342004-06-26T10:41:00.000-07:002004-06-26T10:56:57.776-07:00enough is bloody enough.
there is this mother huge problem about rjc. the only thing which detaches me from the thought that i should have a) retained in ri, b) got the hell out of the country, is our victory. i swear i've never played in a better team. but after the euphoria is done and dusted, the little things just start coming at you.
certain rjc fuckheads: "ehh walao you know wad anot i dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1088162884789345782004-06-25T04:19:00.000-07:002004-06-25T04:28:04.790-07:00new skin = new blog = same add.
won't be keeping links. template doesn't provide for it and i don't feel like it anymore anyway.
scraping through last minute work for cts the past few days. you know what. i'm confident of not getting 4 Fs. i really am. i've just cut it down to 3 Fs.
tried to alter my body clock yesterday with some degree of success. upside, i managed to catch portugal and dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1087359865196887752004-06-15T21:18:00.000-07:002004-06-15T21:24:25.196-07:00eh what the fuck. i can't go to my own blog. lol. i think i'll create a new one. if i have the time.
i realise i haven't posted before the final. well everyone knows what happened so i shant elaborate. suffice to say it's been a great journey. i'll well and truly miss the seniors when they finally go. people like sherman and junren my fellow frontrowers, tziyang and justin for being the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-108735942990009482004-06-15T21:16:00.000-07:002004-06-15T21:17:09.900-07:00I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1084627836024390912004-05-15T06:13:00.000-07:002004-05-15T06:30:36.023-07:00the fire burns deep.
flashback to 27 hours ago. the torture, it seemed, would never end. the j1s were just entering hell for the first time. and the j2s were re-entering. the pain of it all. fatigue and numbness overcame human senses, even as justin screamed and shouted the next number of up-downs we would do. as we got back from each set, as we lay, we saw the pain, the helplessness in each dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1084185886144776882004-05-10T03:35:00.000-07:002004-05-10T03:44:46.143-07:00let your waves crash down on me and take me away, yea.
an interesting and relieving past week to say the least. victory over saints on their home ground was sweet, and coupled with the tj trashing i have reason to be pleased. but that's not going to take our minds off the ultimate goal, that's for sure. glad to have played in both. it's cj this week and we sure as hell are not gonna take our dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1082985677157078162004-04-26T06:21:00.000-07:002004-04-26T06:25:23.356-07:00seriously, to the dumb cock(s) on jr's tagboard, i bet you're just some loser dick(s) who isn't even gonna play anyway. if you're good, you're good, and you'll show it on the field instead of using the anonymity of the freakin net.
let it show on the field, like we are gonna do. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1082882446331285512004-04-25T01:40:00.000-07:002004-04-25T01:44:50.856-07:00would some kind soul inform me on how to enlarge blog font. it's way too small.
wet slippery training yesterday, which resulted in many a dropped ball. not to worry, it'll pass. have been continuously thinking of the season. and i have to say, it's damn motivating and inspiring to see the rest, especially the j2s all pumped and fired up. the passion has been ignited fully, and it is now our dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1082221973857600882004-04-17T10:12:00.000-07:002004-04-17T10:16:48.483-07:00woke up, did nothing. went back to sleep. read papers. did nothing. ate lunch, and went to training.
so-so. fucked up throws at first. i can't help feeling demoralised, even if it's just a little. i hope things start to look up for the better. i hope. started to get better after awhile, perhaps fuelled by the shouts of yeow kuan on the sideline and the constant encouragement of the team. soccer dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1082036699679487432004-04-15T06:44:00.000-07:002004-04-15T06:48:51.030-07:00training today not too bad. actually felt psyched during the team runs which is just unlike me to say the least. whatever, i'm happy for the team. happy that tziyang and justin are back for the best. and that our motivation is back. which will carry us through. happy that things are starting to look up, despite the screw-ups. and damn. does ian make some inspirational teamtalks or what.
i hate dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1081695160857305772004-04-11T07:52:00.000-07:002004-04-11T07:56:26.873-07:00arrived back from camp yesterday. was good. but for me, not on the training side i guess.
what the hell, if i ever have to sleep in a tent again i think i'll just burn to death. i'd thought nighttime would be cooler and airier but the freakin thing was an oven. coupled with a huge mat family outside blasting hiphop till duno when, i didn't manage to sleep till 3. and we had killer training the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1080827217947044892004-04-01T05:46:00.000-08:002004-04-01T05:50:30.890-08:00can the shit not stop right there? i used to think whatever shit i got, it would all go away when i was on the field. and training would take every single thing away. i was wrong.
i did everything wrong. i passed to the ground. i made myself look like a fucking clown trying to catch the ball. i couldn't even lay hands on it. i got the ball ripped from me FUCKING TWICE during contact. what the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1080734362490757262004-03-31T03:59:00.000-08:002004-03-31T04:02:54.483-08:00from now on my blog will be downgraded. i'll only update it when i feel strong surges of emotion and feel the need to let it all out in a way, such as now.
if you want to fucking kick me out, just tell me. instead of being bastards, leaving me out of stuff and shit. just fucking tell me that'll save you more trouble won't it. fed up with all your fucking crap. ah, i know why. i remember the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1079539003923831832004-03-17T07:56:00.000-08:002004-03-17T07:59:56.903-08:00i'm back. 3 months have passed. i'm finally returning home.
and i'm plunged straight into the midst of a raging war. a war we may or may not win. i'm not fucking prepared. not now. but i'm gonna do my best to be come sajc. sorry, but you people piss me off too many damn times. it's time to let it show. i missed out on a hell of a lot. fucking hard to get it back. gaaaaah. i'm sick and tired of dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1074607656198482602004-01-20T06:07:00.000-08:002004-01-20T06:09:34.326-08:00while all the other good little boys and girls have been learning their physics, econs, history, gp, whatever diligently, i have been spewing shit. and absorbing shit. instead of learning things like opportunity cost and scarcity, here is a list of words which i have been more associated with.
Mafia
Mobsters
Free Gifts
Scratch Scratch
if they don't make sense to you, you're right on track. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1073484844294526412004-01-07T06:14:00.000-08:002004-01-07T06:15:45.233-08:00someone get me the fuck out of this hellhole cos i can't stand it anymore. I WANT OUT.
yes i haven't blogged since Christmas cos shit was piling up and now i'm bogged down with shit in a freakin' hellhole. my og members are great but that's just about it, plus we're split AGAIN now we're in classes. i am so damn frustrated and pissed off, i don't want to talk about anything.
so blog ends here dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1072357646742774212003-12-25T05:07:00.000-08:002003-12-25T05:08:50.560-08:00Merry Christmas to all again. i forgot to post the quote, or rather the quotes, of the day, or rather the past week. yes it's all mumbo jumbo.
okay first one is when we were playing soccer in school.
Ru-Ik: Ehhhhhhhh. Don't slack lahhhh..
either Barney or Melvin, can't rmb: shut up lah malaysian.
Bukit Timah Plaza Mambo Billiards manager in response to me, paul and glen nutting around the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1072346435943371392003-12-25T02:00:00.000-08:002003-12-25T02:01:59.700-08:00okay i haven't blogged for damn long so here is a blog. la la la la la.
holiday was okay, except some seedy parisian prick stole my camera and sunglasses. like if he'd stole money i'd seriously be way happier. 210 (read: TWO HUNDRED AND TEN) fuckin photos gone. GONE. that stupid dick however, unfortunately for him and fortunately for me, took my cheap 20 swiss franc sunglasses, so please Mr Sun,dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1070886925996127182003-12-08T04:35:00.000-08:002003-12-08T04:36:27.013-08:00will be leaving for zurich in a few hours but due to some craziness of people at home i am now heading to the airport in a matter of minutes.
hope it will be fun.
i shall miss playing pool. a lot.
see everyone in 2 weeks.dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1070548666843687342003-12-04T06:37:00.000-08:002003-12-04T06:38:42.700-08:00i am presently wasting my life away while everyone is having very very much fun.
today me, mark, barney and glen played pool for 4 hours at glen's place. i forgot geoffrey lee, but never mind, he doesn't really matter. i am officially a pool nut. though i continue to suck at it. glen's place is.. just out of this world. think a condominium, complete with billiard room, exercise centre, cafeteriadchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1070351571194759552003-12-01T23:52:00.000-08:002003-12-01T23:53:44.653-08:00now, we shall get on to the bad news. the farce, the fuckin shit they call a GRAD NIGHT.
met up with the rezt of the paperbags (yes, that is our band's name) early, in the hope of rehearsing a bit there. found out: previously the hotel said they had amps, and we come and find out that there aren't any in sight. good old marriott.
anyone who has photos please send me. i fuckin forgot to bring dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1070349690753914922003-12-01T23:21:00.000-08:002003-12-01T23:22:23.920-08:00have not blogged for a damn long time so i shall leave the farce of a grad night till the next post.
bintan was damn cool. may i start off with the fact that joel has a damn bloooooooooody cool family. everyone, save his mum, swigs good ol' beer. now, that is something. that is well and truly something.
had a lot of fun. of course there was pool. and swimming pool. and the place is superhuman dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1069952806821056082003-11-27T09:06:00.000-08:002003-11-27T09:07:34.076-08:00the irony of it all. yours truly, who despises punk rock, suddenly finds himself singing for a band on grad night, not having known 2 out of 4 of the songs before his one and only rehearsal today, and those 2 being punk rock songs. i still cannot get over it. i guess justin and joel and co were getting desperate.
am going off to bintan tomorrow. with joel's family. i hope i will have a good dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1069858896098644922003-11-26T07:01:00.000-08:002003-11-26T07:02:21.950-08:00played pool for the 6th consecutive day today. there's a fine line between enjoyment and addiction. i'm currently toeing it.
i don't have a fucking school. i don't have a fucking life.dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1069588089769503062003-11-23T03:48:00.000-08:002003-11-23T03:48:49.826-08:00sadly ladies and gentlemen, england are the worthy winners of RWC 2003. sigh.
watched at firas' place with joel, looneh, pravin, yeemeng and keith. dumpass keith was asking for trouble: the lone english supporter. anyway they won so i have nothing to say. anyway it was a great match. with a lot of funny moments, mainly due to the rain. ben kay. HAHAHA. knocked on right in front of the try line. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1069422721032213212003-11-21T05:52:00.000-08:002003-11-21T05:52:39.280-08:00the sheer bliss of the end.
i got drunk at kitson's party the other day. i hope i don't become an alcoholic. and dumbass singapore rules just don't apply to phoreai. HAHA. man, if you're 16, you can do just about anything. to hell with 18.
had class chalet yesterday till today at costa sands. man it was good. and again i infested myself with alcohol. vodka is good stuff. clarence is damn farneydchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1069159507089656322003-11-18T04:45:00.000-08:002003-11-18T04:45:40.840-08:00is anyone willing to host me for the final? i've had a change of heart.
i had so many things to blog just now and now i've forgotten.
i'm quite disillusioned with the french. they've just made 13 changes to their lineup ahead of the allblacks game. quite a farce. i was looking forward to the clash. but now. zz. i'm still gonna watch it though. at least the blacks are sportsmanlike. go black. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1068958628044498172003-11-15T20:57:00.000-08:002003-11-15T20:57:38.403-08:00gawd damn how i hate the wallabies. the irony. been following the tournament like glue and most likely now will not watch the final.dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1068906888035206322003-11-15T06:34:00.000-08:002003-11-15T06:35:17.950-08:00throughout the next few days, DON'T fucking anyone mention anything about the aussies or i swear i'll explode.
at least, i'm not someone who praises the winning team and criticises the losing team like hell, no matter who they are, and no matter if they'd been supporting the losing team throughout the whole fuckin tournament. and at least, i'm not a fella who doesn't know anything about the gamedchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1068699245703068292003-11-12T20:54:00.000-08:002003-11-12T20:54:32.216-08:00breathing a sigh of relief. just finished studying china, which means i'm in good time for the so-near-yet-so-far history paper next wednesday. the other guys took bio today. meanwhile, i'm enjoying the bliss of me never touching another science again in my life. i'm freeeeeeee.
i've got nothing else better to do right now. tagboards, beware.
i can't wait for the weekend. RWC semi-finals are dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1068225923050803222003-11-07T09:25:00.000-08:002003-11-07T09:25:42.920-08:00damn computer hanged that day while i was blogging. couldn't be bothered to continue. especially with a damn chinese exam due to start about 8 hours later.
anyway, chinese was not bad, and would have been damn bloody good if i'd actually studied for it. nevermind. i hope i can push it up a grade. paper 2 rocked, while paper 1 absolutely licked donkey ass. i didn't study ANY hanzi at all, and i dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1067946636143642462003-11-04T03:50:00.000-08:002003-11-04T03:50:51.356-08:00all the sec 4s blogging nowadays, please stand up, please stand up. i can see there aren't many. oh well.
so far i've gone through 4 papers and only 1 full subject finished. damn. a hell of a long way to go. today was english and ss, not too bad. in fact i thought it was quite good until joel told me about the damn last source-based question. how the hell were we supposed to know?? well those indchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1067177237524616992003-10-26T06:07:00.000-08:002003-10-26T06:07:21.653-08:00i watched samoa vs england just now. terrific match, sadly won by england. damn. poor samoa. they played so bloody well. everyone who knows what i'm talking about, and didn't watch it, please go check out the weekly highlights on channel 5. i think it's on saturday. it'll be worth the wait. the try was fantastic. especially the build-up. coupled with the tremendous kicking of earl va'a. i have dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1067103882333618112003-10-25T10:44:00.000-07:002003-10-25T10:44:44.966-07:00everyone PLEASE go check out Brendan's story on his blog. it well and truly rocks. my guts were just killing me with laughter.
i went to saints open house today. didn't impress me very much. i suppose i won't try to go there. which leaves rj and ac, the latter being the most likely possibility now. my dad just told me that the ac coach is interested in helping me get in. no what the fuck i'm notdchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1066998533910301252003-10-24T05:28:00.000-07:002003-10-24T05:28:55.000-07:00ahh fucking hell i knew i shouldn't have fucking gone to fucking open house. but what the hell me and my dumb fucking self decided to go. and i sure as hell regret it. not cuz the school sucks i just felt damn fucking shitty. looking at the list. I'M NOT ON THE FUCKING CHEEBYE LIST ANYMORE. aaaaaaah fuck this. everyone's fucking going. i hate this fucking elitist society. i know its my own dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1066571603307286262003-10-19T06:53:00.000-07:002003-10-19T06:53:22.770-07:00editing my blog interface i realised i missed out the most important thing that should have been said yesterday. THE GUYS. i apologise profusely. i duno wtf i talkin about yestadah. anyhow. here goes.
okay what can i say. yes yes. 3i 2002. 4i 2003. the best there is, the best there was, the best there ever will be. the criteria for class quote (which had to be peaceful, cheerful, gay etc etc) dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1066493633535672232003-10-18T09:13:00.000-07:002003-10-18T09:13:53.553-07:00grad day today. one of the best and worst moments of my life. combined into one sloshy mushy lashy hell of a day. sorry i duno wtf i talking about now i'm damn blur. i'm gonna doze off any moment. but i just have to rant about some things.
ceremony was very nice. moving. touching. whatever mush you might wanna throw in. only thing i don't understand was johari's proclamation yesterday that we dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1066308836666445362003-10-16T05:53:00.000-07:002003-10-16T05:53:56.110-07:00it's the last day of school tomorrow. i'm sad. sob.
everything conked out on me today. phone, discman, camera. batteries all exhausted. so i'm charging all 3 at once now. i shouldn't have come for lessons today. just come for physics remedial and a math practice paper. 2 FUCKIN HOURS of chinese. well, actually it was supposed to be. turned out to be 1 hour 10 minutes. cuz after the normal dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1066055313427630282003-10-13T07:28:00.000-07:002003-10-13T07:28:33.223-07:00i played pool today. yes. and i was supposed to be studying. i just felt so fucking stressed after consecutive math and physics periods, i decided to go. i'm yet to find out whether it helped me. anyway i was totally off. i slept at 2 last nite. so i could only make the easy shots. the rest, whenever i lowered my head to take aim i was dozing off already.
i've just finished tuition. i'm tired. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1065879524903240962003-10-11T06:38:00.000-07:002003-10-11T06:38:44.536-07:00today i watched 2 matches. out of the 4 that were shown. All Blacks vs Italy and France vs Fiji. i think i chose the matches to watch well. lol. actually not really. seeing as Romania and Uruguay were involved in the other two. the choices were quite obvious.
allblacks. what can i say man. the only regret (and a very big one) was that i took my nap a little too far. so i woke up at 1240. and i dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1065798065705108542003-10-10T08:01:00.000-07:002003-10-10T08:01:05.870-07:00ok first up. start of rugby world cup. oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
joel, jeffrey and paul came over just now. i think they studied. lol. i was having tuition. then we watched the opening match.. Australia vs Argentina. not bad. but a bit too technical for my liking. they're almost as bad as the English bastards. anyway the wallabies won 24-8. complemented with some dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1065543253083568042003-10-07T09:14:00.000-07:002003-10-07T09:14:13.080-07:00moderation sucked. i'm still not going to jc.
what the fuck man.. i don't have to rant about it cuz i already did. but it's fucking sickening when everyone around me goes "HOW MANY POINTS YOU GOT??" and the reply comes "AH.. 8 POINTS.. SHIT I DON'T THINK I CAN GO RJ LEH". like WTF. have some sensitivity bastards. i can't stand it. i mean like there's still the fucking o's right. yes what irony, dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1065284734153616052003-10-04T09:25:00.000-07:002003-10-04T09:25:34.000-07:00i've had a tiring day. went to barker to get the zone colours shat in the morning. hell their school is a fucking condominium estate. canteen's a food court. there's a Popular in the canteen. enough said. we only were at the canteen and the hall but believe me the impression stuck.
ceremony was quite okay. loadsa bigwigs. lol and people like us who were getting their first award.. zz eat your dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1065107944442430592003-10-02T08:19:00.000-07:002003-10-02T08:19:04.426-07:00not going to jc. even with a hell of a moderation.
to sum up how i feel: like shit. i know there's still the o's. yes i know everything else. yes i know it's "only" the first three months. but i still feel like shit. i've got over it a bit so i've got not much else to say. no reasons for. nothing. i just feel like shit. i can't explain it.
anyway everyone else did okay. i guess i'm the only onedchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1064933847725595102003-09-30T07:57:00.000-07:002003-09-30T08:15:19.680-07:00screwed up. i've got 18 points for 4 subs. i need 2 a1s tmr to make it. yeah go ahead, tell me that i can do it and stuff. trouble is i can't. i know when i can't. make that my FIRST two a1s. i duno what screwed up history and ss so bad. but it's gonna cost me. cost me bad.
i needed to get 43/50 today for history to get a1. i didn't. needed to get a 22-21 source-based-structured or vice versa. dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1064850432372562412003-09-29T08:47:00.000-07:002003-09-29T08:47:12.110-07:00screwed up fucking prelims. my two strongest subjects.. english and ss/hist were FUCKED UP. haven't got back history but WHO FUCKIN CARES i need a FUCKING 43/50 to get a1 overall. fuck. oh yea and the other subjects are yet to come. literature 3 FUCKIN DISTINCTIONS. T-H-R-E-E. screwed. i'm sure as hell not going to any jc. where the fuck am i gonna go. staying at home and training on my own dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1064682872272086242003-09-27T10:14:00.000-07:002003-09-27T10:14:32.220-07:00any REALLY good-looking guy out there, who's a skinny fuck while he's at it and tries to fuck around, who actually really is a fag, who thinks he's bloody good, may or may not be in track, please come find me. it's urgent.
no i'm not gay. even if i was gay i'd spit on your cumbersome fuckass. naw. i just wanna pick you up, drive you into the ground, punch your face till you don't know who the dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1064588383577134282003-09-26T07:59:00.000-07:002003-09-26T07:59:42.950-07:00just thought i'd have a little rant, cuz i'm feeling very strongly about it now.
motivation. what gives. there are so many types of motivation. most, if not all, will get you pumped in no time. i'm talking motivation in the sports context here. for the vulgar ones, like me, the words "pumped up" equal to "fuck this shit. fuck him. fuck her. fuck this whole damn thing, i'm gonna fucking kill it" dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1064555607368618392003-09-25T22:53:00.000-07:002003-09-25T22:53:26.823-07:00got Limp's new album yesterday. it kicks ass all the way till track number 5, which is where i stopped listening. i'm pretty sure the rest of the tracks bash donkey ass too.
i played pool for the 3rd time in 3 days yesterday. yes i know. i'm freakin nuts. but who cares. i sure don't. anyway the invasion of the barker boys just came when we were there. damn.. i was given a stark reminder of how dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1064425696048549462003-09-24T10:48:00.000-07:002003-09-24T10:48:15.766-07:00okay today. had RJC talk in the morning. i think it was great. the school i mean. but whether i can make it there, is another issue altogether. i really don't know. it sounds daunting to me. plus i think i've turned gay. yes gay. spelt with a G-H-E-Y. i can't bear to leave the school. or am i just afraid of the opposite sex? i don't know. i just think i'm gay. bottom line. no i'm not. i ain't. nodchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5173008.post-1064424920512465922003-09-24T10:35:00.000-07:002003-09-24T10:35:23.966-07:00Limp's new album is gonna be out. or is it out already. anyways i can't wait to get my paws on it.
the prelims are finally over. oh yes yes. how many times have we heard that today boys and girls. but clichéd as it might be, it is DAMN true. AAAAAAAAND do we give a fuck about the results, at least for now??? it's play, play and more play. okay anyways myself, mark and geoffrey got SCREWED dchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06757617211630622667noreply@blogger.com