First off:
"http://alithien.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_alithien_archive.html tim, this link holds june 03 entries, substitute 06 with relevant mths and you get your archives :) "

Many thanks must be given (no No NO!!!!!) to Clara Woon for imparting this information to me in a blinding revelatory experience, in which she appeared to me as........................... a short chinese girl with black hair.

:)


so yeah, check out last year's stuff if you want. I think disclaimers are unnecessary.




*hmmmm single-mindedness. good good.... just that it sounds kinda pig-headed doncha think? =)



i spose results must be mentioned...... several congratulations are in order (NO NONE OF THEM ARE FOR MYSELF). but first: GP essay: 40. sounds good? well here's the first congrats: TO VICTOR, WHO SOMEHOW GOT 41. thank god there's still the compre, or the unthinkable would finally have ocurred. :) but hey look at it this way: honestly, did either of us EVER think we'd get FORTY?!

(no, we didnt. therefore FORTY ONE IS ALL THE MORE TAICO. heh)

secondly, History Paper 1: B B C Ao. yeah.......... 'nuff said. ASIDE FROM FUCK QUESTION EIGHT AND VARIOUS (possible) HIDDEN AGENDAS!!!!!But congrats in a major way to Timotheus Koh for getting A A and A. WTF?!!! but yeah congrats :)

(the post's disappeared - no archives then!!! - but i believe it went something like this that time, and now its my turn =) )

and You :)

i'm very proud of you. feel free to boast all you like :)

i mean seriously, its fantastic. here's to hoping for paper 2!!! =)

The end of the world has been rescheduled... We apologise for the delay, and deeply regret any inconvenience caused

Disclaimer: Today's post will be long, disjointed, messy, and far from cohesive.

but then you've been reading up til this point anyway, havent you?

***

i recently realised that some enlightened ppl in my class have arrived at the beautiful, utterly perfect solution for religious antagonism. If you find you can't get along with the beliefs of the religions around you, why then there's nothing for it. you simply have to make up your own, and convert the willing and the feeble-minded.

ohmmmmmmmmmm.

***


no mention at all. not even one, or even a hidden one. i probably shouldn't even be looking for it, but yeah whatever. i was. so what does THAT mean, then? If you have even the slightest clue what i'm talking about, then i think you're fit to psychoanalyse me. otherwise, in the nicest possible sense.......... yeah. :)


***

twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what you are
floating there so near my bed
damn the weed's gone to my head.
twinkle twinkle little star
my imagination's gone too far.

***

today was about the worst exam so far outta all the prelim exams. and no, i'm not talking abt the NE exam (WHY THE FUCK IS IT A NATIONAL EDUCATION EXAM IN THE FUCKING FIRST PLACE? only the FIRST FIFTEEN QUESTIONS have ANYTHING the fuck to do with Singapore. altho i guess "Three-Eighths-National Education Exam" is a slightly cumbersome title).

in other ways, though, it wasn't that bad. felt like a pretty damn good day :) the disappearing act was a little unnerving, for a second or two. hope that picture went thru. i actually think its a pretty incredibly artistic one.

***

cucumber cucumber so cumbersome
the sight makes me feel ever so slumbersome
and yeah yeah i know
there's no such word. So?
my God you people are troublesome.



(hahahahahahahha i almost didnt know how i was gonna get outta that one. how many fucking words are there to rhyme with "cumbersome" anyway?!)

***

when love and hate collide
and humans are the casualties
when illusion conquers all
and covers all realities
when right and wrong collude
and the world is full of death
when air becomes like stone
and you draw your final breath,
there i'll be, laughing.

***

I was wondering if one day all of us will look back and despise ourselves as we are now. its hard to imagine, but i'm sure there'll be ones amongst our number who will. i know i've felt intense moments of self-loathing - hard as it may be for many of you to believe, what with my eternally-present cloak of narcissism - myself. but then again on the whole i havent felt any hate for any one period of my life.
(far too many "any"s in that last sentence. i'm very, very painfully, aware.)

***

been wanting to record this particular bit for posterity (isn't it funny that "posterity" and "posterior" are so similarly spelt?) but havent been back recently enough:

Just because a teacher hasnt said something similarly glorious about your particular class deity doesnt mean jack - or shit. its simple pure muleheadedness to believe that this teacher not saying it about your local goddess doesnt mean she cannot and never will say it about someone else - this particular idol of yours really isn't the be all and end all of the world. i just hope you're quite aware of that.
it was also particularly interesting to note that this teacher actually DIDN'T say it about my chief rival-in-jest. i'd always thought she had. so does that make me the only one she said it about? Does it does it does it?! =)

(For those who are wondering, the scene was a dark and empty room, filled with glowing green cabbages, which floated around in a most spooky manner, giving off the most abominable scent of, well, glowing green cabbages. RIGHT.)


(oh alright. it was actually a fastfood restaurant. and there WERE green cabbages - well lettuce actually. but who's counting? no one, exactly :D and i said something about me, and this other guy said "No cannot be that's crap. __'s never said that about anyone, even _____" so i got really really pissed. to call me a barefaced liar in front of me? why, the GALL! =)


the other utterly hilarious thing was that after placating me with - what else - green cabbages (which were actually lettuces. and no they weren't glowing.) he then went on to wax lyrical (RIGHT) about the sheer divine power of a certain someone's GP ability. naturally, i was miffed, because he wasn't waxing lyrical about ME. hahahaha.
but nah, i wasn't miffed because he wasnt talking about me. it was for two other reasons:
1) she really isn't that good. definitely above average - superb, even - but not the sublime manipulator of the English language she was made out to be, and
2) I'm a firm believer in the idea that people shouldn't be so looked-up to. sure its good to have someone to turn to; idolising someone to the point i witnessed that day, however... uh uh. not for me. and i get sad when i see people say that things another can do are beyond them, when in fact they really are. Sure if you're a paralegic and you say you can't swim the 100m freestyle, i'd understand. but otherwise (AND OBVIOUSLY I DON'T JUST MEAN PARAPLEGICS) dont be so damn negative.



you may be able to tell that i feel quite strongly about all of this.



and no, he didnt really placate me with cabbages OR lettuce.

***


Did you hear about the paraplegic who had to turn back after swimming halfway across the English Channel?


Poor bloke didnt have a choice: His ears got tired.




(Before some of you get miffed: i heard that one from a paraplegic himself. I admire the most people who are able to take the piss outta the negativities of their own lives. Therein lies true bravery, courage, and determination. Plus, its a fucking good joke :D)


***


the sky falls dark and cloudy, overcast
you fall to the ground in tears.
the clouds cover all with hues of black
you succumb to similar fears.
the depths of the night hold too many secrets
you shy away from their cold
yet still they grasp and tug at you
ever-tightening their hold.
a voice whispers from behind
'Look within and you'll be free"
Falling prey to this simple plot, you look inside
and you see me.

***


Personally i never got the phrase "Poetry in motion". that phrase - in my mind - just gives rise to nightmarish images of words running amok. People say things like "Oh by Jove that dance was poetry in motion!" (Usually while sipping after-performance champagne and nibbling on (what else?!) nibblies - all the while wrapped in real expensive scarves - i was gonna say "all the while the women being wrapped in shawls" but these days the lines are terribly blurred) and to me that just isnt the best analogy in the world.


***

smoke forms like tendrils of death
floating there so effortlessly in air
suddenly it coalesces, forming the shape
of all your heart's fear laid out bare.
you shiver and watch, as the smoke takes its form
you heart pounding and pumping away.
suddenly the smoke forms a mouth, and out of its maw
these words you hear it then say:
"Your fear is a snake that you hold in your heart
Like a pet that you loathe and despise
and yet strangely you love it, you need it, can't leave it
Because fear is your need in disguise."
You listen to this and you fiercely deny
That which you know is the truth.
Suddenly your chest bursts, and out comes a snake
Now you no longer have need of more proof.



(I'd finished with this post already, but then found this in an entry that was 50 posts ago, at least. so here it is. i thought i'd like it, for nostalgia's sake:

i don't care what they're all saying
won't listen to the lies they're playing
just watch the friendships they're fraying
i still think you're wonderful.



uh huh =) )


Dark dark verses with much depth
verses which live in the gloaming.
Spawn of my mind, the scion of gods;
the intellect keeps ever roaming.

in a way, this's about the most crushing thing i've ever experienced.


the timing of this is also almost uncanny. its just abt one year. if i had last year's blog entries i cld compare the dates - they might even be the same!
but nooooooooooo. i dont have archives.
(yeah i know i know i KNOW. everyone shut the fuck up. i clicked "Archives" or whatever-the-fuck the button's called in my "Settings" section, and the damn things dont appear. God knows there should be millions of the fucken things.)



a hundred million fucking guns/to kill myself i just need 1/load the chamber,point it straight/& pull the trigger - i cant wait






yeahhhhhh.


all those fucking songs with all that turn back time bullshit. they are the most FUCKING ANNOYING SONGS IN THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD.




oh yeah! normally i wouldnt care, but i have a certain Liverpool fan amongst my readers (altho he may cease reading after this entry - oh well :D). so:

GUESS WHO BEAT LIVERPOOL LAST NIGHT?



MANCHESTER FUCKING UNITED, THAT'S WHO.


call me a member of the masses who've been duped into believing Man U is something they're not, but that club has an appeal for me unlike any other. Arsenal can go stick their record up their collective behinds.







i'm finding these days that i often cant put what i'm trying to say into words, which is a tad worrying. this is one of those times. i cant articulate what it is i want, but the closest i could come to it would be i want things to be the way they were before.


which, i guess, makes me the type of person who would sing one of those fucking turn back time songs, if - Heaven forfend! - i was a singer.




i'm thinking maybe i shld start including anti-religious (or whatever name you pick for it) psycho-babble in my blog. i'm gathering its all the rage now - or maybe that's just with liverpool fans.

hahahahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahaha sorry mate i cldnt fucking resist that one.




but seriously, in a way its almost ludicrous how much conflict there's been in the human race about religion. Everyone should come to their senses, and collectively come to the conclusion that there can only be one true path to righteouness and holiness:
Worship ME.







oh come on you people must've seen that one coming from a mile off.
did i ever tell you the one about the pope who was caught jacking off?


oh yeah i did :) its several months back. scroll down (YES I DON'T FUCKING HAVE ARCHIVES GODDAMNIT) and find it, if you want. its pretty good.







you'll never ever see/you'll never ever be/you wanna fuck around/then come and fuck with me.





ideally here's where i'd include a bit abt ___, but then all the idiots that seem to abound in the world would arrive at the wrong fucking conclusion. you know why? because that's their job and calling in life. that's right. Such people are put on Earth with the sole purpose of coming to half-baked conclusions. Somewhere, someone's saying "i wonder what i can do to fuck things up on Earth?" and a little devil on his shoulder (Ignore the religious implications of the Creator - that is, of course, who the "someone" is. Please say you guessed - having a devil on his shoulder. Religious psychobabble, ppl! sneaky shit!) tells him "why dont you create a unique race of things-that-look-human, who have the brains of a slice of cheese, and none of it's appeal? these things will exist ONLY to torment the human race with their inexplicably-arrived-at ideas". Someone responds with "Sounds good to me!" and bingo. there you have it.





instead, let's indulge in some self-praise. always fun :)




its the ease of talking to myself
that always gets me going
never having to explain
and always, always knowing
exactly what i'm talking 'bout
what i'm trying to get across
without having to strain myself
or to be feeling at a loss
its amazing the joy i find
in time spent by myself
in the simple enjoyment i find singly
reading a book pulled off my shelf.
in the looks i give myself in the mirror
so knowing, and so sure.
the lack of any need to elaborate -
i'm telling you. that's the draw.
the knowing i can trust only myself
makes me seek to only confide
in my deepest of selves, and to hide deeply within
my secrets, within my own mind.
My depth of self-love borders on narcissitic
but still i shan't apologise
For if you were me, then you would surely see
that with me, there can be no diguise.
its freeing to be so utterly honest
to not to hold back unless willing
to completely let go, and to never fear woe;
its a feeling that is so fulfilling.


and i am the most thankful person in the world for it - and hope it never disappears.





5 random things:

1) I'd LOVE to find an IST rune. none of you know what i'm talking about, i'm sure.

2) I just want .................. yeah the only person who will understand this will know what i mean

3) I'd love a shaftstop. that'd about make my day.

4) I've got some ____ sitting in my bag and its killing me that i havent done it yet.

5) These random things aren't very random, are they?






they'll never ever know, will they? we'll always have that to laugh about. when we're both dead, they'll still have no idea what the fuck it all was.

I thought of this one on the way home several days ago. "Horny Pheremon-y". not the most scientific of names, but that'd be the title i'd give to the pheremones that cause love and lust between ppl.

when i came up with that, i was (obviously) thinking abt the interactions between ppl which cause love and lust and stuff. i was thinking: commonly accepted today is the idea that feelings of interest are aroused thru the emitting and receiving of pheremones - chemical "smells" which we detect, and which upon detection generate feelings in our bodies. so what happens when u like someone, and then stop? do the pheremones "fail"? or does the person stop emitting them? in which case you could say that when A likes B, and then stops, its not A that's stopped liking B, but B that's stopped attracting A.
i wont insult your intelligence by following thru the ramifications of what i'm talking abt. but take some time and think abt it. i reckon its pretty interesting.



after econs?! mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn



=)




"It'll be a cold day in Hell before I let you kill me."

"Send me a postcard with pretty snow-covered lakes of sulphur then."

Bang.

hahahahaa i never thought i'd ever say it abt victor's blog, but his recent entry is fucking hilarious. (Disclaimer: this isn't to say its never funny. must be careful - i walk where angels like Miss Ho fear to tread. right?)
i really liked the "come on bring it on! gimme 9hr long papers! econs lit hist, ALL IN ONE DAY! BRING IT MAN BRING IT! " that was the absolute BEST bit man. really, that was hilarious. slightly insane, but incredibly funny.

ah damn i'm cracking up again :) anyhow, props for that.


the best song in the world/it was the best song in the world/look into my eyes and its easy to see/one and one makes two/two and one makes three/it was destiny.



I realized today while walking out from an easy $60 that if i ever meet you again, be it chance or fate or whatever, i'll beat the fucken shit outta you. for being the bastard that i think you are, for taking what you never should have, for being a stupid, stupid cunt, and a huge pain in the ass.
but mostly, for being so goddamn right.






man that is SO "10 things i hate about you"





needless to say/the beast was stunned/WHIPCRACK went his whoopy tail/and the beast was done





i was really quite surprised when Taz told me she's been reading my blog. where the hell did she (i really should use "you" now shldnt i) get the link from?!

her answer? "Word gets around". ambiguous, as always, eh taz?

i can picture you on your deathbed... the vultures leaning over you, asking where your money's hidden, and you'd wait till you were alllllmmmmmmost dead, and then say "Oh, somewhere" with your last breath.
that'd be so great :)




History today..... well in hindsight i realise it could've been LOTS worse. it'll turn out alright, i guess.


the weirdest thing was, when i asked Timo how it went, he said "I'm gonna beat you". two things:
1) this's the most arrogant statement he's ever been audacious enough to make. and to ME, of all people. I'm both honoured that he considers me worthy enough that being able to beat me means something, and insulted that he thinks he can. :) nah, he's matured =)
and
2) For once, i didnt say anything arrogant in return. nay, before you rejoice in my newfound humbleness, another disclaimer: If i'd have HAD anything arrogant to say, i would have. didnt have the fucken heart to say shit.


But timo, time will tell eh? Don't count your chickens before they even fucken fertilise, dude :D


damn, now i'm kinda wondering who's out there reading my blog. i mean, "Random" and "Azy" - who are they?! (altho i kinda have this feeling i'm sposed to know who Azy is - my bad!)


the hypocrisy inspies self-disgust. but then if i was to be honest, wouldn't the consequences be so much worse?


the things i can never ever say. everyone'd just get ever so British and offended.


"Be you angels?"/and we said "Nay! We are but men!"

seriously, sometimes you frustrate me so so SO DAMN MUCH. i've never ever talked abt you before (aside from the time i referred to you as a blank wall of incomprehension), but getting a point across is just pure hell sometimes.




alright bitchiness aside.........




several things:

1. A rather inauspicious start to the prelims (oh fuck GP. doesnt count for shit). econs was.................. well i gotta admit it could've been worse. there've been essay questions where i cant even THINK where to begin. at least i could write. Literature, which i expected to go OK, at least, wasnt at all. i wrote all of six hundred glorious words for one outta three essays.
here's to wishful thinking that comes true. statistically improbable, but not impossible.



alright fuck the numbers.


Tenacious D is abt the most fun band i know of. Suffice to say i am VERY impressed.




oh, and i am SO glad i held my tongue, for once. i was all set to ask another of my "is something ________" questions.
lethargy is lethargy, i guess!!




DOPE DOPE DOPE DOPE MARIJUANA DOPE DOPE DOPE DOPE



only the enlightened will have ANY idea what's brought THAT on.

=) (quite fitting, actually)



it feels like the prelims arent even happening. ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL LIKE THAT. something is seriously wrong here.




something's not quite right..... i know there's a bunch of stuff i wanna talk about, but i can't think.

so in the meantime:

Did you know that Okay comes from a bastardization of All Correct? that's right ladies and gentlemen....... a Boston newspaper in the I-dont-know-when period - funny how that section in time seems to be relevant to all sorts of things - used Oll Korrect in an edition of the newspaper, and that's where we got it from.

so really, Okay is wrong. it shld be O.K. but whatever.



now the question IS, since it wasnt a real term for ANYTHING anyway, how the hell did we end up using it? its funny isn't it. we should all invent words, buy up major newspapers, and propagate them.




maybe some other time i'll remember what it is i was going to say.



there's a method to my madness.

my horoscope for the week reads: "During the early part of the week, try hard not to make an issue out of someone else's behaviour. If a situation is getting you down then it might be a good idea to start thinking about making a few changes."



Now usually i dont set much store in this crap, but this one's pretty much spot on. I'm really about completely sick of your bullshit, lies and unending falseness - especially after the expectations to the contrary that you've built up. so yeah, i'm not gonna let some fucked up asshole like you get me down - coz you aint fucking worth it. but changes? hell yeah.



you aint worth a second of my time.

y'noe those silly bouts of sentimentality we're all subject to sometimes?
found myself looking thru stuff from my past relationships (god that sounds ridiculous doesnt it :D) and i FUCKING GOT CAUGHT UP IN IT AND DIDNT FUCKEN ('e' not 'i_g' to add some variety :D) STUDY THE WHOLE DAY.


oooooooh well. what can be done now?


(did anyone watch The Time Machine when it came out? MAJOR let down. plus they're obviously trying to make that Mumba girl some ultra-chick - which she aint)


God i swear i almost burst out laughing. the sheer audacity of demanding something so blatantly when you yourself are guilty of not doing exactly the same thing - and to the same person!




something borrowed, something blue
something hollowed, something new
another fake, another lie
and now i lay me down to die
what purpose left? what drive?
what more to keep my soul alive?
methinks purpose isnt real
some people THINK that there's a deal
which gives your life some new direction.
its just a new attempted perfection
you wind up feeling the same
lost and cold, left with a name
which no one ever wants to hear.
left alone with all your fear,
you die.






Bleeding hell and feeling swell
i'm never been saved by the bell
i've always been that loser kid
at an auction mine's the losing bid
my life is made of big mistakes
and for that i get no birthday cakes
no one wants be made remember
that i was born, once, in September.
they'd rather i slunk off in a corner
they took my sister and they warned her
not to ever talk to me
to pretend that i'm not family.
shunned by the world, i wander lonely
no scientist would ever clone me
not even for my human (!!) heart
for it would pro'lly never start
for i never ever have success
i'd be more manly in a dress
i'd be more smart cold in a coma
i'll run faster when i'm older
i'll never get 50%
try for 40 and i'm spent
i'd only ever find a spouse
in a "for blind people" house.
i never will do well, you see
being a loser, my life's misery.


and yet i have successfully
kept you reading this long. whoopee





indule me, people =)




its funny the memories that " =) " sparks, it really is.

here's an interesting thing. taking the above as an example, looking back in, say, ten years (an intentionally small amount of time) will it still spark any memory at all?
if yes - the brain's a pretty damn amazing thing isn't it.
if no - what happens up in our grey matter then? because at some point something in our skull tells our brain to wipe the connection between "=)" and certain memories. intriguing, no?




mummy's little prefect
was the bastard of the class
an arrogant little twat, he caused
all to kick his arse

there wasnt one who didnt hate
his smarmy little look.
soon he started hiding
behind the covers of a book.

but it wasnt long before his ploy
was soon, soon, known by all
they crept up and slammed the book shut.
now his nose is very small.







the perceptive amongst you will realize i've begun playing with font sizes today.




that's my time.

people say things change, and i know its true. It'd be hard to put my finger on something that HASN'T changed. But i'd have to say, if i'd picked a few things that i thought wouldn't, this'd be one of them. I thought enough had happened by this year that it'd be beyond this.




and all the protestations to the contrary don't count for anything. Not that i think you'd even bother to make those protestations in the first place. That's your style - you don't care.


so the above was just a proviso.



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It's really pretty sad, although looking at past precedents i spose i shouldn't have expected otherwise. they all seemed to decay and fade away in importance. my latest theory is that you can only manage one, and the previous ones become hated. i think it stands up to closer examination pretty well, don't you?

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T.G.F.M.T.O.T.P!!!!!!

(there's a brain teaser for those of you who're interested :D trust me, if i spelt it out the patriotic amongst you would flip. it's not insulting tho - Timo would call it ungrateful :D)





i gotta admit i can't remember who Azy is. pointers, anyone?




All i want to do is have a nice long conversation with myself - yes i'm schizophrenic, maybe :D its been a while i guess.




i just took a second to glance thru what i have so far; it's pretty scary how flow-of-consciouness my style is. Definitely unwieldy, most certainly - but its a personal hope of mine that it keeps it interesting.



**
Q: Wadya get if you cross an elephant with a kangaroo?

A: Big holes all over Australia.

**



Its funny. just re-read that "schizophrenic" bit. that'd be something to look back on when I'm (___/__ heh) 80 won't it?
God i wonder if i'll even MAKE it to 80!


Let's just say i have some doubts.





I.O.N. , you gotta hand it to the people doing Friends. Its abt the best comedy i know of that's currently screened on television.

so they made a Judas out of him
they strung him up for lies
the deceptions of his peers - for that,
for such this man shall die

For they made a Judas out of him
on him they heaped aspersions
they blamed him for their sorrows
on his shoulders heaped their burdens

They made a Judas out of him
and they cast him out, alone
made him wonder, solitary
and deprived him of a home

yes they made a Judas out of him.
unwanted, unloved and despised,
thus this man destined to die
alone, cold and deprived.




i kinda like that one. I was reading the dictionary and i came across the phrase. sparked some things in my head.


For those who care: Insouciant is a GREAT word. had to look up the spelling :D





No, we shouldnt wage war against terrorists. Instead, we should use diplomacy. We should bat our eyelids ever so sweetly, and then kindly ask them "Oh please kind sir-with-the-ski-mask please won't you please, oh kind sir, stop bombing us all to high heaven? Pretty please?". obviously this is the best method available, since the war isnt working.

alternatively, we could all get stoned together. peace pipe, y'noe.


i mean PLEASE for the LOVE OF GOD. what the fuck are people thinking? what the hell - the war isnt working? every fucker we kill is one less sick bastard who can strap a shitload of bombs to himself and blow up some bus; one less motherfucker who, with a bunch of his Godforsaken friends, can hold a school hostage, and threaten to kill 50 children for every one of his mates that die; one less ingrate who, after receiving training in the United States, flies an airplane into the World Trade Towers. Diplomacy? Kiss my ass - diplomatically, if you please.


Bunch of John Kerry pussies.




I kinda hate to have to say it, but Joyce's blog really is pretty damn good. its got a pretty refreshing style which is (arghhh!) a pleasure to read. not my place to put the addy here, but go explore the big scary world we call cyberspace - you'll find it.


Idol-mania has infected Singaporeans everywhere, so here's MY two cents worth (go easy on the tag board please!). the music SUCKS. quite possibly the worst i have ever heard. Iskandar Ismail is a terrible musician - surely he must be able to hear how puerile his garbage is? aside from that, well some people've been telling me how shocked they are that there are some real bad singers in there, even at this stage - my message is, don't be. even with today's technology you still get weevils with your rice. same thing applies here, except weevils is too kind a term. (If anyone knows where i can find that bloody faggot from the first batch of 10 - Calvin or whatever - please dont tell me. if i know where he lives i'd send him a bo-- better stop there :D). the show's decent i guess. better than i expected.

BUT PLEASE, KEN LIM, WEAR SOME FUCKING CONTACTS.




what would you do if the end of the world was tomorrow? let's see..... i'd:
1. Sell insurance policies to as many people as possible
2. Promise my teacher i'll hand in everything in two more days
3. Tell myself i'll study for my prelims on Saturday
4. Sell some more insurance policies, telling the buyers they're making a wonderful investment in their future's security
5. Max out every credit card i can lay my hands on.

if possible, i'd time it so that i'm getting laid right when the world explodes in fiery ruin. there's a certain poetry in that =)




What do you people think about Anwar Ibrahim being let out? I personally never thought he was guilty. and here's what Mahatir said (I paraphrase), "The court's decision doesn't change my mind. I still believe him to be guilty, and stand by my decision. I was the Prime Minister, and I needed no permission to do what I wanted."

Now now, any more of that sulky tone and you'll be sent to bed early without any dinner with all the other naughty kids.


i mean REALLY.




dress me up in stitches