my name...

my name is not xxx xxx xxx.

it's xxx xxxxxx.

and why? because a little girl wants it that way.

fun filled saturday

fucking mad mood on thursday night. bloody hell i had to register my sim card and it seems that procrastination is the word of the day man. everywhere seems to have people registering their sim cards because the last day for registration was only 2days away. as a result, the bloody network JAM. bloody hell. i went with my neighbour to register after having dinner together. long time didn't hang out with her already. bloody busy with sleeping. haha. so we waited for half hour at 7/11 but still tak boleh. haha we talked about the ingredients of the different facial foams for males and females. seems like the guy's 1s are lile for scrubbing off the whole face with so many acid ingredients. haha.

so we went to NTUC to while away the time and bought the foam for the stupid cindy who was too lazy to buy. haha by the time we came back, still tak boleh! fucking shit man. my neighbour said my face turned really black. fuck man 1hour doing nothing and still cannot? so we walked to watsons and went to mac to wait. at mac, i was like getting inspiration for my announcement the next day and she said it was from her. haha bloody hell. anyway that 10mins there was how long it took for me to prepare the annonuncement. haha.

went back to watsons, cannot again. damn fucked up. haha. come again another day, they said. fuck u, bitch. haha. anyway reached home and was still pissed off. hmmm i was a little harsh on cindy. poor girl always putting up with me. luckily she's the whole day laughing type. haha if not, hmmmm, bad bad bad bad.

anyway the next day, we had some publicity stunt. sang badly i think. then made announcement. quite lor sor. haha. the whole fucking day was a waste of time man. physics teacher didn't come. so we had maths. then physics lecture and end school. fuck went ot meet justin after that. knn we had to trawl the whole of the north to find a bloody arcade. bloody expensive too. ended up palying mario kart. damn lame. haha. supposed to go tkd after that but it was quite late already. by the time i woke up, it was 645 and bloody raining. nonono no good for fighting. hahaha.

sat's rather censored. but it was fun playing games with her. dunno why her fun is not = game. haha. cool sitting down and shooting the breeze... with an idiot by my side. totally out of this world experience. you guys should get an idiot too. haha.

I is for I!

ok this will be a very very selfish post and everything you'll see below is about big fat ME. invert it around and we get WE but that's a totally different thing altogether.

today's assembly talk was very very entertaining and interesting. our big shot gave a talk about 'interviews'. boring subject right? somehow, peppering (ok la... showering) it with her own experiences really really made it more interesting. my teacher was sitting beside me and was looking at me when the big shot said something like you must have passion to impress the interviewers. my teacher said, ' hear that or not? it's not just about good looks. must have passion.' haha... i told you this post will be narcissistic. i wanted to say something but you know, since it's on the topic of interviews and confidence is one very main point, i must take that compliment without beating about the bush. haha guidebooks on how to scre with girls also say the same thing: if you have a compliment, don't gush 'really? oh where? thanks!' very unsuave. a simple and confident thank you will push the oomph factor.

ok anyway today was temperature taking exercise. i didn't bring my thermometer as expected. rather than join the snaking queue to have my temperature taken, i borrowed my friend's thermometer. wait... i'm not as disgusting as to use someone else's thermometer even though SOMEONE's nephew put it under his armpit. haha neither is my friend. so, to be exact, i borrowed his thermometer and temperature. i took the thermometer after he has stuffed it in his mouth, pretended to wash it and take the temperature. viola!

haha anyway there was a career talk on career planning. hmmm interesting. 2talks tying in with one another. which got me thinking: i wanna fly planes but i know nothing about planes. i have the passion (i hope) but i don't have any knowledge at all. mainly because i'm too lazy. damn i should be doing something. haha.

shit i'll have to make announcement tomorrow. shit i haven't even drafted the script. daaaaamn...

p.s. YOU should be doing your P.I.! not reading my blog!

egypt

if you wanna know where's egypt, ask cindy. she has egypt very close to heart. so close, it's up her ass. hahahahhahahaha.

egypt's in Africa u dumbass!

she asked me where's egypt. i told her it's in africa. she told me it's in russia. i told her friend to find egpyt up her ass. hahahahaha.

anyway i love it when we're standing apart on the bus yet somehow along the long long bus ride, we end up being so close. hmmm...

sports day tmr... i'm fucking not going. i don't think there'll be any events other than the 10 x 200m which i'm not attending. shti if only there wasn't CCA. arrggh... better spend the time wisely tonight. need to catch up on homework. haha therefore, shall spend the time planning what to do tmr so i won't feel so guilty.

it's over

the 2 most difficult words of the week. i had to pace up and down the whole house for an hour before i finally typed them!

anyway we defied the probability/stasticis formula shit. take that, you maths suckers! haahahah.

stubborn me and she who acts only at the last minute. wow we can really square off man.

she saved it in the nick of time.

heads or tails

heads, i dump her.

tails, she dumps me.

is this a fair game?

answer: this is not a fair game. even though probabilty is 50/50 and expectation is 0, i suck at maths. therefore, it's always ...?

hung up

been feeling very troubled lately, or at least for the past week.

at least yesterday's little outing with rhino and cow lifted my spirits a little. could tell them a little of my troubles and they keep disturbing me back. haha. and thanks for all the cursing ya?

I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHY SHE CAN'T FUCKING MAKE THE EFFORT TO FUCKING CONTACT ME IF I DON'T. I'M SICK OF ALWAYS TAKING THE FUCKING INITIATIVE. I TOLD HER AND I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH ACTUALLY GOT INSIDE. WHAT THE FUCK?

I FOROGT TO BRING MY PHONE OUT YESTERDAY AND WHEN I REACHED HOME AT 6, THERE'S NO FUCKING MSG.

fuck it. cow says there's something bloody wrong. can't agree with her more.

obviously i don't mean as much to you as you do to me.

'It's over. You can carry on doing your own things without having to worry about anyone being angry. Or did u even worry in the 1st place?'

venom to spiderman: we could have been great together, doing great things together. but nooooo, you had to do this.

jerry maguire: you complete me.

jump if your penis is shorter than 1m!

hahaha came out in the newspapers yesterday. JC student jumps to death because of obsession with his presumed small penile size.

damn. girls are so lucky. they don't have to worry about this. haha but they have boobs to worry about. nothing a little collagen can't fix, even down there. even for boys. just be sure not to hit any artey. and oh, a needle and some self-mixed cement doesn't guarantee success.

TGIAF (thank goodness it's almost friday)

it's been a rather eventful week. come to think of it, eventful = full of events right? haha quite good word play.

following up on the PW hoo-ha, the school authorities deemed it serious, or shall we say troublesome enough to nip the source of unhappiness in the bud. while we were having lecture, someone big walked in. now, you don't often get someone from higher authority sitting in on lectures, do you? it's one thing for little classroom discussions but an entirely different thing for lectures. come to think of it, it's not really a taboo. it's just that it's not commonly done. if it were the other way round, then i think it'll be better anyway. lesser classrooms to go to. haha but to access the teacher...

anyway, after walking in and out of the heavy double doors so as not to announce her presence, she took over the mic from the lecturer and proceeded to give us a little talk on the online petition. the school authority was quite amiable over the whole incident but one point which i totally agreed with was that no chance was given to the school to try to rectify the situation. by now, everyone will have this drilled into their heads: results were released on thursday and the subsequent 3days were public holidays. who would come back to school to discuss the dismal results on public holidays?

the boy who started it was too kancheong spider la. today, an even bigger shot spoke to all of us. this time, she wasn't so amiable because some people made some not very nice remarks that did not have anything to do with the petition at all. haha. anyway, i hope if the school reviews the PW results, my grade will jump by 1. just hopefully.

200m last week was dismal. totally got burnt. can still see the scorch marks on myself man. haha secondary and tertiary level standards really differ man. top 3 was guaranteed last time but this time kena thrash man. can't blame it all on myself though. haha didn't train at all for the last 2years.

inter-class 10 by 200m today. dismal performance again. haha. the guys had all their places sorted out. for girls, it was all sorted out already. then, some bloody buffon called the substitute for the girls to join them. so now we have one extra girl and a problem. someone's got to go home unhappy. i wished it was the buffon who called the substitute along. not the substitute's fault at all because if she hadn't barged in on anybody. if she hadn't been invited by that buffon, everyone would be happy; subsitute blissfully ignorant and everyone on the team would get to run. arrggh.

what else? oh... our teacher gave us motivational posters each! you know the ones you see on pasted on walls? yeah that's the one. mine was 'good is not enough if better is expected and best is possible.' my classmate asked if the poster our teacher gave me had something to do with laziness. haha quite apt.

tkd tmr. haven't gone for a long long time. gotta get those kicking legs back. and oh! finally, after hearing announcements for trainings for ALL the other T Papers, there's finally for Newtonian T Papers. stmulation of the mind starts monday. and i get to skip lessons. how cool can that be man?

and yeah vick, i can't stop. too much in me that'll be wasted if the world doesn't hear. haha.

PPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEDOUBLEU

seems like there's a furore over the results of PW and i can understand why.

'mrs xxxx better watch out man. if my class sees her, she's dead la!'

totally reflective of the sentiments of most people in my school, even those with a band2. if it is only restricted to a few grumbles by a few people who feel their marks were not worth their calibre, then it can be totally ignored? but the majority of the cohort?

one view struck me the most and it goes: the only group in my class that got a band2 was the one which didn't follow instructions and guidelines.

i think what the person meant was that that group didn't follow the instructions of that particular xxxx. my friends in her class all wanna beat her up. following all her instructions come to naught in the hope that they'll please that piece of shit. nooooooooo... and i can testify that's she 's a fucking lousy teacher. she took most of the PW lectures and i must say i am totally thankful i did not pay any attention.

however, credit must not go to my lack of attentiveness but also to my groupmates and tutor (fortunately not her!) who were so dedicated in making the project the success. did i tell u my class go the highest percentage of band2s? a big fish in a small pond man, but it's a start. haha.

well, fuck her. i'm off to sleep. haha. school tomorrow and i don't know i'm going to face the rest of the year. cindy tells me to get good results and fuck off from here. i'm taking that soldi piece of advice man.

the 5month plan

in 5months, i shall finish studying maths and overtake the industrial superpowers in production of fine, quality answers. tutorials are a bonus but not necessary. however, i realize doing tutorials is part of getting the machinery moving along fine and quick.

in 5months i shall do each and every tutorial of my sciences.

big, bold and scary moves but the big A threatens to jump out of eac hand every corner i near. and that's even scarier.

and anyway, seeing that baldy immediately when i enter the sit is disconcerting. haha.

why have i aint' no G?

take a look at this picture. focus your attention on the guy on the left.

now add the speech bubble, 'YOU AINT GOT NO G!' to him.

i know this guy personally and he's a rapper wannabe. he goes around with lotsa bling and lotsa repect. he goes around thumping his shoulder and saying, 'he's mah man.'

has style and lotsa respectTM but cindy feels like slapping him whenever he does that. HAHAHAHAHA.

i told him i changed my number on msn and he told me, 'i gotcha, my man.'

oh fuck i wanted to slap him myself! HAHAHAHAHA.

so for now, i'll dedicate the title for this blog to him.

and i seriously think the caption really really suits the picture man.

if you know me...

if you know me... and if you really must link to me, please just use K.L..
if you know me... and you fucking bao tuo to teachers AGAIN, i'll kill you.

ground breaking ceremony

test, test, and we're off!

after months and months of hiding in the dark, i've finally picked an auspicious day and time to start a blog again! actually no, it was more of laziness and somehow i got bored and decided to do something time consuming instead of studying maths.

it was also partly due to reading my neighbour's blog. so much emotion conveyed in a post. of course you can't expect her to be emotional in every post but yeah, posts which are supposed to be full of emotion really carry the message across.

i realized blogs are a means to keep in contact with people whom you don't meet everyday but are still part of your life. when i deleted my previous blog, i think i lost contact with a few of my friends because we are not the type who go msging each other 'i miss you's and that type of shit. i'm sure many people don't do this shit. unless you're a girl. haha. checking my blog daily and going to my friends' blog became an as and when affair only if i wasn't too lazy. likewise for others, i don't think they knew what the heck i was up to after i deleted the blog because that was sorta liek teh only casual means of communication without any party having to make any serious effort. from this, you can tell i'm lazy and i have lazy friends. haha.

i think i'm totally isolated form this world. i used to say fuck my school and blame my lack of friends here on it. i didn't think friends can be made here at all. but then i realized it's not the school; it's the fucking class. except for a few people, i don't think i clicked with anyone at all. the class i was in was like a collection basin for losers so you had something like a pot luck party of losers. thinking again, those losers don't really make any difference if you still make friends with the normal people. so the conclusion is, i'm the root of the problem.

alamak! i've like only 1 or 2 people's names in my phone (that 1person's name not counted). damn it man, being a genius is so hard. and damn it too, i think i've become soft. time to get my fantastic 'A' Level results and fuck off from this school!