{ jukebox track>>> sexy love- neyo}

John Megareth aka Han. you promised me you wont circulate it! you promised me!
YOU HELL OF A LIAR!!!! squealer bag!
if i ever get my hands on that lappy of yours, you bet your ass i'll delete your entire C and D drive.
i could literally dig a hole and bury my puny self. and you're coming with me.
better modify the chords and send it to me. make a new version of the song.
OR YOU WILL HAVE A TASTE OF MY WRATH! it's a parody song for god's sake.

so anyway, love may be overrated. but everyone needs it.
no one likes to be alone forever. you may say whatever you want now, but really.
everything's jollier when there's two in the picture.
what's happiness to you?





























{note to self}
1. must not think of ways to kill people who thinks im lesbo when im obviously freakanathanly NOT. news flash. IM AS STRAIGHT AS AN EFFING RULER, SAVVY? PERIOD.
2. cheer up even if i am getting shitty grades nowadays cos there is still 2 more tests to go.
3. must not have stage fright during 5th december. there's only twelve eyeballs.
4. work even more days so that i can eat more food. im fucking skinny and skinny is yucky.

[ jukebox track>>> say goodbye- chris brown]


back to old school alumni gathering.
we werent all that keen since all the teachers worth seeing are pretty much all gone.
but we already skipped prom and alumni so yea.
and i heard the principal is a grand fuck. took away the soccer pitch and CCA simply cos HE hates it. noble of him.
the school is entirely filled with mirrors at every corner. apparently it's to remind the students to check their attire. love the mirror, fuck the proper attire. it got me so bad back then.

first, a formal speech for the opening ceremony of the whatevers.

next, a little honor to nothingness while rising some air flags. yes i said formal. stop ogling at ahmad, mushshoe. and jamu, we are in sedia position. SEDIA.

hazwan mcm some ladies man ah. but no, he's sister. (:

[ jukebox track>>> who knew- pink ]

a tinge of swedish food and barang barangs.
although it is at Tampines.. practically the other end of Lion City for me.
YT's house is beautiful. we found her dad's very old Perignon and had a toast.
and did i not mention her maid cooks oh-so-heavenly Swedish meatballs?
it was all too mesmerising. oh yes. her pappy owns Ikea.
what dreams are made of.

enter the door to the much awaited season of the year?
christmas bells are tad shaking and the city is beginning to adorn itself.
the christmas trees are high into the sky and the castles are standing tall.
a stroll through the winter wonderland.
chasing kids away from the candy house. tat's pazuzu's job though.
but it is pretty odd how every single item at the wonderland has signboards with "Please don't touch!" or "High Voltage!" when children are like swarming around.
very safe, i must say.
{oh christmas tree, oh christmas tree. a christmas tree for christmas.}
yay! favourite time of the year is round the bump.

[ jukebox track>>> one of us- joan osbourne ]


0245|crime scene|fresh prints|mastermind=kel|spotted by prune faced ah pek|took off

shibal.
holidays are over. 5 more weeks before the 3 weeks vacation. wat a ratio aye.
cb. i think i failed pp. a grand FUCK. pending approval pend dunno until when.
how abt till 1st of november next year huh, janice yong jing ying? HUH, you non-existent piece of shiat?! fucktard. thank you very much thank you. *flips it off*

marykate is back.
and kiriyama( yes, that crazy ass dude from Battle Royale), jamie's git greets.
don ask me why i named my git that. why wud you want yours to be named after that wired-hair psycho? eh wait.....*realisation* tat makes alot sense ah.

[ jukebox track>>> because you lived- jesse mccartney ]

one week break is here.
which i wouldnt consider a break since i hardly have a day for self indulgence.
but hell.
nb pp supervisor of mine. reject my pp report never mind.
but refuse to reply my emails and tell me wat the fetch is wrong with my proposal.
so im just dangling here, reworking something that i have no clue whatsoever is wrong. great. and now, while people are doing their posters, im still worrying about this shit.
heck. how bad can it get?
worse come to worse retake pp module next sem.
den just juggle the $200 PP, 2 FYPs, incomplete CE points, UTs, lab work and driving lessons within a year lor. im sure i can do that. what's the deal? *shrugs*
this is early life crisis.
MIKI. THE WITNESSING OF A PITFALL. based on a true story.
so put yr hands up and toast yr mugs, haters. woots!!! cheers.

but a promise is a promise. and for you i will, mops.
so i turned up for our date. late and im sorry girls. but still, POS came rocketing.

we totally painted the town red and green and blue and yellow. and everything you can find on a rainbow.

it was a prep session for busking. getting some shades and settling down with mary-kate at some underpass.

this is the most gorgeous you i've ever seen, barnacle darling. lizard. hmm... sexayy.

yaya's mom. we know you work very hard to feed her. but stealing snacks so near a security guard is just madness.
okay. im in no position to talk about proper shoplifting either.
the other 2/3 of mops blew their wallets while mine is still very much intact.
however, after i have set eyes upon that gorgeous vintage camera bag at Funkdeco, i could never see another item the same way again.
i guess the eyebrow piercing could wait.

{note to mops}:
we shall all go to holland together someday before it sinks beneath the sea soon. <3