[ jukebox track>>> bended knees- boys to men ]

People grow apart when distance comes in.
You and me. We constantly meet new humans.
And the previous ones are sometimes eliminated like those in Amazing Race.
But I guess we are pretty good at catching up occasionally, mobsters.
So we don forget one another or get too sick of each other.
Don be a UHU glue. Be a blue tack.
smile like you mean it, girl.

cramped into the polaroid stand x 4

geeks: sexy love, do the things you do.

I was watching the Tattooist with alex last week and we saw the trailer for I Am Legend starring Will Smith. Adds the A to awesome! Must watch must watch.
And to the hooligans xuan, lincoln, yc, eshter and meng yew, let’s watch 30 Days Of Night during the holidays! Josh Hartnett, oh finally! <3

[ jukebox track>>> Freedom- Robbie Williams ]

NOT ANOTHER ONE. PLEASE.
These bloody cb animal abusers.
You just wont stop will you? Psychotic fuck.
I was just walking home when I saw this poor little kitten with a broken tail and a big bleeding patch on the back.
[like Scabs Cat, jamu. I think it is done by the same bastard.]
It cannot have been a cat fight cos the whole tail is broken off like being cut off or something.
and the bleeding patch is not roughly made by those of teeth bites.
The poor cat was just lying there, bleeding and its eyes were wet like it had cried.
Luckily aunty kat was available to nurse it.
Nah Beh! Whoever the fucktard that did it must be a sadistic, no-life coward who takes it out on small creatures that are helpless and cannot fight back.

Speaking of which, I haven found the bombastic shithead[unisex] who killed my Orange.
It was MY ORANGE AND YOU KILLED IT, YOU EFFING CUNT!
I remembered the vet saying that her jaws were so broken that she could not eat anything.
And it could have been done by someone kicking her real hard (probably with boots).
They gave her glucose drops but she was too dehydrated that she died on Hari Raya. The day where all the vets were having holidays and no one knew she died until the next day!
SHE DIED ALONE AND IN PAIN! YOU WATCH OUT FOR YOUR KARMA MAMA, I TELL YOU! NBCB.

Momok told me that the Golden Retriever puppy Christof adopted was also abused before they found it. Growly’s limbs were tied up and bleeding. The tail had cuts like it was dropping off.
It was only a puppy. Hurting something so adorable.
Even momok the devil couldn’t bear to abandon it. How could you.

Reader Discretion is advised:

Once, Emma went to Batam along with a Batamian fren.
While she was having some fragrant Ikan Penyet, she saw a dirty looking cat staggering over from a distance.
Note: Emma is the #1 Anti-Animal Abuse Activists.
As the kitten came closer and she edged over for a look, she saw that there was something small hanging out of the kitty’s butthole or anus.
She squinted her eyes and saw that it was not shit because it seem purplish and there was dried blood on that area. She asked her counterpart what it was.
Her friend Juwenda, said in a matter-of-fact tone, that it was actually the rectum of the kitty that was turned inside out. According to her, cats with such a case are normally sexually abused by the locals.
WHAT THE FUCK?!! so freaking desperate that they wanna rape a cat? Just kill my ears.

Anyway, emma made some commotion about the batamians being psychotic or something and was ranting to Juwenda on dolphin frequency.
The stall dude heard it and mistaken my mom for discriminating the batamians as a whole.
Ever since, whenever we walked past the stall, he’d give us the dirty, cold stare.
I used to love their Ikan Lele. But I guess I wont be tasting it in a long time.

Im not done yet.

SHIBAL! FUCKING LOW-LIFES!
You’ll get your just desserts, cockanathan.
To all the animal abusers running scot-free, I hope your private parts rot.

There is no excuse for animal abuse.
Exterminate the weeds and trash of humanity.
To subject something that is so helpless to such pain.
You are lesser of a being than them. FUCK OFF, JACKASSES.

I’ve always liked the way Ashton Kutcher sang [I’ll Be There For You] down the balcony for the girl in Alot Like Love.

Backdated sweetness. But still the best.

Saw a guy friend rushing off through the canteen that day and I asked him what’s up.
Iggy: Oh! I prepared breakfast for my girlfriend. See.
There were two nicely made sandwiches in a simple-looking lunch box.
But I could see Iggy’s silly smile of anticipation.
It’s the little things. People seem to neglect the beauty of it nowadays.

[ jukebox track>>> who knew- pink ]

Have you ever tasted rotten milo?
I have.
It was a really busy Saturday at Phots today since winterbells are ringing in.
There was not even time to refill water and I was freaking thirsty.
So I went into the storeroom and looked around for drinks.
A Mac plastic bag caught my eye and it was holding a cup of milo.
Naturally, I grabbed it and took a sip cos it was like sahara
The sting of sour shock haunts me till this moment. And there was lumpy stuff inside.
Apparently,it had been my colleague’s one week leftover drink. ONE WEEK!!!

*mcksnafiociawhionfioskod*
Thank mary I din swallow it. Lesson learnt.
Shitnits.

Humans are such vulnerable creatures. Protection is but skin deep. (if you don look into the immunology context, please. cos we still have memory and plasma cells for our final pathogenic defense.)
Re: Condolences to the five promising young dragon boaters.

Dree: without movies, im a brain without a medulla oblongata.
Me: wat type of a shit ass comparison is tat? so who’s your favourite actor?
Dree: the Stephen Chow Yun Fatt.
Me: the wha-?
Dree: Stephen Chow Yun Fatt.

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I told you, you are retarded D.

{ 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