20081030

my malay is so bad, it is not even funny...

luckily sebagai tali selembar didn't come out.
unluckily, the prosedur kloze was about smiling. what the fuck.

i just checked out the slides for our oral presentation next friday by order of the IT MASTA and i saw this!



oh fello-helloweiner! such big eyes you have! love it!

this is my eulogy. at my funeral. mr. razorteeth, take it away!

she was a rebel
she was a saint
she was the salt of the earth
and she was dangerous

she was a rebel
vigilante
missing like on the brink of destruction

she was the symbol of resistance
and she held on to my heart like a hand grenade

OF COURSE, thaT's lyrics to Green Day's She's a Rebel.
and OF COURSE, i edited it because by then i would already be dead, so past tense la.
anyway, i found it to be pretty and my boyfriend said it describes me so... the sentence trails.

DIE STRANGE.

dinner with cissy, nad, shaun, hopefully rusydi and love later.
'An.

ps. if anyone has limp bizkit's chocolate starfish, can PLEASE LEND ME!

20081028

im not perfect

i have thalassemia and my stamina is fading.
im not the smartest ass on this planet.
im not the best looking one either.

but i love well.
weehooooooohaaaarrrrr.

Becci better take good care of you.
if not i will come there and tuck you in bed myself.
you will LOVE the 3rd gift i swear.
that is if i can find it fast.

qa.

WALAO EHHHHHH

not my lucky day today.
came to school for maths (only) and corspeface caught me for my short skirt.
everyone knew about it because i was mumbling and cursing for half an hour (and my voice is not soft) AND EVERYONE CONCLUDED THAT CORSPEFACE (shaun started calling her mayatface first) HAS A THING AGAINST ME.
because according to shaun and andrea, she always looks out for me.
i dont get it. if her heart cannot take girls (me) in "short" skirts, then go teach at madrasah la!
i want to avenge the death of my other skirt which she unpicked a little (and then nadia had to unpick the rest for me).
however, i shan't say it here because this blog is no longer private anddddddddddddddd i dont want to be hauled up by tan chor pang and shit.
A LEVELS' MY LIFE.
wa lao. why are they so mean to me? i've toned down alot. it's their bloody turn.

on a lighter note, my boyfriend came to pick me today. :D
wo ai ni!

anna

ps. bex gave me a birthday gift through snail mail. she is so sweet!

20081027

fifteenthousandfourhundredandseven

im sick.
my throat's gone.
my voice is fading.

awesome.

i want a glow in the dark deviant landyard.
i want money.
i want my family.
i want you here right now.

blahhhh.

meeting chubs later.

qa.

20081025

(no comments)

A.

perpetual affection

undying.
forever.

i was bitten thrice.
i feel battered.
mind body soul.

i should talk less.
permit me to say this though, i love you beyond definition.
maybe i'll tell you the details when you're ok.

wolf.

20081023

humans to the lions

hi my name is Benavolio Suparman. i am an ant or rather the soul of an ant.
how am i typing this post if im an ant? because im inside this lycan's body.

ahhh.

see here, this hairy bastard stepped on me earlier today. not only that, he disrupted the ants' working line and everyone went balookaheehey. he laughed at us when we were disarrayed.
and do you know that humans' laughter (yes i know he gets annoyed when people, even ants, call him a human) can kill us ants? yes it can, the decibels are menacing. after laughing, he swept all of us and we fell into this squishy abyss. i am angry. i shall poke his body with his own finger.

*POKE!!

oh wow, i think someone poked me.
i have a headache right now and i feel guilty for something.
wonder what...

i miss chubs.
really really.
sumpah tak bedek.

qa.

20081022

because my name is Anna and when spelt backwards, Sita, and i cannot help myself...

QA. says:
i dont have tattoos
QA. says:
i dont play guitar
QA. says:
i dont have step fierce face
QA. says:
subconciously, i think he would take u frm me

(he is referring to Zachary Baker.)

isn't the boy adorable?

by the way, what did you say boy? prepare for tagwars? just because we are going public?
it's not like we need preparation.
we have been slashing and biting all our lives.

love,
'an

hell does have a little girl

grrrr.
i may bite off your cheeks if you're in front of me.
i fucking swear.

you make me hate the world more. much much fucking more.

i may bring molotov to A7x. not the crowd, the fucking stage.
i dont know what he did to me and i dont care. urgh.

breath wolf breathe.

on a lighter note, i made her laugh today.
i know i always could. i know i always will.


BIG NOTE: she told to me to change the pic because it was ugly before.
see that face?
you humans dont know what she's capable of.
come near, i rip you apart.

see the post below?
you can laugh at my face if you want.

i love you.
Hellforge.
fun is when i play handslapping with razorteeth!
fun is when i annoy him with ZACHARY JAMES BAKER (Zacky V.).






(yup, by posting these, i am annoying him! ps. boy, you cannot catch me!)
fun is when i pretend to drive a car!

you cannot catch me!!

and then i realise it's only two weeks to the big A's. (not As.)

i am quite cheery now. you know the words by heart, i love you!
anna

20081020

lucky strike in soldiers' rations

i want everything to end.
mum end it, i cant see you like this anymore.
why dont you?
i am vengeful.

tired. i miss my chubby vampire. i'll still carry you girl. however tired i am.
bloodlust.

now i have something to say about nigel. i dont think you'll read this la you motherfucker.
urgh.
stop acting as if you know more shit than me.
you know nothing.
nothing.

end.

26 more days to darkness.

lycan.
i would like it if you were a storyteller, weaving me tales out of sparkles and smiles.
i would like it if you told me all about babylon, although i already know all of it by heart.
i would like you to read me an epic poem, enthrall me with the twists of the latin tongue.
i would like it if you told me i was helen of troy (too often i've been labelled as the devil's little advocate)
i would like it if you carried me on your shoulders around the world,
or better still, let me sit on your shoulders when we attend wacken.

death be to cambridge examiners!
anna

20081016

decode

our getting together was a roll of the tongue, a curve in my nerves.

we played clever and intelligent and poetry-slam line break, smiled at our own pretentious predigested words, coffee and donuts and hardly a table between us. my eyes flashed white and your smile flashed red and you pretended to be without makeup, and i, without frowns.

we discussed Small Things, work and play, and we discussed Big Things, God and perspective. we walked near. we walked far. we jumped clouds. we slayed lives.

and then we agreed on Eternity.

it was perfect.

qa.

FALLEN NOW IS BABYLON THE GREAT.

i know people i can hang out with in school and actually enjoy the time spent with them.
i also know who i dislike and who i dont give a fuck about.
(i know almost everyone is in the second category.)

i know that i want to kill someone.
i want to feed her carcass to the hyenas in Somalia. (after all, they get hungry too)
i want to hurt her, i want her to bleed, i want her to scream in pain.
i want to slice her scalp, pick her brains, break her bones.
i want her to bite the curb, just so i can kick her, just so her jaw will dislocate.
i want to knife her and i will enjoy every minute watching her bleed.
i want to sprinkle salt on her wounds, wash her eyes with acid.
i want her alive, close to death but not dead.
i want her to suffer for having incurred my wrath late last year and was too cowardly to meet me for a face-off.

guess who?

:)
baked and kickin'.
anna/ sita

20081015

hell has a little girl

Ice cold stare,
Yet flaming eyes,
Soul of darkness,
Pain inside.

Blackened heart,
Angered mood,
Evil spirit,
In Devil’s shoes.

i feel high now. tak tau kenape.
-_-

pregnant women get awesome cravings you know.
one snap, the husband must come back with what she wants in a jiffy.

woah.
up for it filthy humans?
i am.

i miss you.
imagining you in your nightdress, studying.
in your nightdress...
ok shh.

studying huh, poor you.

fuck sia, now im dizzy.
i wanna wrestle again.

qa.

i'll tell you a secret. (this is anna by the way)

arrogant and ignorant olde me used to think that alevels is something that one can waltz through to a reserved seat in NUS.

today, i found out that i cant waltz because i dont know the steps.

for the promos, i managed to pass off a square dance for a semi waltz.

that is why today, i found out that i am promoted to year three on probation.

all the days of not attending dance lessons.

fallen now is babylon the great.

(i wanna graduate with cissy, aishah and sx)

pw is such a pain in my frigging rectum, you know that. it takes time away from maths.

20081014

im not a baker

good songs always finish quick.
even the reign of Shemsu-Hor.

oh well.

today my girlfriend did something that irked me so.
today my girlfriend was adorable so.
todaytodaytodayohtoday.
i bet you humans cannot handle a vampire on bloodlust.

things like these make me miss you more.
i will fucking miss your antics however bitchy it is.
31 more days..
pray for sanity.

a shoutout..
I FUCKING HATE MATS IN BAJU KURONG WEARING MOTHERFUCKING MESSENGER BAGS (preferably crumpler) AND ACT AS IF THEY ARE MOTHERFUCKING COOL.

too bad this isnt a public blog, i yearn to slash.

i want to read your body
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls
like a silken bookmark
across your face.


sweet viper, poison me. bite me.

V.

to you human

do you think you're fucking important to my gf to even be asking for her forgiveness for whatever fuck you've done?

omfg fuck off.

the one that you're supposed to say sorry to is me you dirt.
we have NEVER acknowledged your existence.
and you wanna be friends with her again?!
you think you were her friend since the beginning?
you told people you were there for her when in actual fucking fact it was me.
you think you were the one that got us together?
you think you mean so much to her?
no fucking way.
NO FUCKING WAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
i know you cant read this fuck, but omg so what. cb.

you talk to her, i swear you will never speak again.

because i killed all of my kin.
gutfuck.

qa.

20081013

Fallen now is Babylon the Great!

HAHHA, i pranked razorteeth! (highlight of the day!)
Oral Presentation recording for jonny's group now -.-


still baked and kicking.
anna

20081011

SITA IS BAKED

SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
SITA IS BAKED
AND HUNGRY.

COME HERE SO I CAN BITE YOU.

STILL BAKED AND KICKIN!!!!!!!
SITA.

20081010

Voice your prophecy, Shed us some light.

can't you help me as I'm starting to burn?

20081009

GET A LOAD OF THIS

:][*~J@p@N353 Gr3@t5st 0f A11~*][:. ((4yu H@M@S@K1 cum T4ku FuJ1W@R@)) JaP RuLeZ 'em 4LL!!! says:
P(S-0.7L

THE STORMQUEEN. says:
why the s must minus


.:][*~J@p@N353 Gr3@t5st 0f A11~*][:. ((4yu H@M@S@K1 cum T4ku FuJ1W@R@)) JaP RuLeZ 'em 4LL!!! says:
Because at first the question wants small bun lighter than 0.7 times of large bun.


.:][*~J@p@N353 Gr3@t5st 0f A11~*][:. ((4yu H@M@S@K1 cum T4ku FuJ1W@R@)) JaP RuLeZ 'em 4LL!!! says:
So it's P(S<0.7L)


.:][*~J@p@N353 Gr3@t5st 0f A11~*][:. ((4yu H@M@S@K1 cum T4ku FuJ1W@R@)) JaP RuLeZ 'em 4LL!!! says:
Then shift over,


.:][*~J@p@N353 Gr3@t5st 0f A11~*][:. ((4yu H@M@S@K1 cum T4ku FuJ1W@R@)) JaP RuLeZ 'em 4LL!!! says:
P(S-0.7L<0)


THE STORMQUEEN. says:
i shift the other side cannot?


online learning or what?

misses my mister.
things are getting bad.
assessment is coming. the girl is leaving. my holidays will be spent alone.
i dont want to be alone. why must you go?

today was Thaib's birthday. everyone sang.
my birthday, no one will sing. you do, i will damn you to eternal hate. that includes you nat.
my gf can.

fucking bad headache now.
i should lighten up.
how? how how how?

super stoned right now.
i feel high again.
kenaper apsl?

i want you on my lap, can surf net tgt then bitch tgt.
i just want you la can? duh of course can.

im spinning. and its making the headache worse. i think i should stop spinning.
i think ugly people should shut the fuck up. then no one will speak.
the silence could make you deaf. what if you're not deaf but there is no sound?

poor you, handling pressure on your own. i still feel guilty. sigh.
now i rly cant take the dizziness.

why are you ALSO so missable?

the boy.
fifteen people promoted,
four are advanced,
the rest are retained (some will undergo counselling to exit)
and three are exiting.
do the math, my class has 29 students.
7 retainees, two may be exiting because one is extremely ill and the other didnt even sit for his promos.
five left.
tick tock.

i just remembered which fuckress is in year 1.
if she promotes and i remain in year 2, God Forbid, i might just turn into a murderer.

won't know till next wednesday.
scripts will be returned tomorrow.
i'm not sure if i'm up for it.

20081008

for all we've been through.

i love you mrs.wolf.

PW IS SUCH A PAIN IN MY RECTUM

where have all th carefree days gone?
and why is there pw in the curriculum? total waste of my time.

on a lighter note, i met razorteeth today.

20081007

doubleyou eh are

war is everywhere.













her mood fangs are here.

ants are vicious nowadays.

turtles are underwater hamsters.

hamsters are living grenades.

today i drove my girlfriend all over the universe.
we turned corners.
we checked our blindspot.
we slowed down before humps.
we stopped by Saturn to pick up diamonds.
we threw diamonds and kept the dust.


the dust we threw again.

lava come, lava go. humanity humanity die so slow.

we burnt fire. we watered the oceans. we flew the flight.
we are. we are.


we checked our blindspot.
we slowed down before humps.
call her anna. call me ...

werewolves? vampires?
werepires? vampwolves?
little fluffy vampwolves. fat chubby werepires.

i miss you so much.

call her anna.
my name is

today i drove my girlfriend.
she fell into psychedelic stupor. giggled. smiled. lost balance.
straight she stayed. never touching ground.
corners. humps. traffic.

i was so happy. no exaggeration. feel it.
i wont let go of this. i nailed my claws to her soul. extra paperclip somemore.
i am so happy. soup for epiphany. flowers for necromancy.
today i drove my girlfriend.


chompchomp.

chompchompchomp.
this is making me high.
so high.
omg love is so lovely.
try it guys. fall in love.
fall fucking flat.
fall till you cant fucking get up for eternity.





she fell into psychedelic stupor. giggled. smiled. lost balance.

20081006

this suspense is fucking killing me, you know that

why can't they just tell us whether we made it or not already?
it has been almost three weeks since we had our last paper.
i keep having recurring nightmares.
my maid, my boyfriend and my mum simultaneously tried to wake me up for school
but little did they know that i couldn't sit up because i had a nightmare that i retained. again.
it was surreal.
i was sitting in between nadia and syikin and all of us had the part that said "promotion status" folded.
we opened it and it said "RETAINED".
WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK?
especially syikin? the most hardworking girl in the frigging universe?
(i do not think lowly of either of you, dreams happen that way.)
i dont know about the rest but i know that shaun and jonathan promoted.
if i can predict the future, i am FUCKING SCREWED.
i am trying very hard not to cuss as i type or not to type cuss words because i fear that God will hold it against me for cussing and decide to retain me.
do i sound paranoid to you? it is because i fucking probably am.
i swear i didn't feel this way during the olevels although i swear i didn't study for anything except maths because without maths, even ITE wont take you in.

i dont feel like going to school but i have to, for the sake of frigging maths.
i get really mad at my boyfriend when he said "youre not supposed to think too much about it".
it's not like i can help it?
he has art to fall back on when he failed.
his plan b came easily for him.
i fucking dont have a plan b.
i am just another individual swept up by the throes of an impending globalised society.
and if no one knows me by now, don't fucking tag "it's okay, you'll do fine, you're intelligent" shit because i know that it is bound to come out from some of your mouths.
being intelligent doesn't mean you'll make it okay?
you've got to fucking shove the whole john sloman economics text and all the countless history resource packages and then make use of the information to please the bloody markers because you have been disallowed to regurgitate all you have learnt!
(i fucking hate the word "regurgitate"! everyfuckingone uses it!)

it is not okay until i know that i am promoted.
the bloody school is postponing this promo exercise which is a hindrance to some of us who actually want to study for our h1 a's this year (maths, malay and pw).
for the two years i've been in mi, they have been fucking demoralising us just because we scored based on l1r4 below 20 and not l1r5.
with their track record, it is not insane to say that the school is purposely delaying the year 2 promo exercise.

i am going to end this with something my mother said, since she is an educator as well.
"there is no way only tenpercent of your cohort promoted because your school, your principal, your teachers have to answer to MOE on why their students are doing soooo badly".

i suspect they will advance some of us but the question is, will i be one of them?
or will i slip through the bloody cracks?
and then what do i do?

-it is obviously me, why the hell does qam have to be worried about promoting or retaining right?

and you, you're nowhere near in helping me get through this because i dont see how you can, with you being in another school within a different system.

i shall take 506 to school today.

20081005

i dare you to fall in love

the thought of getting my fingers black again irks me. god..

its the last day of the week. gets so bluergh when sunday ends. i hate parting. its a disgusting feeling. oh germany..

no LJS breakfast. cranky. maths. crankier. cranky again. stop maths.
then what?

MOVIE UH THEN!!!

and no, we're not turning into those typical movie-watching couples. we just get bored and have nothing to do and we happen to want to watch (ok not we, only the girl) House Bunny.

then time stopped and we reigned the world for a few hours..

ok right now my eye hurts. and nat is rebonding her hair. omg.
and another "omg", i miss my gf.

ok mindflash!!

dont you find a certain beauty in sickness? a certain charm or intrigue? very stockholm syndrome, i know, but listen to me a second. why do you think we watch horror films or are so fascinated by gory accidents? its not just an intellect intrigue, its something more basic, more core, because lets face it intellect is one of our many delusions. this feeling is more of an instinct, its perverse, unwashed and bare, like a wolf chained up. i'd even be as bold to say its part of our libido, or at very least its brother wolf. because although we may not be so distasteful as to wear gimp masks and leather thongs, im sure you'll agree, theres nothing like the feel of a knife against bare flesh. nothing quite like the feel of nails down your back. its getting back to pure animal instincts because thats all we are really; schizophrenic animals desperately fighting nature and believe me when i say its a loosing battle.

xie xie ni.


*chomp chomp.

i won tickle war. when did i ever lose? wheeehahahahashdasdahha

tired wolf.

ye olde cranky mad-hatter = razorteeth in disguise (but still really angry)

(although he isn't angry at me!)

(i just read the news on the MP meeting the residents of serangoon garden on the dorms of the foreign (read: bangla, although it is not my intention to display what i would label as slight racism because i've grown accustomed to the characteristics of the human mind that God forbid(!) i may slowly think like them! therefore, for all the good bangla workers whom i know dont read this blog (and i also know that the bad banglas dont read this blog either) i apologise for generalising all of you in one category; banglas = bad.) workers) (WOW! brackets in a pair of brackets in another! must be all the functions and inequalities i've been doing!) ok, stop.)

(after i just typed what i typed above, i lost my train of thought for a moment but managed to catch up at the next station: i just read an article about students protesting on university censorship. the censorship is not about having co-ed toilets like those in american pie but rather, what NTU is doing to curb criticsm of the singapore government by their students. HELLO PEOPLE! ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT! AFTER YOU GRADUATE THEN CRITICISE LA! WHAT WOULDN'T I GIVE TO BE IN YOUR PLACE LIKE RIGHT NOW! BE GRATEFUL SCOUNDRELS! (i am so sorry, it is my really anxious academic conscience speaking.) )

(i really wanted to blog about what i am currently doing in brackets and with spaces in between but what i am currently doing now is typing this and your eyes are still devouring each word, hello there! how do you do? fine? me too! but wait, i think i just lied, i am never fine and i mean that in more ways than one. firstly i am not fine as in the "how are you/ i am fine (okay, normal, human)" kind of fine (and i dont know why i am not fine so stop asking! God, you can be so irritating! and if you weren't going to ask, then sore-rree, xcuze me!). secondly, i am not fine as in like the sexy kind of fine becaue right now, AS IN NOW, i feel really fat! i feel like every morsel of edible stuff i consume will make me gain weight. TSK. what an irritating feeling!)

(so i have been rambling and razorteeth's still not online. oh well, best i start on my WR. i am so lonely in school! i still think he shouldnt have dropped out you know. (and i dont fucking care whar YOU think. i am selfish but i am not your girlfriend so FUCK OFF AND DIE :D ) school's boring and dead without him and it's no fun, we cant like discuss how fucked up everyone is. we have a fucked-up-meter going on between us you know, oh well, cheers to our partnership! aren't you happy for us?)

(school's such a dick!)

(what's another word for miss? i think that word is so cliche, that phrase, /"i miss you"/ tens of thousands say it everyday, i dont want to be just like them! okay, this is what i am going to say to replace "i miss you" from now on; ahsisytuyvbhe. no, i was just kidding. until i can think of a phrase to replace that stupid cliche one, i shall still say "i miss". okay? GO!!!)

note: you have been in my mind for the time you took reading this. heh heh, if you dont like it, if it scares you because you dont understand my erratic thoughts and my jumpy tone, then, JUST DONT READ. or understand. (this reminds me of the offspring's disclaimer: if it sounds sarcastic, dont take it seriously, if it sounds dangerous, do not try this at home or at all, if it offends you, JUST DONT LISTEN TO IT. ixnay on the hombre baby!! hahhaha! i love offspring's dislaimer so bloody much!)

of course this is surely not yours truly, only razorteeth's,
ANNA. (yes twinks, i miss you! and hello nellenelmylittlebelle! my mum didnt know BT stood for BLOCK TEST/ she printed the secret stuff (HAHHAHAHA) from sajcmoodle thing for me!)

ps. i sound like im in a really good mood, dont i? no frigging way man, i've got a long written report (WR) to edit!

20081004

first orgasm- the dresden dolls (stuck in my head, by the way her first orgasm is the MORNING)

i had so much fun with razorteeth but you know what?
i felt guilty for not doing maths the whole friggin day.
but then, there is nothing more i can do than what i have already done because I SIMPLY DON'T KNOW HOW!
and after the fun ended, i miss him all over again!

bumped into the british ryry with another one of his countless angmoh girls, except this one's named giselle. the funny thing is, boy spotted him first.

i am so sleepy but my parents are so brutal.
like behemoth you know.
they are forcing me to get dressed to go visiting. like NOW.
I AM SO TIRED.
and i still feel guilty.

GOD BLESS MY SOUL PLEASE, i have been having nightmares about school.
it's either i got promoted but i failed my maths a's and thus, i'll have to redo the whole alevels
OR i passed maths but didnt get promoted, which is a pain because h2 lit new syllabus already and i have grown to like the identity foshiz.
either way, it is fucked okay.

im going to puasa enam from next monday, God be willing. PLEASE.
I NEED TO PROMOTE AND AT LEAST GET A D, DONT FORSAKE ME.

a very screwed vampire.
(why did i choose to live on earth? must be the magnitude of your nails of steel.)

20081003

EH YOU ALL CAN PERGI MAMPOS
WE DO NOT FUCKING MIX WITH FILTH
DO YOU NOT FUCKING COMPREHEND?

RUMOUR:

ONLY TEN PERCENT OF THE PRE-U II COHORT ACQUIRED PROMOTION STATUS.

possibility of me being promoted?
1/ 90percent.

start praying people.

what is so civil about war anyway? -civil war; axl rose, guns N' roses

20081001

I AM SO FUCKING ANNOYED
WHY THE FUCK IS GOSSIP GIRL TAKING A FUCKING HOUR PLUS TO BUFFER
CCB

20—year—old full—time NSman dies while doing chin—ups in camp

RIDICULOUS.
NOT THE GOVERNMENT.
THE NSman.
boo sama dia!

it's the beginning of the new islamic year and im already like this.
whyyyyyyyyyyy anna, you are a bitch!

my dad said (he is a 1966 baby) that during HIS time, the first batch of NSmen (should be 1970-plus),
they were all fit and the trainings were tougher and there were no frills as compared to now!

(my dad was also a hero and they called him Rambo. i am serious, son! he carried his really fat platoon mate on his back and RAN, fucking RAN, because the whole platoon had to finish like a 12km run or something together, if not, they'll be punished. AWESOME RIGHT. my dad is so cool. he also risked his life when he assisted the "blur-king" in the shooting of the live round thingy. the live round didnt go off and my dad had to do it because no one wanted to assist someone so blur, so my kind dad had to be the spotter. luckily the live round didnt go off when my dad unloaded it. does it spell hero or what?! plus, in relation to the topic, he was extremely fit, although that goes without saying because he has won like numerous soccer nationals and track nationals during his heyday! he still holds some athletic records, and it's been like 26 years! (my dad is only 42yrs old) he is my hero and i love my dad so muchhhh! :D )

so why is it that recently, there is an increasing number of deaths when these "men" serve NS?
TSK.
skipped your NAPFA years is it?
ah, the importance of NAPFA that the PE department in MI likes so much to emphasise!
if these are the people who are going to defend Singapore should we ever, God forbid,
involve our socialist-republican (that's how i see Singapore. democratic? no fucking way) ass in a war, i'll personally take an AK-47 and go on a rampage! (or whatever weapon they want me to use except a bazooka. i dont think my petite 151cm frame can take it!) i cant stand weak guys! all feminists have to admit that really, when an average guy wrestles with an average girl, the guy would emerge as victor! (although my inclination towards feminism exists because it's simply in my nature.)

i am so sorry (i truly am but i cant help being who i am) to those who are somehow related to this dead man for being such a bitch on this post.
my prayers are with all NSmen.

it's the new year; think good thoughts & keep your heart clean people! (although virtually impossible for some)
like mine for instance, it will take eons to clean the black.

with love, i love (especially vounte razorteeth hellforge), from all of me.
nur anna azmi/ tay shii -ann/ sh'tara cekahn/ sita