I have A furore of events coming up.
I am terribly busy.
NO time even for projects or guitar lessons.

So , sorry Cal. But I can't take charge of the Econs thing.
Christmas period is too busy a time.

I have to visit the Filipinos.
Practices for Christmas programme.
BOTH in the kids church and the filipino service.
I have that long overdue outing I need to fulfill.
I need sleep.
And I did about 6 more hours of daylight.

Cheers,
On the bright side, The filipinos are GREAT.

Kudos.

I've been very bitter lately.
Or rather. Now.

Excuse my biting tone.
I'm a cheerful guy. But there is no need to doodle my daily joys on this blog.
It's for mostly bad stuff.
Basically.

I like most people, I will help you if you broke your leg and needed to cross the PIE.

As I said before, Pardon my Iniquities.

Act cool.
Oh, thou words siketh my soul.
I don't like Grace.
I don't like her when they talk cause I don't laugh about jokes about red string.
Or jokes via stupid actions.

I do find them juvenile.
There. You're been thinking again.

The Sic'me word.
Forget it and wander.

They say sticks and stones will break my bones and names will never hurt me.
How true.
Names instead make me want to hurt people.
That's worse.

The topic of Cos can be adrupt. But there is this retreat thing again.
Jason, Gilbert, Grace. C-hin-sey.

Smile and laugh at Naruto?
Canter to the tune of Charged Enthusiam?

There, It's creeping in again.
And again, I apologise.

But hit me.
Come on.

Tres Bien.

Chinesey aura for dumb slags.

Ask for help when army beckons.
You're 18.
Screaming naviety.

Exclamation over who got worse marks.
Clam up.

Vituperations scatter like buckshot.

Big, grinning joker-like facades with brains the size of a nerd's pituary gland.

SPITING proper people.
The royalty of one who dabbles on current affairs.

"wa! you read newspaper sia!"

Spend hours micro-ging de face,
And they speak of DOTA.

Defense of the Ancients.
Or so it sounds.

Punk ass fools.

And thus the transformation.

I should have went with my head. NOt my damn gut.
Bloody hell.
That's 12 marks gone. 30 %
Bloody hell
I need some Britain.

Cheer, me up.

I think cahooting is childish.
And it can go too far.

I need to study.
Cliched it may seem.
If one lets it roll around in the mind about 3,765 revolutions.

Goodness marketing.
At least for some there's no right or wrong.
Whoever said cannot bluff is wayy wrong.

Tis borin. everything's borin.
I wanna go out with beebee or smt.
OR Hengs.

ON a brighter note, I'm heading to Philippines on Christmas.
A bit of a diff comparatively to where i went previously.

Well, USA next year ain't bad too.

Cheers, I need to read.

Ho Wei - 14/04/89
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