Monday, May 16, 2005 @ 14:05
number one hundred and thirty
my blog's birthday just past. it's now one year and 5 days old. now my blog is so pissed it wants to eat me. oh well.
w00t. last paper tomorrow. today. i'm slacking now. tomorrow's a massacre. many people will die during the chinese test. crap. they have so many things to learn, but only so little is tested. wasting my time. i think they should just change the whole format, now that the o-level format is different. so we can all practice what will be tested and not slave away at some words.
bio wasn't that hard. i just thought that the stomach was the kidney (-.-)
nothing more. cannot talk about things that i feel like talking about lest i get sued.
i think that they are just over-sensitive with all these censorship and stuff like that. not open-minded enough. not to all. but to those that make a real big deal about things that just might be true.
oh well.
zzzzz. stupid diablo 2 refuses to load. chinese must be controlling it. and council. you just have to take away two of my three days when i can just be alone at home with the tv and the computer and lots of free time. take it away and make me go to ubin to look at you people be fools. and watch movies in the avt. i'll go, if i had a choice which i don't, if you show band of brothers, black hawk down, the pianist, lord of the rings return of the king or lots of the simpsons episodes. i bet $50 for each of the movie that the play. meaning if they play the movie that i've mentioned, i'll give $50. first come first serve basis. limited to one person only.
bah.
hooray. i get to go to malaysia to slack in a resort. i could have slacked at home but i had to go to malaysia. to slack. zzzzzz.
need to go eat now. i'm hungry as hell.
no buzz.
so come on, tell me.
Thursday, May 05, 2005 @ 19:42
number one hundred and twenty-nine
rain has finally fallen on the parched land on which mortal men trod on.
and it had to do so during the oral and drag on after the oral. not on some sweltering night or afternoon, but during the oral. how convenient. my meagre umbrella hardly covered me. and my left side got soaked. just the left side of my body. (-.-)
chinese oral was fine. chen yu neng said the teacher was wang wen xian, and i thought it was wang wen xian. until i came home and discovered through the year book that it was wang bi yu. the teacher that chen yu neng warned us about. oh well. it was fine though. conversation was 2-way, unlike other teachers at other tables. all dead.
on my way back, i saw this damn bad boy gangster looking punk aka useless scumbag with no real contribution to the society. as it was drizzling, he was sheltered, by an umbrella. which his grandfather held over his dyed hair. then the grandfather was trying his best to cover his grandson's head while the punk just stood and ran his fingers through his hair, caring nothing for his grandfather who was half in the rain. what the hell is this. seriously, i think that guy should just drop down and die. i mean it. he should just die.
last thing before i go revise my chemistry.
somebody in class is really getting on my nerves. really getting on my nerves real badly. somebody is freakingly annoying and is real pissing. dog-eyed pest. really pesty. you're starting to go into my bad books now. watch your step. because if you ruin everything, i will never ever let you get away with it. ever.
buzz.
so come on, tell me.