| WOOOOOOOOOOOZY... |
[Jan. 26th, 2009|05:51 am] |
hello! it's going to be 6am and i have yet to go to bed. i'm at the twins' place and i just some macs breakfast! (paid for by lin but i'll pay her back).
results are coming out soon and i am scared shitless. RAHHHH! die die die. i need a futureeeeeeee.
going to play this thursday. whoo! should help in taking my mind off things. hopefully.
damn i'm tired. wooooozy.
i hate work. i wish money will keep pouring into my bank without me having to work. i need a suga daddy.
going to get some shut eye. |
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| FUCK FLYING. |
[Dec. 26th, 2008|11:09 am] |
hello. i know i haven't updated in years but i got bored of lj. so why am i posting this now? it's because i'm in taipei, waiting for my transit flight to singapore which is 8 motherfucking hours away. i hate flying. i miss singapore. and taipei has the world's most deserted airport. I SWEAR.
rahhhhhh. i wish i could run back to singapore. there are a lot of indians in this airport......how strange. ah fuck. goodbye world(eventhough only like 3 ppl ever read my blog).
MERRY X'MAS! |
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| motivation proclamation |
[Mar. 16th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
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THIS IS TO RENUKA, PRIYA AND ALL THE OTHER NON-BELIEVERS OUT THERE:
I WILL NOT LOSE MY PHONE OR FLUSH IT DOWN A TOILET OR STEP ON IT. I WILL PREVAIL.
so you guys can take those bets your placing and shove em up your asses. but i still love you guys. (: |
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| dyan's party. |
[Feb. 10th, 2008|08:56 pm] |
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common tests are tomorrow and as usual i can't bring myself to fully concentrate. and then there'll be parent-teacher meetings and then i'll be fucked. damn.
dyan's party was...INTERESTING. haha. the food was alright and the cake was goooooooooooooooooood. but the disco ball she tried to create was a total failure. haha. we (the indians) finally got to meet elvin and he's the strangest and funniest manjen guy i've ever met. no wonder he and joei get along so well.
right that's about it. oh. wait. i wonder if that bomb bag has exploded yet...
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| happy b'day mother!!! |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|08:28 pm] |
my mother's b'day was yesterday!!! she's 48 years old. 2 years away from the BIG 50. haha. but she looks so young. damnit. hopefully i inherit that form her. her little party was fun. haha. but she scolded me for buying her this body shop gift. so mean right? i spent all that money on her and she was like "why you buy??? you know i got 30% discount card at body shop right?". hello woman. some gratitude please. and she announced to everyone who turned up that i remind her of a fluffy bouncy ball. so now she calls me fluffy. for fuck's sake.
anyway, the first official week of school has ended and i already feel the pressing need to study. i hate hate hate HATE "A" LEVEL YEAR. and my econs is still 0. i tried to cope with mrs.koh's class but i cldn't keep up. imagine that. i'm not good enough for her classes. guess it's poetic justice.
touch rugby is official. feels good.
i like the new ppl in my class now. they're pretty nice. maybe they'll help dilute the tension. i miss val and renukas. hopefully they adjust to their new class fairly well.
what else? oh. DO NOT WATCH PENNY DREADFUL.
i've fallen back in love with incubus. god. i wanna go for their gig in march. damn.
whatever tomorrow brings, i'll be there. with open arms and open eyes.
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| got tagged by renuka |
[Jan. 6th, 2008|07:48 pm] |
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A. Found in my Room
1) my 3million and 9 facial products (all of which have failed to work) 2) a busted air-con 3) a lizard trap 4) clothes hanging off the chair 5) my bouncy bed
B. I've always wanted to
1) move somewhere far away, start over and see how different life can be 2) travel the world 3) know what its like to be a guy 4) get a place of my own and be completely independent 5) own a cash printing machine
C. Found in my Bag
1) books 2) perfume 3) wallet 4) a sweet from greece 5) sunscreen (which also doesn't work since i still get horribly black)
D. Found in my Wallet
1) my first-aider certificate thingy 2) money 3) a st.lukes hospital chairty sticker 4) a US$1 note 5) a whole buncha cards
E. I am currently into
1) showering excessively 2) growing my hair 3) the used's "smother me" 4) brian white,johnny depp and joaquin phoenix 5) things that go "infidellll".
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| poops, shits and turds |
[Dec. 26th, 2007|02:48 am] |
The Sound Effect Dump - You feel a noisy one coming on. Relatives, friends or work mates are within earshot, so you must employ some clever techniques to cover the disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is obviously very important here. At the precise moment of release, try the following sound effects: 1. Flush the toilet 2. Sing the first two stanzas of your national anthem 3. Drop a handful of quarters on the floor
The Houdini Dump - You go, then you stand up to flush, and the darn thing has disappeared. Where'd it go? Did it creep down the pipe? Did you dream the whole thing? Is it lurking out of sight? Should you wipe...maybe you should just to make sure you went. Should you flush? you'd better, because if you don't, you know it will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in
Ghost Poopie The kind where you feel the Poopie come out, but there's no poopie in the toilet.
The Perfect Dump - Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect dump, it's rare, but a thing of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with the splashless grace of an expert diver. But that's not the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you are in perfect harmony with it.
the above mentioned types of pooping apply to me. and that, is your anittha fun fact for the day. in my defense, i was hopelessly desperately bored. |
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| my will and final wishes. |
[Dec. 16th, 2007|09:52 pm] |
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hello people. i'm leaving for my trip tomorrow and since its apparently the monsoon season in phuket and the chances of getting killed by a rogue wave or by really bad turbulece is higher than normal, i decided to leave my last will and testament here.
lets see...okay. i want lin to have all the money ($58.74) in my POSB account. I want thin to have my pajamas (the one i've had since 5 and haven't washed for a year) because i have no idea what else to leave her. anyone who is around my size can help themselves to my clothes and shoes. oh. i want renuka to have my cow farm in india cause i think she'll be a really good cow sheperd-ess. i want rosh to have my push bra cause god knows she needs it. to val i shall entrust to her the responsibility of telling brian white that i think he is the hottest black guy i've seen in my entire life. oh. my schnukumps can have my locker and the bottle of tequila blanco hidden in my underwear drawer. i want the money i inherited from my grandfather to be donated to an orpahnage and an old folks' home. poooooooorani you were the bestest pw leader EVER. i want my body to be cremated and the ashes to be sprinkled all over brian white's body. i want my touch rugby team to get a freakin coach and i want the all blacks rugby team to dedicate a game to me. oh. and i want sylvia, joei, dyan and ziyan to be given manjens of the year awards.
right. that's about it. i love you people. please abide by my wishes. (: |
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| what is the point of living? |
[Dec. 13th, 2007|10:27 pm] |
this is something i just found. i wrote it during econs(the most useless subject in the entire world) on the 9th of april this year. judging from the tone of the letter, i was obviously really depressed when i wrote it but for the life of me i can't remember why. so anyway, here goes:
Why is life so precious? Why do people do everything in their power to extend their lifes? Why do the wealthy indulge in cryogenics? Why do the young and beautiful take pains to ensure everlasting beauty? What is the point of all this when one day, every human being will have to die and their existence and its very meaning fades away into nothingness.
The only thing that everyone, EVERYONE has in common in their lifes is Death.
Strange how some authors only capitalize "death" and not "life". As if "death" is the goal of life. As if "death" is the aspect that deserves respect. That dying is the reason why we're living.
Everyone's existence is of no real consequence. You may be a CEO of a powerful company, providing jobs for many but when you die, the sorrow and grief felt on the behalf of the living will be brief and someone will come along to take your place. The void you left behind will be whole again before your coffin is lowered into the ground or thrust into an incinerator.
And if that's the case for rich and powerful people then what will become of the rest of us, the lesser mortals?
Think about it. The hole you left behind won't be there for long. People move on, they always do. Memories fade. People will forget. You will be forgotten.
So, tell me please. What is the point of living? |
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[Dec. 13th, 2007|10:23 pm] |
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| | cheerful | ] | HAPPY BIRTHDAY PURANI!!!! i'm really glad i went and i hope you had a great time buying us alcohol and all. (: you're my favorite-est christmas tree. |
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