░“Part of being sane, is being a little bit crazy.”
I Know You Won't
Saturday, November 28, 2009

I feel so freaking bored. I have no idea why though. Anyway, this is some random nonsense that I did and uploaded on Youtube (ignore the title). In case you're wondering, all the music is the chorus and comes from the same album (and took me freaking long to do, especially w/ the editing) (which just goes to show how freaking bored I am - at least Ive found something better to do than watch television and eat chocolate and run around naked on Orchard Road).

I just went to Popular to get birthday presents for my cousins. And its so freaking hard to find a present for somebody, getting something they actually want. Got some murder mystery book for him, a Chicken Soup for Him, and a soundtrack of New Moon (seriously????) for her, and nothing for myself (I was supposed to buy my christmas present - which turned out to be stationery). I also saw the perfect book for Shi Yi and Ze Xuan. haha. But that depends whether Im happy enough to actually buy the presents because I feel kind of lazy.

Ah well. This song I wrote entirely here. As in, I didn't write it on Notepad and paste it here. I wrote inside that "posting box" thing, or whatever. And it's ah...True. Won't say who it belongs to, of course (that would be kind of stupid). I would...suddenly feel like, "No, this isn't going to work out". I sound so TaylorSwiftish (Rips a little bit from Untouchable - SO sorry) Never Mind. No idea what to name it, though. Help me think of a good title :) (Preferably a phrase or a clause in the song)(wanted it to be Next To Me. Whaddya all think?)

Must be the way you smile that makes me feel like flying.
Must be the way you laugh that makes me start unravelling.
I don't know why but when you look at me,
I turn my head the other way,
So you cant read my face.

Lying on my bed,
staring at shadows on the ceiling,
Imagine you're by my side, softly breathing.
I don't know why but I keep on dreaming,
'bout you standing by my side,
standing next to me.

(Chorus)
I keep chasing the sun,
across the diamond sky,
I keep wishing (u)pon your star,
But I can't reach your light.
You're like the dust that dances in my room,
under the golden afternoon.
I'm like a child, trying to catch it in my hands,
but it keeps slipping out,
like the smallest grains of sand.
So I face the truth,
I face reality,
But I still wish you could be here;
Standing to Next to Me.

I keep a pocketful of memories
to keep me spinning stories
Thread by thread I hang 'em above my bed
to keep me smiling.

It's not just you and me in this big, wide world.
I know we'll just speed, crash and burn.
This story does'nt have a perfect ending,
And I close this book before I have a chance to read it.
I don't know why,
but when I walk along the street,
I suddenly feel so empty,
like when you're next to me.

(Chrous)

(Interlude)
When you're Next to me
When you're standing Next to me

(Chorus II)
And I'm sitting outside your door,
Here on the floor,
Don't know what do do,
No idea what to say.
I can feel every heartbeat, compounding every worry,
And colours twisting 'round in front of my eyes,
What I want to tell you,
Just flies out the room,
When you look at me,
When you're next to me.
So I face the truth,
I face reality,
But I still wish you could be here;
Standing Next to Me.

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The Achilles Heel
Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Hi,

I don't know if I can beat yantong in world length (1670 words is a lot and a lot and a lot) so I dont think thi spost will be longer thanhers. And is it typed without checkingthe spelling, so pardon me for any mistakes I might have maid. (There's soemhting weird about me: I can only type fast when 'm actually looking at the keyboard) I've been feeling kinda emo too because sometimes, I hate the hols, sometimes I like it. My mother is still watching her Cruel Temptation (She saw the ad on TV, and rushed to HK to buy it b4 it even started :)

I just did a very stupid thing that has something to do with my new house. After I finished going over to my grandmother's house for lunch, I went back to my house, and I couldn open the door. I ended up twisting and turning and convulsing wit the effort to try and turn it, but then...No, my whole key didn't snap off (if that's what you're thinking, but it did happen to me b4). I turned aroud and was exhausted and saw this creepy old lady looking at me. Feeling very aware that I had just muttered some vulgarity that she couldn't possibly have heard, I ended up walking down 12 flights of stairs and exploring the "park" nearby, which is a slab of concrete with two trees in the middle and pigeons come to poop on people. Incidentally, it is pigeon mating season; that double pigeon roast dasted DELICIOUS. Ok, I don't eat pigeons. I eat chickens. Oh yeah, next to my new house, will be some place where there are 9 CHICKEN RICE COFFESHOPS. Oh, yeah, baby, welcome to paradise!
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Ok, so after that, I walked all the way back up (stalling for time) and I tried inserting again, but it couldn turn (again [surprise,surprise]). Then afterwasrds I realized that I had been using the wrong key the entire time...God, I want that half-hour of my life back. So, holdiays are boring. True, not true, whatver way you want to put it; because I have absolutely nothing to do here except watch TV...and TV....and TV...and television and the tube. One day my eyeballs are going to melf out of their sockets and splat on the floor. Squish. Like squirdward's nose in that Spongebob Squarepants episode. Hi, squishward. How's spongesob squashpants? Or something weird like that. I missed the Spongebob Squarepants you know, the finale of finales. The ending of endings. And the marriage of marriages because Spongebob gets MARRIED to sandy cheeks. Ew. That's like me (the sea cucumber [havent used THAT in a long time]) marrying Yantong (for classified reasons). Anyway, I dont think Matthew is here so I gues its ok to say that :)
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Speaking of Yantong, I wonde rif she likes my Disc? Hm...apparently its fantastic. So who likes maggie mee too? (Sry if you think its random, just read Shi Yi's sms) Poeple always say "Stop eating that, its so disgusting, it's gonna make all your hair and your teeth and your lips and your nose fall off! Its full of MSG and XYZs and PEEs!" "Are you done dribbling mother? Your noodles are getting cold." oh please. I'm sure all the cancer patients of the world would rather eat this painless alternative than go and get chemotherapy. Speaking of radiation, i just watched this "Seconds from Disaster" thing (I think zx has watched it b4...nt sure...) abt the nuclear plat which exploded, which "sent a cloud of radioactive nothings into the air". Radioactive molecules give out radiation in order to return to a neutral state, and all these radiation is floating around in the air trying to molest us by sticking to our skin cells. So before you breathe in, remember, radiation is everywhere; and you just inhaled a wasp.
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So what else can I talk about to compete with Yantong for longest post (hahar)(and now my post is in front of hers pffttt) So anyway, I still haven't unpacked fully for camp. I still haven't unpacked my toiletries and stuff because I have no idea what to do with them. I think I should reuse the toilet paper (obviously) and something else I should really do is clear out all my mail from this year. I've a;ready received that annoying, "slightly sexy" (not my words) message that "Your inbox is full. Please clear out your trash or else it will explode and destroy the internet. REMEMBER, its YOUR facebook account that's getting DESTROYED. Yours (un)sincerely, the board of terrorists. Wow, that would be a scary message to receive. And good/bad news ,my violin teacher is only coming on Thurs! Whoohoo! Wonder when he's getting married. He should retire after teaching for 14 years. After all, he's only 34. SO OLD, isn't it :) Retire and laze around on a lawn chair, sipping margaritas (cocktails); and best of all, no more violin! MUAHAHAHAHA!
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LAst time, whenver in primary school, whenever said something completely random ("I like hugs" in the middle of chinese lesson) the girls would go, "Ni jin tian wang ji chi yao a?" ie "You today forgot eat medicine a?" that sounds like PCK. (Should be PCKUN. pck ur nose). Anyway, that mole looks genetically attached (it dosen't have lots of ahirs sticking out of it). Anyway, I've always found people with hairs sticking out giant moles a bit..well...uncomfortable. Not that I'm judgemental or anything, it's just so. I mean, sure it can be fun to play with, and its bouncy, and it provides something to scratch when you're bored, but if I had it, I'd run to the nearest plastic surgery and cut it off with a blowtorch (which is what people do to their tongues (and during vasectomies [nah, jus joking.])) Its a bit...visually unappealing. At this point of time, many people are going to say "You cant judge a book by its cover". Well, you can with this one:
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Now THAT is disturbing. No offence but I dont wanna have 300 children, thank you very much. It cramps mah style, yeah. ANd the cover only shows one baby. Oh, and Im sure there will be a book II. My Second 600 Children. Wow, my grandmother would love to have 600X600 = 360 000 children. She'd have at least one guy to carry on the family line (not that she's ever mentioned it, but you know how crazy they are abt these kind of things)
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I think it's just my computer, but blogger is acting up again. What the *** is wrong with these line breaks? Today when I when to my grandmother's house for lunch (I just realized that this should have been at the front of this post but nvr mind) I was eating porridge and I was measuring the plate to see how big it was (seems to be a ahbit of mine, now) and she was saying, "Is there something wrong?" in this I'm-so-offended-that-you-think-my-coooking-isn't-good-voice and I was: "erm...no." And my cousin was yelling around the house, screaming some poem about her eyes hurting (yan jing tong) and digging her nose (wa bi kong) so I have a pretty weird and very-dramatic family, as far as family trees go. And I'm proud of that (mainly because I'ma bit scre*ed too :) Anyway, about her cooking, I realize that I'm liking vegetables more (I finished half the plate of brocolli last time). Good. Its a preparation for when I grow older and turn into a vegetarian/vegan (which is probably never gonna happen since I like satay, curry and fishball/egg soup)
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Since I'm talking about my family, do you know my cousin wants to be a model and a doctor? She wants to be a doctor so "she can poke people" (*ahem*yantong*ahem*) and "extract their blood". Luckily she dosen't know what Twilight is (if you don't know either, say so (and get insulted by thousands of fans across the globe (and the vampire hell) (so dont)) She also called our(ok this is another thing, since they're my stepmother's family, I dont know whether to call them "our grandfather", "her grandfather" or just "grandfather") grandfather a pig because he justs "eat, sleep, go toilet everyday". Well, I'm sure its a very intereting life because you can eat diff. stuff everyday (and pass out different kinds of "EWWWW" too) our organ also got shifted to their house so I still can play the organ! Yay!
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Also, my house has actually no "107" unti number, which is the only unit number it dosen't have from 1-22. Also, my mother lives (not me, I don't LIVE here, I'm just temporarily staying) on stor(e)y nine, so technically, its missing "09107" as with all the other stor(e)ys. Creepy.... (like Incredible Tales last night which I din watch cause its too scary that it'll give you nightmares. Well, I gave myself nightmares anyway, by going to failblog and seeing all the stupid things and I ended up dreaming about clowns kidnapping me and they out lots of make-up on me ("Please Don't Leave Me" and "Bad Romance" music videos) and they're forcing me into a golden cage with a tiny golden chair and all the poeple are staring at *ahem* my....er...unclothedness (I have some really weird dreams) Which is why I wrote another thing(Freakshow) which I don't wanna put here cause its my most emo yet (on the contratry yantong, that wasn't really emo, more of..hm...venegful or angry) (anyway, I only wrote the chorus, and my father happened to pass by and was like, "What the hell is that?" [He's probably going to send me to another psychiatrist again])
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Let's end with this post with something light. Outside my house, there is a tree whose flowers only bloom at it's top. Light yellow and orange flowers, and there are many white butterflies always flying around there. It looks magical, but, there are many black bird looking for a meal or something (I also mentioned the pigeon mating season) and I saw one bird just swoop down and...whoops. One stupid butterfly. But at night, there's always this drunk, half naked man lying on a bench with a bottle in his hand, with his slippers lying down there (I wonder if he's really drunk though) I wrote a Thing about that too (Home in a Bottle) In case you're wondering, it took me 1 hour and 15 minutes to write this post (including the numerous pauses to the toilet and facebook and other things) so it should be reasonably long; maybe it's longer than Yantong's :) And just a suggestion for the blogskin: make the picture bigger so there's more space here for the sidebar content as well as the posts here. Its just a suggestion, its really up to Fangyi :)
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(Wow this post has 10 005 characters, not including this sentence :)

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C-O-M-P-L-A-C-E-N-T

spells complacent. complacent complacent CoMpLaCeNt. nope. no matter what format it is, the word still seems as ugly to me. yeah. i don't like the word complacent. doesn't give me a nice feel. and yet, 2 teachers were inclined to use that to describe me. hang on. incase you didnt already know, complacent means to be happy with what you've got, and stop trying to improve. if i was, indeed, the super-prodigy that many memebers of our class insist that I am, this word would never, in a hundred years, be used to describe me. and yet it is. what does this tell you? to those dum-dums out there, yes, for the last time, I'm not a genius, NOR a prodigy, and im definitely not an inhumanly hard-working being.

no, no, no. I am merely an normal student who managed to somehow get a weirdly high GPA in term 1 due to a combination of luck, and the fact that i learnt some of the stuff taught in GEP previously. of course, this was the stupidest course of action to take, because then the teachers started having high expectations and obviously the only way i could go was downhill from there. duh. ok so i am complacent and have definitely slackened this term and could do better. the opinions of a certain teacher who shares a surname with our thinner da vinci teacher ( no offence really). kind of ok if you don't get this bit. now Im guessing this is because of the A- i got in a certain subject due to the fact that I am terribly long-winded and thus love descriptive writing and hence hate summary writing and therefore didn't really bother to put in effort in it.

hmm, yes, i guess i could have done better, absolutely, wouldn't disagree, but the thing is. sometimes, i feel like I've done my best, and teachers tell me i can do better. other times, I don't think I've tried that hard, but teachers tell me what a good job I've done. See my confusion? Im not really sure what it means to work hard anymore. Obviously, Im not zx, neither am i shiyi , thus i cannot be hundred-per-cent hardworking all the time. I try, i guess, but I am under the impression i do the most i can at any point in time. Of course, when i look back, i start to question, and i find things i could have done better. but the things is, i guess most people dont really get it that I just do. I don't really think about is this the best i can do? or i have to do it better. mostly, its just a vague feeling on oops botched that up, or im pretty satisfied with this, and you know, i don't really pay much attention to small voices in my head? so basically when i look back i think: yeah i guess i coulkd have done that. or wadever. but at the moment, i don' think like that. therefore, i tend to have to do badly once, before i kind of try to do better. I guess it was meant to be, you know the regaining confidence and "wow i can do this!" feeling, coupled with never always hundred-per-cent that made me relax a bit, slow down and not try so hard at everything.

ok then i have the next teacher who says I do work anyhow, that i am complacent ( again) put in just enough effort to scrape through but doesn't take work seriously and has an attitude problem. and hey. i was kind of shocked when i heard that. sure, i knew i wasnt taking this elective that seriously, i guess because it was optional after all. and partly because i never got what they wanted in lab reports. I mean, they ask qquestion s and i s=answer them, but sometimes i do get the feeling i have no idea what they're asking for and i have to put to gether some random reply because of my cluelessness?

or maybe what gave her this impression was the tthat i spent one and a half hours freezing my butt off on the com lab trying to find asnwers to a certain question, but just wrote stuff quickly down in pencil, not bothering to clean up at the time because i was so freakign cold and felt like i was getting nowhere? and then next thing i knew i was sick because i didnt wear a jacket in the com lab and of course i was in no mood, no mood at all to refine my answer and gave it to shiyi to hand up for me without changin anything. and of course that would be an attitude problem because being sick with a fever of 39+ degrees celsius couldn't possibly have prevented me from erasing the pencil marks and neatening my answer. i mean, so what if i felt my head was so heavy all i wanted to do was lie down? so what if sitting up was an effort? so what if i had to hand the report to shiyi on saturday when my fever was at its worst? granted, i got much better after that, and could entertain visitors to my house, but that was on monday. two days after the report submission and the two days in which i healed. yeah. maybe Im making excuses. maybe this is just rambling because anyway the teacher wont ever come here and all ive typed is just random sarcasm to myself.

or it could be the assignment we got. the fact that i only typed out the 12-step procedure and only went to collect the data every recess. i guess i knew that i used to be the one always trying to do the report, refine the report, add on to the report, but this time, i tried not to be so assertive? i guess because my other grp members started on the report themselves previously, and i missed the vital session in which they started typing the report, so i just left it to them. i just decided to finally let someone else take charge, to finally let them do the work just to see if i could take the back seat for once? just to see if i could just type the procedure and let them do the rest?

i think i was thinking along the lines of "they started this without me, so the info at that point in time is with them, so i leave it to them first" and "i shoudl let someone else lead" and " i guess I've done enough since they only asked me to check the results, even though i had company while i did that ( checked with friends so i was more willing)" i dunno what i was thinking. and i dunno, i dunno if i coulld or should have done more. and then i only wanted to quickly wrap upwhen i got to the lab to do our experimental set-up. well, sure, i had no idea there was anything else to do after that? i marked the points on my petri dish, put the oats and slime, but i had no idea there was more to our simple experiment. I don't know what i was suppsoed to have done. inspected the mold a bit more, hoping it would suddenly shoot into growth in the span of about 5 seconds? i dunno.

and ok, so maybe I was trying to finish quickly hence the "faster wrap up" but only becaus ei realised in chem experiments and all that i sometimes finished really slowly so iwas trying to be faster, for once. i mean, i thought ending later than 4 was totally too late so i tried to be fast, i think i was trying to prove ot myself that lab can be fast if im effecient. but apparently it came out looking like i was rushed cos i couldnt be bothered to spend that much time on it. I thought i acted the same, but i guess i tried to speed things up cos i hated being the last group to complete experiments all the time.

I mean, i dunno, i guess im not someone who can handle confidence. i need to be insecure to do well. and i just, dunno much i dunno anything, i dunno wad they want, i dunno wad to expect, and i dunno wad to do. i mean, realising i havent been at my best, makes me question: have i been slacking in taekwondo? shouldn't i be practising the pattern and stuff, just cos i got double promotion once im slackening? am i? and guitar? i stopped practising everyday, some times i forget and everything. am i slackening too? trying to practise as little as possible? could i do better? and the truth is i dunno. and it goes back, doesn't it, to me not knowing a thing when it matters.

i can say that maybe cos i had a total of about 1 close friend in that certain lesson, so i wasnt really inclined to do really well, and maybe having other ppl learn with me spurs me on? or it could be that i just couldn't be bothered with a lot of stuff after doing well in sem1 and realising i could relax a bit ( trust me i hate being at the top) and then ended up relaxing to much. or maybe i did too wel in sem1 and teachers then hhad impressions of me as a brilliant student and i started to dim, and they started goign after me for not trying to be 100%. but srsly, i think i would die of boredom or over-strain if i did go 100% all the time. and srsly, i dunno

totally clueless and now a fan of the word "dunno",
physics alien ( need a new nick for next year...)


My life, is stuck in the computer...
Monday, November 23, 2009

Hi,

(Stupid font) Anyways... Hi... Er... I dunno... Decided to post anyway, for no apparent reason, since I haven't done so in a while...

So here I am sitting in front of my comp typing this post while staring at Hatsune Miku at the top of my window (in the comp)... Part of the nifty little extras you get using Chrome... A bit limited though, this was the only one I liked, mainly cos of the colour scheme. Hatsune makes a nice extra to it. Go check if out yourself if you dunno who she is. You surely can't expect me to put a link here right? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocaloid#Hatsune_Miku well I did, oh well...

My exams papers are still sitting there on my table, on top of my files, below my foolscap paper. And inside my foolscap paper are notes I written down for humanities which I didn't study, and makes me wonder why I wrote I down (note taking is fun!)... And another pile of files sits below my table, and I cannot understand why I am not putting it back to the shelf... Did my room just get smaller or something? And why is that cra*** font always changing???

Changed a background recently. A tropical palm leaf into a ice blue mountain that looks so fake and photoshop-ed... But I like it, so too bad... I would really want to be in such a place (sounds so unlike me), sitting on the top of the mountain (with my laptop of course). Then I'll be on facebook playing restaurant city and trading ingredients while freeze up there.

Argh... I'm bored... I'm sitting here waiting for my virus scan to finish scanning so I can sleep. Another 12% to go... Why is it that it's so slow when I'm not at the computer and so fast when I am??? I so hate anti-virus software, they lag the comp and rarely "catch" anything. 11% more... I could always make a trip to the toilet, brush my teeth, get a glass of water, feed my guinea pig, clear my table, off the lights, read the newspapers and when I'm done with all that, I would be able to sleep. The thing is I already finished all that (except the clearing table thing), making the previous statement totally redundant.

Next book I'm going to get "How to smell a rat" (metaphorically, duh). And I haven't finished the previous one yet. Oh no...

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I sing. I dance. I steal stuff.
Saturday, November 14, 2009

The world is a sad sad place (from this statement alone, can you guess who i am?)
Im watching the 9-11 on History Channel
(conicidentally its on channel 9 (starhub tv) and the time is 7:31 (7+3+1=11)
nah, im just finding "stupid miracles" like National Treasure.
My mouth is burning after eating too much otah which cost 600 dollars a packet.

So, I was kind of disappointed with my exam results a few days ago (i.e. 2 milleniums ago)
And I got kind of p*ssed because my mother was coming back from HK (hoover kingdom)
So I wrote this poem/shit thing about burning the house down.

i don like the truth i like the lies
that keep haunting me till the day i die.
(i make you scream)
youre screaming at my face while im lying on the couch
go bungee jump off a building without a tying a rope
people wont care theyll think youve just been doing dope
without a shred of hope youre rolling down the slope.
(yeah, i pushed you down!)

maybe ill burn in hell for what ive done,
but you gotta admit it was so much fun
ill throw the sledgehammer out the window after breaking your door.
even i know that i cant be trusted
ive long since whittled out my conscience
without the voice in my head telling me what to do,
im gonna start the countdown.
its be the most beautiful sound. (ticka-tock-ticka-tock)
enjoy the demolition.

You think You know me lookin over my shoulder
tryin to understand the words im typin on your computer
dont scream and scream dont break at the seamsw
hat it registers in your brain what im trying to say.
gimme a high five while you're flat on the floor
youll be crippled from life thanks to your thirty-story fall.
dont cry when you see your wheelchair
itll make it easier for me to push down the stairs.

i hate this house, but i love the sound
of your lifelong dreams falling off the silver screen.
dont say that im crazy, youre the one thats insane.
like this mad world like this song
like these words like these songs.

enjoy the demolition.
enjoy the pretty lights. Enjoy the wonderful sight.
Your life's burning down.
start the countdown.

yeah, well, blah. Im pretty bad, aren't I?
(btw, dope is Cannabis, cocaine, heroin, opium, or methamphetamine)
Its a good way to vent out my frustrations :)
Anthony Yew wants you to join their crew in Mafia Wars,
a Mob-style game of combat & criminal empire played on Facebook.
Start out as a small-time hood and fight your way up to ruling your own crime family!
er.....yeah. Whatever.
Im thinking I should start playing games on my own account (instead of my cousins)
and I should stop spamming all of my pri sch ppl with friend requests.
Er....who the hell are you?
Im just your average, child-eating monster who dreams about *** (according to Matthew at least)
Hey, im gonna take the Do you....wei xuan quiz now!
HA! Im compatible with myself! In YOUR FACE MATTHEW! (I just told you who i am -.-)
(oh, and you spelt my name wrongly (wei xuans))
I knew there was something behind it when I said parents suck.
Mainly because they want to see Ms Chua cus I got B- for my History exam -.-
Good luck to me.



Human Bat Prank. Was on Yahoo.


In the midst of the weekends...
Saturday, November 7, 2009

Hi,

(I realised I was posting in my own blog so I cut it over)

Ok, I'm getting bored clicking on "---Mo91o7" only to end up on the same page that has been dormant for weeks (other than the recent update). Looks like I have to do something about it.

Nothing much going on these few days, since theres no school anyways. Interesting (or not-so-interesting) events:

  1. Internet breaking down
  2. Yan Tong saying that I'm being unhealthy slacking throughout the holiday (I did not! hah!)
  3. Drawing loci on my humanities essays (that was before the exams)
  4. Realising I cannot bring myself to squish centipedes like how I did 8 years ago -.- (not that I wanted to anyway)
  5. Realising that the time time taken for my dad to walk a whole round around Admiralty Park (taking photos and such) = Time taken for me to jog and walk 3.5 rounds around the whole place. Should have a physics equation for this.
  6. Computer games are boring.
  7. Started playing runescape again (hehe)

Random joke:

One day, a salesman was out golfing with a nun of their town to try and to tell her about a new air conditioning system that would benefit her convent. After lining up his put, he took a shot, missed, and said with annoyance “God dammit, I missed.” After hearing him say this, the nun advised him to watch his mouth, or god would strike him down. Not sharing the same beliefs, he pushes her comment aside and goes to pick up his golf ball. After some time, the two golfers ended up at the next putting hole and just like the first time, the salesman lined up his put, took the shot, and missed. Getting a bit angry this time, he exclaims, in a rather loud voice, “God dammit, I missed!” After her shock at hearing this for the second time, the nun curtly tells the man she is sure that if he said such an offensive thing again, the lord would strike him down. Turning towards her, he makes it quite plain that he thinks everything she is saying is complete baloney and that she should not be talking about his behavior when they were on a business outing. A bit shaken, they both arrive at the last hole. After precisely lining up his shot so he was sure he would not miss, the salesman taps the ball towards the hole. It was a beautiful shot, gliding right towards its target until a slight breeze blew it to the left, causing it to miss the hole by just an inch. Throwing his club down in fury, the salesman screams “GOD DAMMIT, I MISSED!” After his colossal outburst, a dark cloud emerges above the two golfers and a rumble of thunder makes the ground shiver. Suddenly, a huge bold of lightning comes down from the sky and strikes the spot where the nun is standing. After the cloud of smoke clears and only a small crater remains where nun had been standing, only moments ago, a huge, rumbling voice bellows from the sky, “GOD DAMMIT, I MISSED!”

I love the part about "only a small crater remains" hahahahahahahahahaha can you imagine it?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUu-UuNcU-k&feature=related a bit overdue, but since I discovered it recently =.="

Got another 4 days of no school, and then we get our papers back, and hope that the situation wun be as ridiculous as the last episode of "your class or mine" (I think only Benedix would understand this). Dun forget to wish Mr Ng happy birthday on Monday, which is 2 days later, and I only realised that now, which means I wished him happy birthday 2 days in advance instead of two (oops...)...

More random quotes:

Obeliskos: By God, this part sounds like it was written by a human.

3volution: Beating men under my UMBRELLA ELLA ELLA EH EH EH UNDER MY UMBRELLA.

Pixel Bunnie: Love comes in all different shapes, sizes and colours; sometimes even with a rechargable battery.

Gillis: But meat tastes oh so delicious.
Lily Nicole: I'll bet yours does ;]

---: John is the best person you can get when watching movies. There was a scene when this guy was dying and the whole place was silent. And then in the midst of the silence he piped out: "Oh this guy is dead lor".

Jollyfrog

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November Class Outing (10 NOV)
Thursday, November 5, 2009

Details confirmed.
Please contact me if you are going. (Call, Sms, Email, Tag @ my blog).

Venue: West Coast Park, then my house to freelance/bus to Alexandra Arch walk to Vivo.
Date: Wednesday, 11th November 09
Timing: Around 10.30am to 4.30pm (you can leave early/late)
Lunch: Eat somewhere near West Coast Park
*Bring money for your lunch.

How to get to West Coast Park (if you don't know):
Bus - Alight at Hong Leong Shopping Center
(the blue-coloured shopping centre which is quite short)
Bus nos. - 97, 97e, 154, 197, 198
We'll be meeting at the bus stop in front of Hong Leong Shopping Centre.
Depending on which bus route you take, you might be alighting opposite Hong Leong Shopping Centre.

Fangyi.

P.S. Someone bring a video to watch at my house?