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the above photos are my entries for the Canon Digital Dreams Contest with the original pictures, smacked below. photos are taken with much credit from my cameraman, JASMINE! using my lousy phone. :( and my face looks so lmao, so please don't laugh. "/ i hope i win through all the hard work. ahahha.




and you'd think that i was lying on the floor, but nahh-ahh, i was standing. the iron was stuck on to the wall using simply blutack.




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"ohhh nooo, not another one!"

**stuffs and munches**

"god, chenyaan, you better take the last one, i cant take another one of these mufffffff"

*kabooooms*

and so, i had my near encounter of a nuclear explosion from a case of over-muffinization this afternoon. chenyaan had came over for the afternoon and we decided it was prime time for baking a little muffins. well, they were a hit, but there was probably a little too many of them baked. they smelled good, they tasted good, but i am not going to touch another muffin for the next few decades down the road.

my stomach still hurts, with all that muffin cramped within.


i could not find the muffin molds at home, so we had to make do with the aluminum jelly molds, and we came up with grape-shaped and fish-shaped muffins. weird huh? chenyaan thought so too. and then halfway through the preparation of the batter, i must been bananas to suggest that we could use the rainbow sprinkles for decoration. with that, chenyaan starting making it snow rainbow sprinkles. soon the batter was dyed rainbow, and the batter filled in the mould was coated in a thick layer of rainbow sprinkles. talk about colour terror, i would rather i had been colour blind.

there were of course, a few that were salvaged from the rainbow disaster. they turned out good, and they were nice. but we should have asked along a few more people so that it didn't seemed like we had to eat muffins for the rest of our lives.

muffins muffins muffins. i wish they would cease to exist for the moment. chenyaan ran off home after that and left me with more muffins to look at. oh my, my brand new phobia of muffins.


well, other than muffins, the past few days had been prime time kitchen hussle. i decided to try out paula deen's pumpkin gooey cake. no spills, no mess. jsut a little too sweet. i guess paula deen has an achilles' heels for sugar.

but you can try out the recipe, jsut search for the episode of rachel ray where paula deen made a special guest appearance for thanksgiving recipes. oh i love my kitchen.
there was a little tension in the room, my vision started thumping, in synchronization with my heart. there was rapid breathing, and mist started coming out of my mouth. my eyeballs squirmed with affray as my fingers hardened and my toes shriveled in place; i fell to the floor, startled, as my butt shatters into smithereens of ice crystals.

"ahhhh! my butt, oh my poor butt! stupid cold weather."

alright, that was slightly exaggerating, but my main point still remains on the fact that the weather is frigging coldddd. in fact, i am already hoping that the air-con boy from my statistics class whom i criticized several posts before, is at my house now. or maybe, he has already flown up to the clouds and has began his constant tuning of the temperature via an imaginary air-conditioner up in the sky. and he better stay up there till the weather make a turn for better warmth.

i can't stand such a pooor weather. i mean its nice to stay in bed and read books and snuggle all day, but stilll its the holidays, when i should be out there and kicking people's butts. i do hope the sun comes out real soon, in fact, i can imagine the moon slapping her husband for slacking on the job already. or maybe he has become impotent, so maybe we should send some viagra up there. whatever it is, come out my sweet sun, before i go up there personally and, you wouldn't want to know what happens next.

a fat boy sat on my hand today. no, it was not because i did not move my hand away. it was more of because that his butt simply and abominably overflowed his own seat on the bus and conquered part of my seat, taking my hand hostage at the same time. i think they should just make buses wider, with more spacious seats. in the least, more people can sit. and lesser people would get sat on too.

ouhhh buses are wayyy too mini to go public.
"i feel so shag."

funny. no, not that camps are obviously tiring, but more of because of the use of that particular word, shag. before starting classes in polytechnics, you usually go through a series of annoying yet compulsory camps. and during these camps, the seniors would always "cool"-ly use the word shag. the orientation group leaders would ask if you were shag, if the programs are shagging, and stuff.

the truth behind which i find the word funny, is because it plainly means getting fucked till you are drop-dead tired. i have no intention of being rude, but that is what the word means, literally. in any other way, it also means that you are a coarse piece of cloth. so each time someone tells me that they feel shag because of school, that they feel shag because of reading the lecture notes, my head goes on and shock itself with the bizarre idea that the person using the word just had sex with his lecture notes, such that he got reallyyyy tired from it; or that school actually magically transformed him into a coarse piece of cloth. wow. and the thing is, they can still talk in that i-am-so-so-so-cool-for-using-this-cool-word kind of manner. how thick can one get?

well, the proper use of the word to say that you are exhausted, would be to say that you are shagged-out. rather than just using shag. so the next time before you think its coool to say shag, think again before it comes out sick. pfffft.

the people in the television screen ran through fire, jumped into leech-manifested marshes, and even climbed spiked nets.

no, it wasn't an advertisement for a new action hero movie depicting men trying to survive a series of disasters and all, neither was it some circus freak show. it was a some reality race show in europe. i kind of figured that caucasians preferred to situate themselves in peril. they even get medals from participating, i can like picture someone going off :

"all my hair was burned off, but it was exciting!"

i would be, slightly entertained. things people come up with jsut to go on tv.

i don't see how your can relax your mind by attaching this helmet to your head. serenity? nahh, no doubt more like plain stupidity. i don't know how this advertisement amuses me, but it jsut does.

each time i pass by one of these posters, my mind gets struck with the image of my eyeballs goggling out of my sockets as the helmet tries to suck my brain out while i pull it off in frenzy.

"the aliens! they are here! ahhhhh! help! i don't want to lose more of what's left of my pea brain!"

oh my, the invasion of alien technology. that's freaky.

earlier this evening my dad walked up to me and started laughing in my face. it finally happened. my dad's loose screw finally came off. for a second, i thought he might have been wearing one of those OSIM head massagers. nahhh, that's not what happened. apparently my opera-obsessed dad was watching some comdey opera earlier on, and he obviously couldn't keep his mind off that whichever ancient joke. now before i go on, i shall ease all of your little faces of unclad shock by confirming the fact that chinese operas do exist with comical versions. its just like another one of william shakespeare's comedies, just that it's in chinese and packed with glass-breaking voices, plus alot of, plain, dry humour. and i mean dried dry humour. old men just laugh at everything, don't they? look at my dad, he even laughs at me when i was jsut looking at him.

i went swimming this morning with eugene, and then i spotted tanjingmin with her scandal. one day i shall come up with a book called "tanjingmin's scandalous 101". hahaha, no, i wouldn't be that bored to do that. so anyways, i was sitting by the pool, and this distinct laughter started piercing through my earphones. yeah i realised too, that i am mostly surrounded by people with weird laughter, no doubt i have a weird laughter too, i even have people who laugh and then tell me that they forgot how to laugh.

and going back to topic, i heard the distinct laughter, and as i ventured on, i found this girl playing water splashy with someone! woohoo, as if the weather was not hot enough. i shall not go into details. because i love it when people assume and presume, and then more gossips start popping up. that's the best part about life.

my guppies are flirting with each other, oh my god.
i found this spoof version of "charlie bit me", and it's kind of funny cause the guy in the background laughs like some turkey.



just the other day, i took the train ride home with sharon, nithya and edmund. and we talked about how nithya would be like when she was a baby. we were all speechless at the thought of that. but i guess i found the answer after all. :DDD



im quite sure nithya would have been like that baby experiencing the tunnel trauma.

exam's just ended. and i think i may have to repeat a module or two. but what the heck, its the holidays! cant be bothered.
ten minutes to go, and the air, it dont feel clear. says:
we saw him
ten minutes to go, and the air, it dont feel clear. says:
and den we talked bout u
Kendrick says:
WAH
Kendrick says:
WHY EVERYONE TALK ABT ME

cause you are an idiot kendrick, an idiot. hahahaha, you bloody fool.



well, somebody bring nevil to me now! i would be more than delighted to stuff his head in the toilet bowl now. he came up with stupid questions in his stupid paper today, asking repeated stuff, or stuff that never should have been even made known to mankind. i shall make pancakes out of his cheeks.

after the paper we studied at sharon's, again. and yes, her mother stuffed steph and i to death, again. sometimes i wonder if there was ever a revival elixir, how many bottles or litres would i have already wasted from laughing too much, eating too much, and studying too much. i pictured myself like a bullfrog that popped like a bubble from its own case of a freak accident, where it croaked and swelled too much. in this case, i guess i ate too much. you think?!?!

i was thankful for dinner and all, but steph's constant complains of "sharon. im stuffed, sharon." was not helping in any sense. once or a millionth time, i had the urge to slap her till the lady finger went dehiscent in her mouth, for my stomach was in nowhere of a better state.

on the other hand, sharon's laughters were diabolically setting themselves off and reverberated off the walls of her room. apparently that witch told her mum that she did not want to have dinner, and was neighborly kind enough to forget to help us tell her mum that steph and i would have preferred a tenth of the usual serving size. thanks to her, i felt pregnant enough to be unable to sit up straight, or even dared to lie down flat on the floor to continue writing my notes. i think i would have just spilled over the contents in my stomach.

we decided to cut some slack, and watched a little youtube. we ended up laughing endlessly, over my weird ass laughter, over russell peter, and over a toddler trying to pronounce blood. in the midst of our laughters, there was a distinctively sound of what seemed like a balloon letting loose, or simply, a fart. steph's face had a collection of 10% of "what the fuck just happened", mixed with a little 10% of "how do you think i should react" and maybe another 70% of "tell me that was not the nuclear bomb". there was an awkward silence, until much to my amazement, i heard myself saying a guilt-ridden "sorry", and made a further gesture of moving myself till the other side of the room.

you see, i have had a day's worth of flatulence due to the timing of the paper being placed at lunch time this afternoon, for a whooping hell two hours. i emerged from the room with my massive gastric eating me inside-out. and so, tell me, is it not hard to keep yourself from farting when you are laughing like some mad shit hyena, while your stomach is swelling up like someone's blowing it like a ballooon?!?! well i couldn't, unless you would shoved a cork up my ass. so i helplessly farted, much to steph's disgust, and much to both our amazement, sharon reacted totally like nothing had happened. it was so bloody loud, and she heard nothing of it. damn it, i shouldn't have admitted it then. hahahaha.

alright, enough of the typing therapy for juicing out all that stress.
in the wee hours of the night, nothing but the distinct scraping noises of my pen tip touching the paper echoed throughout the living room. my eyeballs struggled irritably within my sockets, meaning to jump out any time, waving white flags and surrendering themselves to their diabolical owner. every bit of information rewritten into point form was slowly but effectively etching onto my brain, like colored ink dye diffusing its infectious flamboyance throughout a puddle of clear water.

i spent my afternoon over at sharon's, together with steph and of course, sharon. let's also not forget to mention sharon's mother, whom i assumed had the intention to make stuffed artichokes out of steph and i, using mainly food, and more food. we studied like there was no tomorrow, and stuffed sushi into our mouths like there was no tomorrow as well. we stopped at occasional random moments where everyone simply lost their attention spans. many a time, my mind was struck with the vision of the three of us running around the room like psychopaths, chasing after little kids wearing clothes labeled "attention span". at the end of the day, i looked down upon my efficacious trophies metamorphosed into paper form. this was the very first time in my entire life, where i took seriousness in studying, with much fecundity. i finally put a full-stop to the studying of two whole modules. and i would gladly burn these papers now.

initially we had decided on studying at the library in woodlands, but much to my abhorrence, we found the library packed full. this time, it was a situtation wayyy beyond that of the jurong east library incident from yesterday. it almost seemed like there was a contest amongst the libraries to answer a certain question, namely, "How many people can one library tolerate?". my answer to that would be, without a doubt, infinite. the number of people at the library was overwhelming, you can make them all lie down and carpet the floors of the whole library. or simply, bomb the library, and let the population be left with only the old men and women stuck in the old folks' homes.
my diagrams of fishes drawn when my mind was at a total blank, when i was rather eager to grab the lecturer and stuff his head into the toilet bowl.
and i had a liking for this life cycle diagram, for some alien reason.

anways, i left sharon's house when my mum called and started sending high frequency shrills over the phone, with much disturbance to my ears. just when i decided that i should take the train ride home as there was no bus services till bukit batok, sharon did something embarassing. as the three of us stood, queueing for the standard ticketing machine, we noticed that an overwhelming sea of blangadesh workers took over the majority of the crowd. with the queue getting longer along with their appearances, steph began twitching her face into the oh-i-hate-sundays mode. it was the you-know-i-know kind of situation. all until there was a sudden loud bald-faced cry of "well, they migrated here~".

the man in front turned behind with an astounded face, almost as if someone told leekuanyew he looked sexy with all the old man freckles. as steph and i turned our freaked faces to look for the source of the sudden disturbance, we saw a familiar figure wisped out of view with rushed footsteps. any louder, that particular individual would have gotten us trampled under a sea of angry foreign workers. not that i dont like their presence, but just simply that sometimes they leave us in squeezy situations and a slightly more darkened environment. neither would i be willing to get trampled by them, or prolly coerce us to bath in curry.
i wish my window to freedom opens up soon, then i can put all these exams behind my mind.
i came online this morning to find a certain SOMEONE relating to me on her story about her fear of large stray dogs. i asked her why and it turned out that she was exceptionally afraid of large dogs, especially the ones that were as tall as me. as i read her replies, i was pretty much left astounded at what she had said.

the thing was, i have an abashing height of 183 centimeters and if there was ever such a huge dog of that same height, there might just be a movie coming out on DOGZILLA (i put it in purple as the idea of that would just simply be, so gay). and so in order to pacify my great astonishment to her great exaggerations, she came down with the conclusion that the dog was three quarters her height. and then she sent me a very tasteful drawing of her situation with the huge dog. at the same time, she explained that the dog reached her thigh area when standing at its full height.
you guys must be wondering, how come her thighs were considered as three quarters of her height? well, the same dilemma dawned upon me too. highly amused, i drew out how my friend should actually look like in real life.
she looks like that. because up till her thighs were considered as three quarters of her height, and since her head would make up seemingly the final quarter of her body, her hands grew out at her hips. no wonder the dog terrorises her, because she thinks she looks like what i drew. lmao. and in case you guys are wondering again, no, my friend does not look anything like that at all. she looks like a perfectly normal human. she was merely stunned from studying with all that information overloadibish, i guess.

studying, was nonplussedly productive today! apart from finding the library packed full with an excessive amount of humans, it was ok. the jurong east library was seriously packed today. i meant seriously. if there was ever going to be a bombing incident at the library today, half of singapore's population would have died out. everywhere i turned was handful of eyeballs looking up staring upon my appearance, giving that look of "as if the library was not repleted enough", you would think i would not have given the exact same look as otherwise.

well, i studied with jasmine, and i got fuller into the mood and eventually completed 95% of my revision with medical microbiology! i even drew diagrams, and was furthermore proud of them, in a smug way.
this would be the human immunodeficiency virus also known as AIDS. it has annoying spikes made up of gp120 and gp41, which i have a fairly low concerns for. who cares if HIV has spikes, i would bloody pluck them off with delight when exams come.
and this would be the Influenza virus, with neuraminidase all over them. neuraminidase breaks down sialic acid, which i have no wish upon to tell you what they are; neither would you, i believe, even want to know or hear about it. and so, who cares about Influenza anyway? i dont care if it has eight RNA segments or even eighty RNA segments! i would gladly shove it in the lecturer's mouth if he asks that in the exams. i hate exams. ahhh, feel my odiummmm. pfffft.
last but not least, we have the hepatitis A virus, which is naked for your bloody information. i dont understand why there must be exams when viruses dont even bother to wear clothes. oh mother papayas.

on our way back home, we ran into yanglu on the train. but we did have a series of hilarious moments before yanglu even noticed our existence, with much thanks to jasmine. we spooked out a few other passengers with jasmine's constant determination in getting yanglu to notice us. why spook? in this case, she gave out a few soft cries of "yanglu" in susurration.

imagine soft "yanglus" being projected across the train carriage, sending chills down your butt. a group of ladies busy in their tittle-tattle stopped and turned around with what seemed like freaked faces, the lady sitting opposite sniggles in unison with our laughs of utter most embarassments. on to the next desperate attempt, we waved our frenzied hands away each time she strayed her eyes in our direction, probably disturbed by the previous moments of spiritual callings. that girl might have been blinded by the stamps pasted on her eyes, or she was simply, plainly blind. it then took a few more exhilarated waves and sniggles from the lady sitting opposite before yanglu finally noticed us.

i rarely take the train rides, and sometimes, i think i know why. i guess i realised subconciously that i always end up embarassing myself on the train with my dear old friends.

ok, back to killing my brain cells.
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or you can simply locate them under P.Osh, at our very own, DOBHY EXCHANGE!
they sell one of the most indulgingly desired brownies on the surface of Mother Earthhhh.

it's definitely not just that exquisite style of marshmallows and rainbow sprinkles melted over the top of the slice, yet it's that delectably luscious bite of chocolatic chewiness that cuddles right onto each and every one of your fat little taste buds. im not exaggerating.

their brownie is so good, they make you want to cry for mummy.
while you are at it, try out their chocolate chip nibbles too, and then go figure out why they refuse to simply just call it chocolate chip addictives. one bite, and your mouth just would not stop begging for more.
you ask me about the taste? why not you try one for yourself and get cconvinced that they are seriously good. :)
starbucks is one great companion for studying, besides having the cashier flirting with your friends, they also provide great entertainment by spelling your name wrongly. khalisah got khalish or something, and i myself, have gotten alfer, lfred, and even delferd before. and I'm not pissed, cause i had a great laugh anyway. and then i realised that the lady likes me so much, that the whipped cream oozed its way out of the cup. talk about generosity.

as i was thinking of saying, studying the past few days had not been as effectually seminal, nor utile, at all. i practically wasted my time like how people would spend time figuring out ideas on how to shut out their mothers' nags. well technically, mothers have a very strong vocalisation, so just live and let live.

studying had not been productive partly because i did not have the mood, nor want to have the mood. and to this, i dragged khalisah into deep shit. hahahaha, i met up with her on the idea of "studying" and we ended up talking about life stories. i realised how comparable our lives were, especially towards our brothers. and as EMPHASIZED on her blog, twice, studying with me was wayy beyond unfruitful.
this reminds me of kart my favourite best fart, who is now in NZ and sleeping away as i type. you pigassshit. :DDD

KART : what the fuck, look at the size of that thing lah! its like twice as big as my fucking tiny burger.
ALFRED : yours would be a whooper JUNIOR my dear, so duhhh.
KART : but its fucking big lah, its like a bloody piece of mutated beef patty.

or so, that was what the conversation was about. this time, it happened to me and khalisah. and for your information, her reaction was not as exhilarating.

anyways, in case you guys were getting nauseated from simply looking at the previous post posted up under the same date as today's post, you are already braave enough. *thumbs up*
sharon is one naggy bitch, aint she? i know i know, everybody agrees without a doubt.
this is one long post.

IT TALKS ABOUT HOW LONG IT TAKES SHARON TO GO OFFLINE!

LET'S SEE...

||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
ok la gonna get back to studyin
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
so kendrick also pass i think
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
HAHA
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
ok
study hard
wait for ur good news tom
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
definitely la...that lazy ass was with us what
sigh i'm freaking scared
but thanks will see u tmr
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
haha
relax
ok
see you
and kendrick might not be joing us
so maybe u wanna start screaming at him now
hahahha
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
HAHAH
HE'S ONLINE??
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
i think so
yah he is

Kendrick has been added to the conversation.

OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
TA-DA
Kendrick says:
O_O
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
lol
prob playing games again
Kendrick says:
nah
im at facebook
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
haha thats what i said too
ok la..i need to freakin study can???
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
hahahaha
ok
Kendrick says:
lol
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
u shud
Kendrick says:
yes we all shld
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
immuno is tmr no...i mean.....IN A FEW HRS
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
but u can screamat him first
hello
who is the one not studyingggggggggg
Kendrick says:
we dont have immuno though
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
BLOODY HELL U BETTER COME TMR
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
lol
Kendrick says:
im starting tml
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
U LAZY ASS
U WANNA STAY AT HOME ONLY RIGHT
Kendrick says:
i can study in grps
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
haahaaha
Kendrick says:
*cant
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
SLEEP N PLAY GAMES ONLY RIGHT?
3 IS NOT CONSIDERED AS A GRP
Kendrick says:
small grp
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
UNLESS U CANT SHUT UP THEN DUH
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAAHAHA
small group
Kendrick says:
Gah
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
lol
Kendrick says:
lol
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
R U COMING???????
Kendrick says:
then what trio?
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
trio???
Kendrick says:
most likely not
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
Y??????
Kendrick says:
cos im prefer to study alone
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
IF U SAY U CANT STUDY IN A GRP I'LL GO THERE N SLAP U
Kendrick says:
solitary confinement
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
CONFINEMENT??? MORE LIKE...SOLITARY LAZYNESS
Kendrick says:
i prefer to lock myself in a room and mug like there's no tml
yeah thats me
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
mug like there's no tmr?? wow. u make it sound like u're actually gonna do some studying
Kendrick says:
i am
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
lol
ok la...
enough of bullyin u
Kendrick says:
haha
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
if u change ur mind we'll be at woodlands library
Kendrick says:
ok
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
TRY TO COME
IDIOT
Kendrick says:
i wil TRY
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
ok ok i'm REALLY done....
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
lol
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
U BETTER FOOL
Kendrick says:
good luck for tml's paper anw
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
hahahaha
ok lah sharon enough
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
shit i'm screwed
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
go study
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
LOL
Kendrick says:
hope to see u in immuno nxt sem
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
haha
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
LOL
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
WWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTT
I WILL KILL U I TELL U
Kendrick says:
Hahahaha!
The more the merrier
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
IF U COME TMR I WILL GET A SWORD READY N SLASH U TIL U CANT BE RECOGNISED
Kendrick says:
HAHAHAHA
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAHAHA
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
U WAIT U JUST WAIT
Kendrick says:
you'll be featured on the front page then
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
no i wld hv migrated to the North Pole by then
living with the polar bears n penguins
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
lol
u wanna be mrs claus ah
Kendrick says:
polar bears will nvr be with penguins
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
NO LA. if i'm mrs claus i'll make sure all the presents r for me
I DIDNT MEAN THEM TOGETHER
Kendrick says:
one is at the north the other south
AHA!!!
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
I WILL KILL U
STRANGLE U I TELL U
Kendrick says:
ok provied u dont die from tml's paper first
*provided
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
SOAK U IN ACID THEN SLASH U
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
SAW 5 and 6 and 7 on the set
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
BLOODY HELL..i will die for tmr's paper....but will haunt u til u die
Kendrick says:
LOL
what time is your paper tml?
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
9AM
IN A FEW HRS
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
in the morning
while u kick balls
Kendrick says:
wow
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
DONT U DARE SAY ANYTHING ELSE KEN
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
what else can you say beside wow
he wows at everything
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
KICK BALLS?? I'LL KICK KENDRICKS BALLS I TELL U
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAHAHAHA
feed to snakehead!
wooo!
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
NO POOR SNAKEHEAD WILL BE POISONED TO DEATH
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
hahaaha
Kendrick says:
uh what
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
I'LL KICK HIS BALLS SO HARD HE CAN SAY BYE BYE TO FATHER'S DAY I TELL U
Kendrick says:
i dont wow at everything
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
u do
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
u just did
WOW
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAHAHAHA
Kendrick says:
No i dont
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
yes u do
jaslyn also got say
Kendrick says:
ok fine
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
u lsoer shit
Kendrick says:
maybe i just dont realize
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
HAHA
NO U OBVIOUSLY DONTY
Kendrick says:
time to change my pet phrase
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
DONT**
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
DUHHHH
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
change to what??
Kendrick says:
weehooo!?!?
HAHAHAHA!
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
SHIT
GO TO HELL
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAHAHAHAH
NITHYA
WEEEHOOOOO
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
YEA MAN
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
and its wheee oooohhh
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
HER TILAPIAS SAY, WEEEHOOO
Kendrick says:
she's mad
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
didnt know tilapias cld talk. let alone say WEEHOO
ok la i'm gonna go study
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
lol
finally
Kendrick says:
bye
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
SLEEP WELL TONIGHT KEN U WATCH OUT
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
u can go to the field and catch him
Kendrick says:
ok
Kendrick says:
u may get lose now
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
I'M COMING TO GEEEEEETTTTT UUUUUUUUU
Kendrick says:
*lost
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
get lose
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA
Kendrick says:
TYPO LAH
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
sharon how do you get lose
AHAHAHAHA
IM GOONNA PUT ON MY BLOG
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Kendrick says:
bloody hell
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
LOSELOSELOSELOSELOSELOSELOSE
hey bloody hell's MY PET PHRASE choose something else
loseloseloseloselose
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
hahahaha
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
ok i'll get LOSE now
BYE
Kendrick says:
k bye
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAHAAHAHHAHA
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
LOL
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
assholes
Kendrick says:
._.
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
i know la u will miss me right kendrick???? its ok...u want me to stay online then just say....LOL
Kendrick says:
uhhh
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
SHARON JUST STOP TYPING
Kendrick says:
is the exam getting to you?
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
AHAHAHAHA
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
FINE
Kendrick says:
do u need a shrink?
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
you are getting lose for real
Kendrick says:
i can introduce u to nithya's shrink
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
LOSELOSELOSELOSELOSELOSELOSELOSE
ITS OK
nithyas shrink is probably her tilapia
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAAHAHHA
her silver shark
Kendrick says:
maybe
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
and her neon tetras can be her eye specialist
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
WEEHOO.....
whateva
lol
BYE LA BYE
Kendrick says:
lol bye
||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} says:
GET AWAY FROM ME THE 2 OF U
STALKERS

||+Sharon+|| Time waits for no Man {Learn how to die & u'll learn how to live} has left the conversation.

Kendrick says:
she's mad for sure
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
im gonna blog bout this and talk about how long it takes sharon to go offline
Kendrick says:
O_O
i prefer to remain anonymous
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
im so sorry
but i would like the get lose part to be publicised
Kendrick says:
k fine

and then she continued smsing me. you are so going to pass that immunology paper with flying colours.
chewchenyaan the gay faggot just made me grew goosebumps on top of goosebumps by adding me into her conversation with her darling gouping. pffffft.

itching to know what the conversation is all about??
well it consists of getting charizard tattoos and jigglypuff hopping onto chenyaan's butt. and let's not forget to mention that gouping started it off with CB. what a good start.

and our dear dear chenyaan said this:

he's just a dance hall drug. says:
haha goosebumps so cute.
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
i always grow goosebumps on top of goosebumps when i really feel like shitting but cannot

THAT WAS SO UNNECESSARY CHEW CHEN YAAN! but i shall let the whole world know about this anyway.

anyways, it turned out that they were sending songs in the other conversation window, so they used the sadly but onlined me.

and more here:

he's just a dance hall drug. says:
see
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
told you gp aint that bad aft all.
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
only that he whips his friends with his legendary hidden belt everytime he sees them.
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
whyy
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
HAHAHA
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
i dont want to imagine that
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
haha imagine gavin moaning man UHHHH
gp Note to self: March 2005 says:
ur ex leh
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
give it to me baby
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
hahahah
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
yah yah kns
he's just a dance hall drug. says:
your rival
OH I WANT TO GIVE UP ALREADYY. says:
chenyaan eat drugs is it

okayy, back to studying. and chewchenyaan you should have been studying too. lmao.


anyways,
love this too.

The room's green, it's got writing on the wall
It's got one chair, it's kinda small
Dirty shoes runnning past the door
And then you go round, beat yourself up

Ten minutes to go and i wanna go home
Ten minutes to go, yeah, I've got to go home
Ten minutes to go, and the air, it don't feel clear
Everybody disappear, you're in it on your own

I'm fourteen, intimidated, and she's just fourteen
She's getting pulled from the opposite side
Until it breaks down
Blame it on the wrong crowd
Stay, more make up, hair dye

Ten minutes to go, you know she should have gone home
Ten minutes to go, yeah, you should have gone home
Ten minutes to go, and the air, it don't feel clear
Everybody disappear, and you're in it on your own

You can't sleep, you know it's over
But you just can't sleep, you've gotta face it
Gotta go outside and do the day walk
Living with the lights off, ain't nobody home?

Ten minutes to go, you know you wanna stay home
Ten minutes to go, yeah, you wanna stay home
Ten minutes to go, and the air, it don't feel clear
Everybody disappear, you're in it on your own

Keep your head, keep your head
Just keep your head, keep your head

(Keep your head~)
You wanna keep quiet, keep it on the right side
If you know you're gonna be coming off
It's gonna make you open your eyes
(Keep your head~)
I said, now, open your eyes, you know it

(Keep your head~)
You wanna keep quiet, keep it on the low side
Yes, you're gonna see, ten minutes to go
And you're keeping it, your head's up
(Keep your head~)
Keep it low, be right, push it kinda low
So, open your eyes


Fed up with your indigestion.
Swallow words one by one.
Your folks got high at a quarter to five.
Don't you feel you're growing up undone.

Nothing but the local DJ.
He said he had some songs to play.
What went down from this fooling around.
Gave hope and a brand new day.

Imagine all the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, ... ... the drums, the drums.

Oh.

Nothing was the same again.
All about where and when.
Blowing our minds in a life unkind.
Gotta love the BPM.
When his work was all but done
Remembering how this begun.
We wore his love like a hand in a glove.
There's a future plays it all night long.

Nothing but the girls,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, ... ... the drums, the drums.

Imagine all the girls.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums,
Ah ah ah ah, ah, ah, ah, oh.

All the girls
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the boys,
Ah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
And the strings,
Eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee, eee.
And the drums, the drums, the drums, the drums.



KASH : *eats her super duper creamy and chocolate infested HERSHEY PIE* oh yay, finally i can get down on my fat ass to eat this pie
ALFRED: yeahh, whatever. *sighss* i feel so flatulent all of a sudden aching second.
KASH: *LAUGHS*
ALFRED: what???? you were the one who got me addicted...
KASH: *spits everything in her mouth like how abigail would and laughs like some pig before i finished my words*
ALFRED: ...to using that word??? why are you mimicking abigail for no apparent reason? and she does so much a greater job at grossing people out.
KASH: *LAUGHS SOMEMORE STUPID* I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY, I GOT YOU ADDICTED TO FARTING!

note: the above conversation shows how important it is when you listen to people talk, that you let them finish their SENTENCES!! if not, what are sentences for? secondly, do not, i repeat, DO NOT, be as stupid as khalisah tan and assume stupid things. and thirdly, this has been my fifth millionth time mocking at abi and her horrible table maanners. and oh boy, mark my warnings in red. you do not want to see abigail eat in front of you.

next, things that ruin the start of your day when you plan to study #101 :

STUPID DRIVERS WITH NO WHATSOEVER STUPID DRIVING SENSES.

"DEAR" person with the bloody license,
are you stupid? are you dumb? because if pigs were meant to describe stupidity, you would be the pig's fecal matter. because you are wayyy beyond stupid.
CHEERS,
ALFRED

what is it with people not SIGNALING WHEN THEY ARE DRIVING??? you know, it gives me a hard time JAYWALKING OVER HERE!

HELLO? how am i supposed to cross the road if i do not know if you are turning LEFT OR RIGHT OR GOING STRAIGHT??? the purpose of jaywalking is to cross the road at a faster time than you would take to walk all the way to the traffic light and cross via the pedestrian lane, like DUHHHH. and you stupid idiotic person, have to make me waste and spend minutes thinking and figuring out and waiting for you to bloody signal. when in fact, you were never planning to do so, at all.

you think you are so smart because you can drive? you think you are so smart because you have a license? well no, no way. you are so stupid, because you dont even know how to signallllllll! what are the signal lights for? what are those headlights attached to your car used for? please dont you dare tell me its for show only. stupid people. somebody should jsut chain these people up to their cars and drive at full speed. and no, dont expect me to do that, because if it was me, i would have made abi eat in front of them while they were driving.

things that ruin the start of your day when you plan to study #102 :

STUPID LIANS WHO TALK LIKE THEY OWN THE BUS

apparently i blasted my ear drums for one hour plus because of three little PIGS. they came, they irritated, they are still irritating. look, i dont care if you think that the red coloured candy is nicer than the green candy colour, or if your bloody ugly lips are full or thinned, but i do get annoyed when you talk like you own the damn bus. and when you sit like you own the damn bus. guess what? the three little pigs sat in a columnised manner, where they took up three consecutive two-seater seats on the bus and chatted like they were twenty metres apart. and the problem is, i blasted my mp3 and i can still hear them going at the
"EUUU AWWW SHOO FARNNEYYY WORSZZZXXX"
and the
"IIIEEE LIKESZZXXZXZXZ THE GRIIIIIIINNNNN SWUITTTE! SO NICESZXZXZXXXXX"
and the
"WORRRSXXZZZ SO NICESZSXZXZ"

oh jsut bloody shut up. the next time im boarding a bus, im bringing my mum's needle kit. no, im not going to huff and puff you away, im going to sew your mouths up. and maybe stitch you to the chairs too, but place you in a side-by-side manner so people do find you CONSIDERATE too. im not the big bad wolf, im the mad man who carries a sewing kit in his bag.

and thirdly, in honour of kash,

things that ruin the start of your day when you plan to study #103 :

PSYCHO MAN IN THE LIBRARY

he takes a stack of books, like maybe fifty of those thick and heavy type, sits by the windows and complains to himself. it took me five minutes to realise it was santa clause without his beard. hell no, he was no santa clause. more like some freak. he jsut sat there, and looked like some deranged man who hates literature. he was probably laughing at ORSINO FOR BEING GAY IN TWELFTH NIGHT??? like what the heck. people are trying to study in the librarryyyyy.

a few days of studying does have its terrible effects of turning you into a psychopath. look at me.
let us all get drunk, let us all forget all that worries and woes.
the light of alcohol, mesmerizing and soft. take away all that cheap lies and fake cocktail stories. there's no need to take considerations, no need to hesitate one bit. one sip, one night's worth of nightmares erased.
time is running out of me, so am i, running out of time. a weird feeling that i will never understand for the next few decades, probably. damn you reality.
family traditional, steamed drunken chicken. :)
with a touch of boxthorn berries and martell, this is jsut the right thing to perk you up when you are staying up late studying.
i mugged the whole of last night, with this baby keeping my stomach accompanied. :DDD
we all know khalisah LOVES studying!
from the tofu brains,
to the yummy seabass,
and to the DAMNIT EYES!

she floored the practical test yesterday, like totally.

i was bored, but she inspired me anyway! back to mugging. pffffft.
two years since i last stepped foot in the kitchen to really cook, like literally.

i finally got to rest and slack off from all that work and school stuff, all that tension and stress has been getting onto me. i looked into the mirror the other day and saw my blood shot eyes, i have been truly overworking myself. let's not digress, shall we? i was home for the whole of yesterday, and so i went down to the local super mart and bought some ingredients. the usual favorites, basil, marjoram leaves, and a touch of thyme.
my classic Herb Bellies, reminded me of how much i loved cooking and how i used to run back home like a psychotic mad shit just to reach home in time to whip up dinner for the entire household. those were the days.
this one's really easy, just use butter and set it to grill on soft fire, five minutes for each side, or longer if you want a little bit more of the chew and a little bit more of the crisp.
and while i was at it, i got down to make myself some after-meal snacks. anyone can tell me what do you get from cookie crisp cornflakes, nutella and banana bread??
gooey-chocolate pancakes! :) the cookie crisps add on to an extra goooey-ness.
two weeks ago, i found myself giving up at last minute for CCTA, and two weeks later, i am still not finding time to seriously study and mug my ass off. i think i am so screwed, which explains why i shall be off to study right now. like now. i would like to mention that i will be murdered at the exam halls in less than two weeks from now, so there may, or may NOT be a decrement in my frequency of posts. damnit, why is everything in twos anyway?? damn you reality!

so, yeah. smell you guys later.
waiting. we are all waiting for something, for the bus to come; for the mailman pop by; or for the cookies to turn golden brown in the oven. does this mean that we all just sit around and do nothing but wait for something to happen? or do we go ahead and grab an adventure that's out there and waiting for us instead. if everybody waits for everything, then nothing happens. let's not wait, let take a wisp of initiative.

don't wait for others to throw the ball at you, let's get the ball rolling instead. :)

I BLOG BORINGGGG???? :(

oh well, whatever. sleeping would be much more of an issue, for now. tskk. my feet hurts. maybe it was all that standing today at work, which bloody wasted my twelve-hour-long sleep last night. i have not had a good rest since god knows when. and hopefully, tuesday comes before i know it.

business was hectic as usual at the outlet, and the crowd, oh boy the crowd. people stormed in by their tens and twenties like a maniac herd of rampageous bulls. they floored me, like totally. i hate working at busy places, like isnt school not busy enough? but then again, i need the money, although its not worth the energy, but its tough to find a good part-timing place these days, so sadly i have no choice.

anyways, i decided to change a thing or two on my blog this morning, i found out that nuffnang has this function of making your own poll survey, so i made one! everybody please patronise my pathetic little survey below~ and i also made a few adjustments to my tagboard, and the other stuff near the tagboard. and yo would be thinking, what are the other stuff exactly? well, go figure! you dont need people to spoon feed you guys all the time right? jsut browse if you have the time. :) oh! and i placed jessie's friend's blogshop link jsut down by the sidebar so all of you can access it if you want to!

and then i realised that wayyyyy before i joined nuffnang, they had this ipod contest. you write this post and blog bout your favourite apple product and if you are real good, you win! as simple as A, B and C, and maybe D. and then they posted up the winners and i found this guy who blogs real nicely, in a way. its like interestingly exciting everytime you read his posts, like kind of refreshing. anyways i shall link him here so you guys can go enjoy, whilst im away, deeply lost in my flamboyantly imaginated dreamland.

okayy, so here i am again, slacking online. :) im helping jessie's friend to advertise her blog shop, so everybody please click on the linkk on top! and i am the author for the advertisement link! jessie's friend owes me 10% of her blog shop's proceeds! hahahaha. alright now im bored. i have nothing to do.

i shall thus blog with more obvious paragraphings. my blog posts are ugly, fugly, wugly. :/

as i was saying yesterday, i planned a date with my lovable cousin melissa! we watched THE MUMMY THREE, and it was nice. but there were certain parts that weere a little bit weird. like weird weird kind of weird. i shall not say it cause i would be such a spoiler. oh shit, i shall say jsut one BIT! hahahahaha, well there was the MULTI-PURPOSE YETIs...they were so, multi-purposed. spoiler ends here. after that we dined at GYU KAKU and i irritated mabelyn a little bit. and the lamb was nice. but too vague a marination. the people there seemed sad by the way, like some kind of atmosphere was lacking in the air. its jsut not the same as when i was still working there. oh well, its all thanks to the little bits and pieces of politics that resulted in such a sorrowful plight for that restaurant. too little time, too late to turn bacck either.

life's a never ending routine of exams and tests, and i hate it. DAMN YOU REALITY! why must we be so smart anyway. jsut let the smart ones be smart and the not-so-smart ones remain as they be, that way we can have yet another albert einstein. and me, being the not-so-smart individual, shall support the smart people in becoming another albert einstein. andddddd speaking of school, this just reminded me of this idiotic gay fag from my statistics class.

now before i begin, yes, i do take STATISTICS AS A MODULE BY ITSELF, and yes it is such a bore. anyway, like i said, there was this boy, who wears like long sleeves and tops it up with a tee shirt, is so darn scared of the cold. he goes to the air conditioning's control panel like every five minutes jsut to make the temperature warmer. from eighteen degrees celsius to thirty degrees celsius, you can still hear him blowing his idiotic nose through thousands of tissues (i have no idea where he conjured them up, but what the heck!) when he is actually also wearing a thick jacket. and you would be thinking that ngee ann polytechnic's air conditioning is very strong, but the truth be it that the weather is sweltering hot outside, and that we were all actually starting to feel the heat getting on to us. goodness, this boy is so darn inconsiderate. not jsut that, i suspect he is actually made of metal too.

so here's what i have got to say boy, yes, boy, i do not know your name and you should jolly well be glad that i do not know your damn name. because if i do, i would post your face and your name up on the internet, captioned under the claim that you are "WANTED AND SUPPOSEDLY EXILED TO ANTARTICA". he could have at least asked if we minded him changing the temperature, again, and again, and yet again.

i keep talking bad about people. i keep bitching. i cant help it. and thats just too good to be true.

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