Wednesday, April 14, 2010

GEEK

I need to be a geek for now. Budden no game. WAH LAO!

WAD A BORING GEEK LIFE. LOL!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

NOT TOO BAD BUT NOT THAT GOOD EITHER...

SEE MY TIMETABLE!




8AM CLASS WAH LAO WAH LAO WAH LAO WAH LAO!!!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Continue?

My game was over a few years ago.

I haven attempted it in 2-3 years already.

Even though it hovered in my mind, sometimes more prominent than usual.

And i finally put in some tokens and gave a second try.

NO REGRETS.:) DEFINITELY.:)


I had my first MORNING RUN since secondary 4.:)

Well, my sprinting... Is much slower compared to my personal best [No worries here.]

Stamina... If i could have my previous self look at my stamina now, i would have shouted "NOOBA"! HAHAHHHAHA! Well nothing continuation can't help.:)

WALKING... Not really brisk-walking? But not slow paced walking too. Oh well.

*BEST PART*

WELL... Maybe NOT the BEST part in terms of description, but who cares... HERE GOES.:)

When i reached my doorstep, apparently, my BARF-O-METER was in the red section. So yea, i barfed. But no worries, i expected to barf already. But what i barfed out, wasn't so bad news after all.

Seemed like i vomitted out tar. Cause it was black. I was like, i didn't eat nothing black. So i assumed it was tar, oh well. WHAT ELSE COULD BE THAT BLACK AND SLIMEY.

Motivation to run?

Most prolly.:)

P.S I haven't slept a wink, simply because i couldn't.

I'm gonna be taking that for real.:)

FOR REAL

If i were to keep doing it, there will be no meaning to it. Because it would become a habit. AND LOVE AIN'T A HABIT.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Changes to come.

Daddy asked me to continue his summary work for him today. Kinda irritated that i have to do it.

I have to do it because it is what keeps the money for my parents' work flowing.

Apparently, nobody else can do it. [My engRish supposedly at their standard.]

I have ALOT of free time. [VERY IRRITATED AT THIS.]

MAYBE, i'll get a little more pocket money.

DISCUSSION TIME!!!!


So i talked to my mom about it, and she was like telling me: "You holidays what, i see u at home oso nvr do anything."

To which i replied: "Now last few days of holidays liao, obviously its the time we party and play harder what... Then if i help u all, do from early morning like 8 or 9 is quite bad, then confirm i want finish ONE day's work wad, sure do until early next morning.

[I didn't add this, but i'm sure she gets the hint : THEN NEXT DAY SAME THING AGAIN. WAH LAO!]

Then my mom gave the BEST REPLY EVER: "Just treat it as part time job lor. Your friends oso working part time right?"

JITAO OWNED / PAWNED / FAILED

Nothing to say, so... Sian.... I must start liao.. Soon... HAI... SIGH... [ADD WHATEVER SIAN EMOTICON]

Sunday, March 28, 2010

BROADCASTING IN PROGRESS

#^@!%$!!!!

It is at times like these that i want a signal broadcasting to a radio or speaker of some sort for my head.

So i can just shoot everything in everyone's faces when i don't give a fuck and am too irritated to state things out.

*BROADCASTING BEGINS*

Signal for Dear Mommy.:)

MOMMY ARH! CAN U LIKE HOR. BE MORE SENSITIVE?! DADDY IS OBVIOUSLY STRESSED BY THE COOKING ALREADY AND U STILL TAKE CALLS ABOUT WORK AND SHOUT ACROSS THE HOUSE FOR HIM. WHY MAKE AN ALREADY STRESSED MAN EVEN MORE STRESSED?! DINNER. SHOULD. FUCKING HELL NOT BE THE PLACE FOR WORK, STUDY OR ANY MOOD KILLER TOPICS, FUCK!!!

Signal for Dear Daddy.:)

I BELIEVE U ARE WAY SMARTER THAN U ALREADY SEEM, SO... I THINK IT IS QUITE LOGICAL. QUITE AR DADDY. QUITE. IT IS FUCKING HELL LOGICAL THAT WHEN U ARE STRESSED ABOUT COOKING, U TELL MOMMY TO HANG UP AND CALL BACK LATER. THEN WHEN U GET OVER STRESSED, U POP, THEN EVERYONE GOES INTO A FUCKING PCB MOOD. SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK.

Signal for Dear OLDER but still YOUNGER than me SISTER.:)

FUCK U. SINCE YOUNG ALREADY, EVERYBODY TELL U, CLEAN UR FUCKING SPOON AND FORK BEFORE U FUCKING PUT IT IN ANY FUCKING SOUP OR FOOD, FUCK!!! GROW SOME SENSE FUCK. TELL U HOW MANY TIMES U JUST SHRUG IT OFF. CB!!! IF NOT IMPORTANT I KEEP SAYING FOR FUCK?! FUCKING DISGUSTING U KNOW?! SO WHAT IF I'M A FUCKING GUY, THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT! IT IS CALL.... TABLE MANNERS.:) FUCK.

Signal for Dear Younger Brother.:)

Good boy today, nvr piss kor kor off.:) I should fucking hell buy u a toy or something. Hopefully u don't talk too much nonsense, and hopefully u'll keep ur leg down when u sit. Don't sit like some cb kia, or i will bloody hell kp u till u fed-up.:) That is all.:)

Signal for Dear Youngest Sister.:)

CB. U SERIOUSLY LUCKY U NOT ANY OLDER. OR I SMACK U AR! ASK U EAT DUN WAN EAT, THEN WHEN PROPER MEAL ENDS U SAY HUNGRY THEN U GO SNACK. EVERY DINNER, WHEN WE EAT, I HAVE NEVER SEEN U PROPERLY EAT UR FUCKING FOOD BEFORE. COMPLAIN HERE COMPLAIN THERE. ASK U EAT U DRINK SOUP ONLY, GIVE U FOOD U THROW ONE SIDE, OR EAT ALREADY STEP ONE VOMIT. EH, I TELL U AR, I CHAO CHAO OSO 13 YEARS OLDER THAN U HOR, HALF THAT, EVEN 6 YEARS OF EXPERIENCE CAN LET ME KNOW WHEN U ARE MISBEHAVING HOR. THINGS DON'T GO UR WAY, U CRY. CRY LAH CRY SOMEMORE, THEN GROW UP DEPENDING ON PEOPLE, THOSE PEOPLE WILL ONLY USE U AND THROW U AWAY WHEN THEY'RE DONE. MAYBE THEN U WILL LEARN THE HARD WAY. I'VE GOT MANY MANY MORE THINGS TO SHOOT AT U. BUT I SHALL STOP HERE. CAUSE I CAN'T BE BOTHERED ANYMORE.

WHAT A FUCKED UP DINNER.:)