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Saturday, April 29, 2006

ripped from some guy's blog.


"Now son, you don't want to drink beer. That's for Daddys, and
kids with fake IDs."

"Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen."

"Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'sir' without adding,
'you're making a scene.'"

"Marge, don't discourage the boy! Weaseling out of things is
important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals!
Except the weasel."

"If you really want something in life you have to work for it.
Now quiet, they're about to announce the lottery numbers."

"Don't let Krusty's death get you down, boy. People die all
the time. Just like that. Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow.
Well, good night."

"Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether
you win or lose: it's how drunk you get."

"Lisa, if you don't like your job you don't strike. You just go
in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American

"Step aside everyone! Sensitive love letters are my specialty.
'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'"

"To alcohol! The cause of - and solution to - all of life's

"I want to share something with you - the three sentences that
will get you through life. Number one, 'cover for me.' Number
two,'oh, good idea, boss.' Number three, 'it was like that when
I got here.'"


i think lyndsey found it. http://celticbiohazard.blogspot.com.

to the best cartoon character ever lived. and to duff beers.

kudos to denys.

now i dont have to read my role of money notes.

to my new found horror. i realised how long it has been since i have been online to talk to all my friends. yes as shocking as it is. i do have friends. and i havent been updating this stupid blog which, if you are reading. probably means you have been checking back here foolisly for me to update. haha. nonetheless you are one hard core fans. i thought they stopped producing those long ago.


went for my medical check up yesterday. my eyesight didnt affect that much after all. i guess when everyone has lousy eyesight. it places us all on a similar level. its no longer about do you have perfect eyesight. now. its about how bad is yrs. as for those of you little monsters who read books lying down, watch teevee excessive and in the dark. and still have yr perfect eyesight. i guess they are eager to pack you off to ndu or the airforce. argh... i hope you suffer. bah.

on the lighter side of things. i think i failed my iq test. well that disqualifies me from... almost nth. considering you dont really need iq to follow instructions. not that much anyway.

the most striking thing that.. well. struck me there was those poster you see on buses and mrts? about calling 999 if you see a suspicious package? well i left my shoebag on the counter when i signed in to enter the cmpb. and i forgot to take it when i left. so i went back halfway during my checkup to grab it. my suspicous looking bag was just lying on the counter infront of the 3 guards and in sight of the guard with the metal detector. i took it and apologized to the guard. the guard simply looked at me as though i just pulled out the bag like a rabbit out of a hat. how ironic is that?

Sunday, April 09, 2006


Everyone rides.... in style.

Every six seconds you think of sex.

There are 2 sides to every story.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.


Ever wonder why.

Every second counts.

Every story has an end.

Everything you want is not everything you need.


was watching the vertical horizon video. these phrase kept appearing. and somehow. got stuck in my head. so being as bored as i m, cooped up in my room. unable to join john on his sacred mission.. of saving the starving mammals all around the world. i decided to copy down the lines to see if i could make any sense. it made more sense in the video. crap. i should stop stalling and get back to electrochem.


time to move on. lets hope this works. for some sick reason. i have a bad feeling about it already.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

my sundown.

music fest turned out better than expected. quite a few controversial decisions made by the judges but i really couldnt care. the tennis girls behind us were screaming so loudly(and close.. my poor ear), i swear it did funny things to my brain. but nicholas ong's group? what the fuck? oh well. pretty gd coordination between the hockey girls and us. luckily we rehearse our lines frequently.


dark and difficult times lies ahead.

at least there's desmond to talk to. minus the fact that i have to shout to him in order for him to hear me. we are outfield. nvm.


game with cat high was pretty bad as a whole. we have got to start hitting those balls. pretty disappointing. not sure what is our problem. but we cant let 8mths of hardwork go to waste.

btw people. i dont have my phone with me. sorry if you called or msged me. i feel yr love. but still you got to wait. its officially dead. must be receiving alot of msges. muahahaha. i feel popular. ... or it could my batt is screwing up as usual... i prefer the former.


to my dear classmates and friends. do remind me to visit my favourite lib more frequently now. unless, you wish to visit me next year when you get yr result slips. i knw what you are schemin.