you won't like me when i'm angry.

so you think you've a problem with me eh? why hide under the cloak of anonymity and just put your name down. and while you're at it, i'll like to arrange a meeting, just so to see what you're unhappy about eh?

words don't bite me. actions do. come on.

i will fucking rip your head off if i know you're messing with me.

so go ahead, buster, try me.

several surprising segments.

i talked to yi yang for the first time.
i talked to sharmaine and hui yu who got 90 for BCA) for the first time, kinda. together. hmmm... i don't think that counts.

i'm doing a facial mask now, and the goo is icky. like pasta sauce. and what else...

oh! i'm one of the ten finalists in Bash It Out 2. its not anything violent, just a war of words. erm, come support or something? i don't know. it doesn't look very fun. haha, but i guess it counts for something. i just hope i get healthy in time for the finals next frikin' Monday.

i am getting slightly better, thank God.

(i wonder if Ghana's going to win, i saw the Czech match; Might be another upset, hur, who knows)

i've been ill since camp.

and it feels like crap.

people reading my blog with blogs can officially link me now. think the readership has increased to that point already. but tell me if you link me alright, because that's just courteous.

in other news, i like this funny picture.


hur hur, look at the guy's face. never seen a bicycle kick before?

My thoughts about the camp.

Broken down into people:

Pei Shan: Suffered a blow to the head courtesy of mao mao. Hence was a little crazy, which was good. entertained me a fair bit.

Daisy: hur hur. keep laughing at me. became sick and went home. karma. no la, she's nice.

Hui Yu: talk to me leh.

Kes: Ee yerrrrrrrrrrr... Aiyoh! mwahahahahahahha.

Kean: Wah study jap during camp. hardworking seh. lives near jurong

Zhen Huang: Let's walk the lift. this guy not bad ah, hur hur. professor X. *puts right palm to head* keep laughing at himself.

Tammi: didn't really talk to her during the camp, but we're doing BCA, same question.

Razi: Appeared to him in boxers, high on whiskey and rum mix. he was on phone with girlfriend, think i said hi to her. he gave me extra fish. i like.

Sharleen: damn weak ah, first to knock out. wore my TR21 shirt.

Nura: served me during lunch service on 2nd day. not bad ah!

Yi Yang: talk to me leh.

Sanjiv: keep doing stuff for everyone. cannot laaaaaaaa, nice guys finish last.

Selwyn: roomie! he is damn big, and he plays pool. good husband material, think hear from cherrlyn. (hur hur, not sure) PUNK ROCK NEVER DIES. i like.

Sly: Good ah, but serve me damn hard dough fritters. caused a bracket to fall off. nalbei.

Andrea: fell sick, now feeling better.

Karen: another knock out, after sharleen. likes to make exaggerated hand gestures.

Jocelyn: thanks for the shirt leh, wah, good ah. decided to make us pay for Eunice's shirt, and Eunice didn't even turn up. bugger sial (refering to Ms. Ho, or Mrs Something) waste my dollar.

Dorothy: say want to play mj, then no fate ah. the hair damn cool can... then work at levi's. i want.

Shermain: talk to me leh. this one got chance to talk one, but like, dunno how to start. hur hur.

Mao Mao: surprisingly didn't hang out with him a lot during the camp ah. we wanted to Russell Peters the service champions night, but he damn humji ah. act enthu seh.

-- special mention --

Janna: maximum high on minimum alcohol. crushed me in bed.

Cherrlyn: gave her a gay shit sticker. crushed me in bed. was the blind liability on the third day. i keep poking her head with my finger. rather entertaining.

April: her laughter's unstoppable. HUR HUR HUR HUR HUR *breathe* HUR HUR HUR HUR *breathe* (continues indefinitely)

Kingston: damn gay ah! but funny. i like.

Zash: thinks Shermain looks like a squid. Personally agrees to walking like a penguin. Zash is a little odd. see if there's any chance to elaborate in the future.

Jia Ling: what if chickens were high-tech? hmmm, leaves much food for thought. felt that the camp sucked. i say that things are what you make of them.

KC: HARD GAY! then he trip on nothing, rather funny ah. he keeps saying there's a jackass around, but he doesn't tell me where. hmmm.

Charlie: damn manly ah. lol, but lacks the personal touch.

Bee Leng: not bee reng? lol, i damn evil, or is it evir. hur hur, my bad =X

Michael: i very inspired by the sperm story, VERY la. haaaaaaaaaa, rather bad ending for the camp.

now i'm down with sore throat. urghgh.

I'm stiff all over.

i'm back! i'm tired, so.

later.

Eviction notice.

I will be away from Monday through to Wednesday. I'd be at a school camp at the Singapore Sports School and the camp will break officially at 12 noon.

So you know where and how to find me.

out.

insane to the membrane.

my brain hurts, ugh.

Celebrate the Day.

As we enter into the fourth day of the World Cup league, we see more zombies walking the streets. Their lifeless eyes and their tired gait can be witnessed across the globe. I am unaffected by it.

But i must say, the world cup theme song isn't too bad.

so much time, but no company.

ah well, my heart rends. i've been listening to Bryan Adams, its good. kinda like how sometimes a dose of house music straight up can put your life back on track.

so wcomm came and passed. project's submitted! one down, 5 to go. i wanna do so much for these holidays, i hope there's enough motivation. like i wanna go visit East Coast Park. do in-line skate. or rather, to learn it. i'm confident for all the papers other than ITR. which was fucked up in my humble opinion.

ah well, moving on. camp's next monday, i'm bringing booze! whee. more fun than a basket of electric eels.

the wash cycle has ceased for a spot.

hello. school's out. term tests aka common tests have finally concluded. my long ardous, and thankless mugging period has come to an end.

la vie hols!

althought its just 2 weeks, but its still good. i think i've finally settled down in a place where i like both the people and the school. although the names are getting harder to remember and its increasingly easy to become lost on campus, it just feels right now.

my course has 81 year ones, and that's a good thing; Us being able to bond better, compared to the gazzilion students they have over in the other courses in bA. like BS. my thoughts aren't held together cohesively and i'm compelled to type the word champions. hmmm... i wonder why.

and thus, my short reverie has been broken. i'm back, thanks for caring.