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Written on: Saturday, May 31, 2008
i just came back from ccal camp. actually it was yesterday, but it took me some time to get this entry out cos i was kinda fumbling with my computer.Time: 1:00 AM suddenly eh what the hell so many buttons. i wonder, what does this button do? then i was trying to pull the mouse to make something happen. no lah not so pathetic. in fact the reason to it all is very much unknown, and it all became more complicated when i somehow only went to bed at 3 am without doing much. what the hell happened to me?! i think the camp was a whole load of fun, from start to end, and i honestly wouldn't have mound (i coined this word, look it up at m-w.com) staying there for a bit more. we went rafting, hiking, dragon boating, team building, mangrove reforesting (which was ten times funner than what it was made out to be by lotsa people) and ate lots of biscuits. oh yah and there was a campfire which was pretty hot. and the snakes which i befriended. and the buggies that i secretly sabotaged when no one was looking. AND! all the amazing people/creatures involed: my group (B6), my teacher-in-charges (haha)(mr francis chong and mr winston cheong. hwow!), all the pe teachers, all the other ccals, all the teachers, the resort staff, the security guards, the villagers, the dragon boat steering master, and all the J2s and J3s and one J5 and all the mosquitos and insects! if i were to relate my whole experience in this entry, then i would surely relate my whole experience in this entry. but its late, there's too much to say, and i guess photos would be a lot better. but the photos aren't with me, so that's gotta wait. to all the new friends i made (almost my whole group ah) and to all my older ones (like my sec 2 class prefect. haha i forgot his name. sorry bro! and Chinks. although i prefer calling him GENIE): ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND? i damn dangerous sia. HWOW! lol. nah, what i meant was, NOICE! to know you people. i hope we'll all do a good job being ccals and councillors, and i'll surely be there to lend my assistance if any of you require it. hopefully you'll return the favour and not suddenly find the floor damn interesting. hahahahaha. congratulations for getting to where you are, for getting through the camp, and don't be so boastful and think our school is the best or wo'eva and start being arrogant. keep yer heads outta the clouds and (WILDCATS!) GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!, and i sink we'll do just fine. looking forward to seeing yall again after the hols! ohshit thats CTs. but whatever! we'll all bestudying now, yes? its a very good, so a good lucks to all of us. and since i'm blogging again, i wanna talk about something that i find irritating, and even more so on thursday on my way home. this is gonna be very ranty (another word i coined. but this time check dictionary.com ) so hang in there or bail out while yer can! why the HELL do people rush out of the trains, clog the escalators, walk or even run down, rush to the gateway or whatever its called, and either: queue for their turn, and when they notice a shorter queue somewhere else, suddenly jump over and piss off the guy who was about to exit (me). or, in the process of the transfer, get stuck in the middle and then embarrassedly trying to reenter the queue while hoping that by making a stupid stone face they'd be inconspicuous. COME ON IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT. in such situations, i wish i could quote a verse from the pokemon theme song (i stick to the path that i choose), and then proceed to gag and torture the fella. AND even more irritatingly, after some people get out, they suddenly stop walking or slow down SODAMNFRICKIN abrubtly that the person behind (me) has to awkwardly maneuver himself to prevent crashing into said asshole (ASSHOLE) and at the same time get out of the way of the poor person behind (but i'd like to make it clear that if the person behind me got there by jumping queue or muscling his way through, then he is, without a doubt, an ASSHOLE too. which then entitles him to an extra special gagging and torturing). COME ON LAH people, its not like you just finished some marathon or something and you're so exhausted till you can't walk no more. just take a few more steps forward and THERE! you've left enough space behind you for people to pass. to all you people who share my sentiments, you can contact me if ever you need some extra hands to assist you in your gagging/torturing. and if you would like to make it even more meaningful, you can order my Flaming Fun torture kit at a special price of $9.99. oh but wait its subject to some sort of tax or another. so let's make it a round number, $20! noice. i think that's enough for one night. a wise man once said "one's blog can only take so much words at a time. so go and sleep now" and a wiser man (guess who! haha) replied "ok". then he said "oh ya. good night" and all the wiserer (another one) readers did themselves a favour and went off to study. STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY postbbq bbq
Written on: Monday, May 19, 2008
i sink the barb a queue today was damn fun. althoughTime: 12:59 AM lotsa people didn't turn up i got izza's address wrong too many times and i accidentally identified her as the av pro! alamak! she's actually the make up pro. how can i forget sia. she asked me to put my foundation on and i did some shit and she was damn shocked. then the whole room vomitted and one by one everyone collapsed. then those outside came in after some time to check on us. then they all spontaneously combusted then too bad ah. but so what! i still think today was damn fun. so i'd like to thank my exco and the j2s who helped out and everyone who turned up for making today's barbeque funsia. HWOW! the photos all with dunno who, so we'll have to wait for them to upload everything. in the mean time, keep pressuring them and keep bugging them so we can make their lives difficult. it looks like there's gonna be some cip thing soon, but that depends on the j2 exco. see, today was an UNofficial handover. so by right they are still responsible for our lives. OI KORANG DENGAR KE TAK. ah. jangan mainmain. nanti mati masok kubo. and i think i should stop now cos my battery is gasping for life and my whole body is gasping for sleep. except the evil part of my brain, which is gasping for me to stay awake and waste time. SHUT UP YOU EVIL. AKU KATA DIAM! KURANG AJAR! lastly, i'd like to say that i hormat korang sebagai kawan, tapi aku tak sangka kau brani- BBQ
Written on: Saturday, May 17, 2008
Time: 4:21 PM BARBECUE 17 MAY 5 PM IZZA'S HOUSE. how to get there: IZZA: CUT! post-dalang!
Written on: Tuesday, May 13, 2008
HWOW!Time: 12:46 AM longlonglonglonglong time no post. and now's not a very good time too, cos i'm bloody sleepy and i'm in for a long day tomorrow. no, in a few hours. i wanted to write something about dalang, but since i'm really too tired, i guess i shouldn't just yet. confirm not satisfactory one CONFIRM and speaking about dalangs, we're probably gonna do a rerun on monday, just for the fun of it, to get it recorded, and maybe do some spoof or wo'eva. then got post production party. got all sorts of shit ah so if you were involved in the production then gettcho ass down there on MONDAY which happens to be vesak day which HAPPENS to be a pabric horiday. hehehehhe kesian sia you all have to go back to school on a pabric horiday. but then again what is time. and speaking about time, i just looked up at the clock after five minutes of checking my mail, and i realized half an hour has passed. not good, not good. this could mean a lot of things. from the supply side, it means time has a surplus. on the demand side, gi mampos ah. i think 3/4 of what's up there didn't make sense, and you have my sincerest apologies for having led you down such an undesirable road for the past few minutes. if you seek compensation, look for me, and i will be more than glad to help you out. but for now, i must end off. nature calls. nature, in the form of a bed, made of artificial stuff. i think ah. eh yah btw i wanna be iron man when i grow up. |
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