Wednesday, April 28, 2004
phuck me. im such a phucking failure. i cant phucking seem to stay away from the comp.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
mhmmm....
Friday, April 23, 2004
im sick. i feel like shiet.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
sheesh. i think i got a sore throat coming on.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
this morning sun, this winter's fine morning
Sunday, April 18, 2004
I sit in the park where I dwell,
Saturday, April 17, 2004
Threats
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
waaa. my whole body's aching. stoopid napfa.
Sunday, April 11, 2004
yawn.. god. im so friggin tired. i had such a disrupted sleep last night.
Saturday, April 10, 2004
a girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said..no. she asked him if he would want to be with her forever.. and he said no. then she asked him if she were to leave, would he cry? and once again he replied with a no. she had heard enough.
Friday, April 09, 2004
A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.
Monday, April 05, 2004
It's a Monday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!"
Saturday, April 03, 2004
too tired to blog. haha. maybe another time.
Friday, April 02, 2004
A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices he has a note in his mouth. He takes the note and it reads, "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well." The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten-dollar note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut up shop and follow the dog.
why's that. phuck. why the phuck do i stay online for. and i dont do anything. wtf.
god. im so screwd for midyear. i cant even revise properly. goddamnit.
phuck, what am i blogging for. ITS USELESS.
i need to study.
mr sirhan said that he could find his students' blogs by searching for his name on google.
lets see if he can find mine.
sirhan sirhan sirhan sirhan sirhan sirhan
perverted teacher!
etched at 8:36 PM
a cloudless night sky tonight.
perfect for star gazing.
moon and stars look extra bright against the dark background.
o well. pity there's schl tmr.
gtg anyways. got a throbbing headache.
and as usual, feeling horrible and tired.
i got a feeling im not gonna concentrate in schl tmr.
and im gonna fall asleep in class tmr.
and im gonna get screwd. heh.
kk. gtg now. bye..
etched at 10:53 PM
i think im gonna go rest now, even though its so frigging early and its saturday tmr.
byee.
etched at 8:19 PM
my throat feels so dry even though i drink so much water.
i finished five bottles of water in schl today. or was it 7. lol. think it was 7.
and its been hurting since last night. >.<
o wells. hope itll go away soon, anyways.
yay. tmr no schl. haha. sports day. but too bad im not running. lol.
but so crap. still got training later on. ruin the day.. haii.
anyway, i read this really sad story. go check out if you've the time. about this guy and girl and their lives.
gtg liao. byeeee`
etched at 4:24 PM
you called through the window daring me find
as lover, as poet, signs of love pulsing -
then, not later - beware the rags of time.
sun, this morning you were her, beaming, bright;
doolish to wink or blink and miss moments -
a missed smile is missed like the blind their sight,
a missed kiss would build strong fools' monuments.
this morning sun, i felt her warmth on me
but with one cloud you showed me i'm foolish
for i miss her warmth, her smile daily
this side of the ocean - time mocks my wish.
this morning sun, this winter's fine morning.
you gave that i might feel what i'm missing.
etched at 8:53 PM
For this girl I love so well.
She took my heart away from me,
Now she wants to set me free.
I see her on his lap,
She says things to him she never said to me.
I run home to cry on my bed,
Not a word to mother was said.
Father came home late that night,
He looked at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope,
He took his knife to cut me down.
And on my shirt a note was found:
Dig my grave, Dig it deep.
Dig my grave, From head to feet.
Make my soul a secret to keep.
And on the top place a dove.
And remember this, I died for love...
etched at 6:37 PM
"Alethia," he murmured. "Will you marry me?"
She glanced up in surprise, for she was not expecting this. "Marry you?" she repeated incredulously, her blue eyes twinkling in amusement. "We have only been out once, Lucien, and already you are hearing wedding bells?"
He frowned, not at all pleased by her sentence. His men saw him tense and took a step towards Alethia, glaring menacingly.
"Alethia," he said calmly, all pleasantness gone from his voice. "We have been through this before. You do not have a choice."
She laughed and once again, he frowned unpleasantly. "What are you going to do if - when - I reject your proposal?" she questioned, giving him a half smile. "Kidnap me?"
He did not like her tone when she was speaking to him. She still thought he was joking. "We shall see," he murmured simply, and stalked out of the fancy restaurant they were dining in, with his two bodyguards trailing after him.
Alethia reached home late that night, for she had gone to her friend's, Stephanie's, house to talk about Lucien's proposal. She felt slightly troubled to hear Lucien speak to her like that and was worried what he might do.
The phone rang.
Alethia sighed and dropped her shopping bags onto the floor, moving slowly towards the phone.
"Alethia," the voice said. In the background, someone was screaming.
She blinked. "Lu-Lucien?"
The voice did not answer her but instead, went on. "I've got a knife around Stephanie's neck."
The sentence was so precise, so easy to understand but it took Alethia several moments to get his meaning. "Are you joking?" she asked in a hushed tone.
The voice laughed cruelly and suddenly she could hear Stephanie's voice.
"Alethia!" Stephanie screamed into the phone. "Help me! Lucien has - "
"Lucien?" Alethia panicked. "What about Lucien?"
There was silence on the other line. Then at last, a final scream that tore into the night.
Alethia felt back onto her couch, traumatised. "That must be someone playing a sick joke," she murmured to herself, refusing to believe Stephanie was in danger.
Someone knocked on the door. With a heavy heart, she went over and yanked it open, only to find...
... Lucien standing there with blood dripping from his knife.
He smiled nastily.
"Now will you marry me?"
Alethia screamed with all her might and tore up the stairs. She remembered her parents were out that night (fortunately) and had left her younger brother, Damien, with her (unfortunately). She ran into his room and woke him up.
"We must go!" she yelled hurriedly, facing Damien.
"Why must we - " he broke off, the confusion on his face was quickly turned into fear. "B-behind you, Alethia, look behind you!"
She spun around and her heart stopped. Alethia backed away from Lucien, whose eyes flashed dangerously and whose lips were curling into an evil smile.
In an instant, he was beside her and her brother.
He grabbed hold of Damien's neck, lifting him off the bed effortlessly. Alethia found herself frozen, staring unblinking at Damien's pale face. It was only when he started choking that she reacted.
"Leave him alone!" she screamed, clawing at Lucien's outstretched arm. "He's innocent."
Lucien pushed Alethia away from Damien and she lost her balance, collapsing onto the ground. He smiled in a crazed way.
"Innocent you say?" he murmured. "These are the people that are stopping you from accepting me. How can they be -" Lucien clutched Damien's neck tighter. "- Innocent?"
A chill ran down Alethia's spine. Damien was slowly turning purple. "Please," she pleaded helplessly. "Let him go."
Lucien finally released him and the boy dropped onto the floor.
He was not moving.
He was not breathing.
Alethia bent over Damien's corpse, crying. "How could you do this to him?" she sobbed. "He was only six."
Lucien did not reply, for he was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Alethia's parents were home.
He smiled crookedly, raising his bloody knife.
"Now will you marry me?"
-jess
etched at 10:42 PM
my stomach is suffering. i cant even laugh. hurts so much. >.<
arms also aching from pull ups. a was >7, so i juz did 10.
wahahah, anthony jialat wor. he thought was juz 7, so he stopped there.
he can do a lot de. but then he dowan waste energy, then end up he get b. lol.
aiya, my sit and reach also same case. a was >48cm.
then i stop there. low june meng also say a liao. knn la he. a my ass. i short of 1cm.
so frustrating. ughhh.
standing broad jump also jialat. i jump 220cm only get c wor.. =(
but i improved by 10cm since last year. =D hahahah
shuttle run not bad la. managed to clock 9.6s. *grinxx*
then after pe, die sia.
so friggin hot hot hot and humid humid humid. so stickyy. blechh. so unpleasant.
i juz downed my bottle of water on me. lol.
but still damn hot. this week heatwave arh. crappy.
then physics damn farnie. i can laugh till die sia.
kenneth tuck out his shirt cuz it was so friggin hot, right.
ya. then sean nathan said smth la, then kenneth was like, shut up la, black!
then sirhan heard and told him to "come here".
then he said, "wah, shirt still tuck out ah."
then kenneth is like quickly tucking in his shirt and walking away.
sirhan "eh eh. stop there. come back here. tuck out your shirt."
then he unbuttoned kenneth's last 2 buttons of his shirt.
and then tie the two ends like britney. lol. so farnie.
"touch some more, i put it higher" hahahahah. sirhan is so farnie.
kenneth last time robocop for putting on keith's squash visor thingy on.
then now he become britney. wahhahahah.
ahaha, last period also very shiok for me. chem slack la. do titration only.
managed to do 3 readings in abt 30 mins including preparation and all.
not bad hor? =p
then finish liao, i go and add alotalot of p, then the screened methyl orange become so red.
then add back alotalot of q, become green again. hahahah.
then abraham pro. he add copper sulphate la, sodium hydroxide, suphuric acid.. lol
then the colour become milky green. lol.
so i added back more p. go around from bench to bench, cuz dun wanna waste acid. change the solution back to red. did a lot more crap la. =p
then after that got training. sian la, today's training. do all sorts of shiet.
no fun de..
kk, i think i better go le. getting a bit late.
bedtime..
byebye!
etched at 9:44 PM
woke up at 230 cuz of some phucking mosquitoes.
and then woke up at 530 again. stupid pests. ughhh.
oh well. im too tired to remember abt anything to blog.
so.. toodles.
etched at 6:56 AM
as she walked away, tears streaming down her face. then the boy grabbed her arm and said... youre not pretty, youre beautiful, i dont want to be with you forever, i need to be with you forever, and i wouldnt cry if you walked away... i'd die...
etched at 5:32 PM
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.
The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?"
etched at 10:12 PM
And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from a 'mystery' flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.
People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working! California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts.
It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
And then, all of a sudden, the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough,all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting,
everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.
Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."
You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and if this is the end of the world.
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. Wait a minute!
Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure.
We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another ... some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need ...... we need you to sign a consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken has been left blank.
"H-how many pints?", you ask.
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. I'm sorry sir, we need it all!"
"But but .. You don't understand."
"We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
In numb silence, you do.
Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"
Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've GOT to get started! People all over the world are dying.
Can you leave?"
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?
"Why, why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son some folks sleep through it ... some folks don't even come because they go to the lake or the seashore ... some folks come with a pretentious smile and just "pretend" to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
"FATHER, Seeing it from YOUR eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great Love YOU have for us."
etched at 10:04 PM
goonights.
etched at 11:23 PM
So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street when he comes to a level crossing. The dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then he waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and he walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way.
The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe at this stage. The dog checks out the times, and then sits on one of the seats provided. Along comes a bus. The dog walks around to the front, looks at the number, and goes back to his seat.
Another bus comes. Again the dog goes and looks at the number, notices
it's the right bus, and climbs on. The butcher, by now, open-mouthed, follows him onto the bus. The bus travels through the town and out into the suburbs, the dog looking at the scenery. Eventually he gets up, and moves to the front of the bus. He stands on 2 back paws and pushes the button to stop the bus. Then he gets off, his groceries still in his mouth.
Well, dog and butcher are walking along the road, and then the dog turns into a house. He walks up the path, and drops the groceries on the step. Then he walks back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself against the door. He goes back down the path, runs up to the door and again, it throws himself against it. There's no answer at the house, so the dog goes back down the path, jumps up on a narrow wall, and walks along the perimeter of the garden. He gets to the window, and beats his head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door.
The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!" to which the guy responds: "You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog's forgotten his key."
etched at 10:48 PM