life is dope, screw me!

i think my life is dope.. getting wasted on a daily basis while my classmates are pokemons and brother thinks his a half-wolverine.. anyway, i just struck NEA today.. woohooo.. two indian motherfuckers tailed me all the way from the bus stop to the old chang kee stall at simei mrt and flashed their shiny cards in my face..apparently, i littered my ciggie butt among the bush at the bus stop and im still motherfucking seventeen bitch.. 2 stupid indians.. iwannakillyoubitch.. but i still bought my old chang kee anyway ;D first HSA, now NEA.. i think the government loves me so they wanna catch my sorry ass committing sorry crimes everyday.. oh government, i love you too ;D

im bored.. can someone sms me?

you must know it's hard to get over you, so be patient.. it's not as bad as it seems.. really, just give me some time and i'll walk out of your lives.. and after that, things are gonna be alright for you guys.. but untill then, i'll be waiting for you in montauk.. i don't know when you'll come.. the chances are small and it seemed like forever, but buried deep in my heart there stands a flicker of hope.. that is the phrase " meet me in montauk.." that you said to me a long time ago.. a promise we made in montauk and ends in montauk.. i hope you'll come.. i really do..but untill that days comes, i'll be waiting for you in montauk..

life's wonderful except im getting fucked tomorrow by my teacher.. i skipped school for 2 days and i didn't get covered by MC.. and i skipped the last 2 lessons for today ;D Awesome shit... im soooo getting fucked tmr beeeetch.. mr fucking ramu wants to fucking see me fucking tmr.. shit you knnnnnnn.... how the fuck am i supposed to explain myself and save my ass..? gaaaaaaah.. screw you old groggy fucker.. How dare you call my house? i seriously regret not faking up a number for my home line in my student bio-data form... and i don't think my efforts in hacking into the student's bio-data system and change all my contact details would work.. now i've gotta go get myself an MC.. and get fucked tmr.. plus i can't skip Sports and Wellness tmr... cos the angry dude's gonna look for me during SW class.. gwaaaaaaah.. shit you mother fucker... now im so pissed at myself i wanna go on a fucking killing spree..

jhgfihiphgjndfklgbkmmfkgkgk... yup ;DD

tomorrow at 8 o'clock

whose name is Bob

i guess, i don't wish to have a shot.

well i wouldn't mind if its tequila

or anything that's sweeta.

it's fuck today.. my spine is at it's breaking point after it went through all that stress yesterday.. i woke up with a blimmey-splitting headache and found an empty tissue box over my head and plentyfull of used tissues won-tons littered all around me bed and on the floor.. hurhur.. even till now, my arms hurts to even type..

this is what happened yesterday:

i got my dad to send me to work at 11am

it was bloody mother's day and was tragically busy at the restaurant.

awesome shit to expect on the first day of work, the first bloody time i set foot onto this place.. no interviews, no long briefings, trainings or whatsoever.. just a short run through of table numbers, how to do a fucking order and kapish.. i worked my ass off for 11 bloody hours.. i might probably just ruined the day for a couple of peeps.. spilling sour cream and ice water on their nice, clean shirts and shopping bags.. now i start to think if FNB is where i should be..

anyways, i think my manager loves me.. he think's life's just too mundane and dul for me and he got me to do this to help me spice-up my life and all ;D oh wait.. it's my bloody job.. oh yea~ fuck on Mr. manager, i love the way you add stress into the life of your poor workers (eg. me).. with all the fucks , shits and lovely cheebyes in your daily vocabulary.. rock on beetch~

What happened today:

went to watch wolverine with john ( Devil wears prada ) at boogies today.. the movie was rather bad.. it had no link to the first x-men movie lah fuck.. bloodyhell, i paid 6 bucks for this and all i got was huh? what the fuck? at the end of the movie.. but then again, i love you hugh jackman... i love the way your crotch stood up even though you passed out after being shot by the fucker, victor... wooohooo... you're shooo hot... ngahahahahhahah ;D after that we went to have dinner at the kopitiam near my place.. then talked cock and smoked.. went home and the vengeful fever came back again.. how i wish i could go to bed now..

thanks john (devil wears prada)

for sacrificing your monday evening for me ;D

you da man..

anyway, here's what happened yesterday at bishan: as usual, my classmates were happily walking to our usual lepak session block outside of school- syaza, julie, putra, me and ira ;D i had a stick in my mouth and was happily singing nobody but you to atira from 5metres away and screaming who got lighter agghhh??? and right after that the dude from HSA had to search our bags for ciggs and screen our ICs.. waddefuck? of course, we all threw our stashes into the bin with super sonic speed while the dude was busy talking to the rest of the guys.. thank god i took the stick out of my mouth cos i felt something was not right.. it really was just not right.. oh yeah, it was atira's IT'S HSA laa cheebye... face.. hahaha ;D.. in the end, we were let off easy cos no one was caught smoking ecp toyol..but then again, his legal.. so yaa.. no biggie ;D

we were still in the mood for apple-pies and double-cheeseburgers ;D or subway..

where to go later? i must spend my saturday wisely man..

ohhh.. i shall go meet up with Wan and go drinking at clarke quay tonight!!!!

ngahahahahahahahaaa...

screw you bastard..

least get paid for being a cuntwhore ;D