the chronologues of the many yet-to's

let's see, week beginning 31st august 2006..not a very rough week compared to the previous 2, but it'll dry me up like a prune nonetheless and i've yet to:

1.) clean my room, gosh, it's filthy, nuff said
2.)finish up my macroeconomics portfolio
3.) completing the SYA website, geocities suck.
4.)study all theories for Communication Skills (mandatory, failure rate-statiscally high)
5.)study for CSA excel test (the most minor task here, and its a test)
6.)watch pirates of the caribbean and nacho libre
7.)get a job

like i said, rough week, like walking on the desert bare-footed. i need a good laugh, maybe a comedic performance that'll literally give me cramps, like the one i had last year, with russell peters.

ever get those stupid bad-stomach situations where you need to urgently take dumps? you rush to find a damn toilet, only to let out a huge fart. what utter disappointment. i've had such rush-ups before (or rush-down, if you will), but not as big a fart. anyhoo, i've been around school and have heard it 'live', exploding fart bombs that go :prprprppprrrppppppppppppppppppIUCKK! poot. poot..prrpppppprprpppzzzzit. followed by the little boy and fat man, *doooomp pish (sound of brown hitting against the water and sinking in thereafter, causing a splashing effect), i don't feel disgusted, i just laugh it off. it's even funnier when you know the cubicle is a squater, imagine the.....ah, nevermind, i don't want to ruin meals.

meanwhile, if you happen to chance upon saturday's straits times, you will find Mahathir's article. i laughed. he had this mommy-didn't-buy-me-toys face, so damn pathetic, but damn funny.

and so friday's alumni event drew to a close, not with much success, neither with that of failure similarly, it wasn't as bad as i expected.the bands rocked like a million times better than teacher's day performances, wah lau, cannot make it man. sing off key also continue.

mel's sister's chalet, brilliant, what a spread, couldn't eat much, had little appetite, sorry. but it was great la, the atmosphere, could do with class chalets man, one during school break another, well, during school break, cept that one's with my current class and the other with 4e1/2 respectively. i hope nobody calls yusong, troublemaker, idiot extraordinaire. if he turns up, i will brand him.

SIGNING OFF
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i'm running away from what now?

wow, my present situation is definitely not desirable, its a nightmare. I'm actually typing this blog post in bits and pieces, with work taking up bigger chunks of the time-pie, funny thing i experienced today:


Mdm Aishah: "Darren? Are you okay?"

Darren: *wha?

Mdm Aishah: " You look like you're not well, are you in a trance?"

D: *wha?

Mdm Aishah: (demonstrates how i rocked forwards and backwards with sleepy eyes)

Class: hahahahahahaha

D: *sniff, oh, i'm anticipating a sneeze coming, but it went away. (ponders if my rocking looked like thrusting in a umm..bang, since me , faiz and ben were talking about orgasms [yes, orgasms], strange...)



having kids is tough. why?

1.) stupid questions they ask you
2.) cleaning up their shit
3.) $$$, yes put these 3 dollar signs and hide it, then forget where you put the money, and realise this: oh fuck, my money has been invested in a baby who keeps shitting.

i suggest that if you want kids, earn decent income (which means to study well and work hard ya lazy assholes), find an appropriate time and a considerate wife who doesn't demand too much, spare some time from work to accustom to the family

OR... PUT ON A DAMN EUROPEAN MIDDLE FINGER GLOVE.

why say this? cos of issues like pre-marital sex, yea. soft-hearted people will tell you, hey it's not their fault for balah balah balah BOLLOCKS. sure, i killed this person, it's not my fault i killed the person, its my knife's fault, for being in my hand, giving me an extra and fatal proximity of (insert knife/sharp object/ clock/whatever weapon length) to insert the object into the victim. please don't arrest me, arrest my knife. oh and by the way, abortion is stupid, why end a life because you (analogy: shit too much, my diaper buay tahan,diaper gave way, shit in pants or so much shit that it fell on the floor) fucked too early and can't take it? abortion is like plugging a cork into your asshole, prevents you from shitting, but giving a lot of guilt later (jam in colon/anus, body feels weak)

haha, this is just some random comments that i produce after a long day in school with lots of work to do? see what heavy work loads do to you? they make your knees weak.

WEAR A CONDOM IF YOU'RE PLANNING TO FUCK BUT DON'T HAVE THE $ TO SUPPORT A KID OR YOUR HUMILITY.

SIGNING OFF
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kill this existence.

I RAISE A TOAST TO ANOTHER FUCKING BORING WEEKEND. ONCE EVERYONE IS DONE WITH THEIR STUPID ASSIGNMENTS, WE'RE ALL GO SPEND MONEY, CATCH MOVIES, EAT, TRIGGER HAPPY STYLE. don't make me hate macroeconomics please. the articles were so written so damn professionally (by IMF mind you) it took me like 7 times through the article before i could understand what the grandmother's crack pipe it was trying to say. sheesh, people, students are trying to do projects here, write simply, assholes.

i guess being in the business school has its drawbacks, presentations-wise, we have lots of 'em. which pretty much gets on your nerves (literally, from all that shaking)... it's damn freaking hilarious however, if you thought business schools had no freaking beng-posers ala:

WA SI LENG! , I DRAGON! FEAR ME! I AM DAME COOH (cool)!
THIS COLD IMAGE I POH-TWEI (portray) IS EH-SOHLOOTLY NEHSERSALY (absolutely necessary) WAH LAU-EH, A LOT OF CHAR BOH LIKE ME KNOW?
















yes, this is totally random and my drawing sucks. but hey, at least it shows i hate bengs right?
can't stand those smoking bamboo sticks, its like, eeeyur.

i can't say it, only to be afraid that i'll lose a good friend and all hopes thereafter. i'm not a good person afterall.

anyhoo, i've got accounts test on tuesday, wish me luck!

SIGNING OFF
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god forsaken hours spent in a frozen cavern will kill you

its like freaking 3.30 am in the morning and im still here typing recollections for the past week, the air-con is so blardy cold, i can't feel my hands..

this weekend was bland, too bland, didn't really step out of the house, except to grab a bag of chips and the mail. chiong-ed naruto from ep 1 to 52 in 1 day, haha, what a lonely way to end a tiresome week. tomorrow's the OB meeting, gotta showcase what i've done by sourcing UNO copy of the HOME section of the straits times, gotta admire the lazy man's genius, found in your local lazy bum

i can't wait for the damn september holidays to come, i need to work , get $ for a PSP,more Heineken and chicken. haha, no more boring lectures. well here you are, pictures of me looking dumb in formal attire.















looks like only faiz noticed the camera.


















me and delphine, lazy to rotate la, bending your neck
a little won't kill you right?
















1B11, 2006/7 with CP Mr Vincent and if you're wondering why
gunawan looks so happy, cos he's jumping around like a 5 year old boy
who has just gotten candy.

I'm still cold, skin deep

SIGNING OFF
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15mins from the toilet after peeing, i felt like peeing again.

yes, the title suggests that i was freaking nervous during the speech cum presentation today, Mdm Aisha and her student said I was good (ego level up!), but i READ from the script (ego demoted)...ouch, i guess i did average...considering it the pro and con cancels each other out. like any MMPORG active skill, turning on my 'English' mode, i drain my MP. otherwise, im just singaporean boy average. meh...at least i didn't literally have butterflies in my stomach, ben had to take a crap. haha..i looked funny with a formal dress-sense. my shirt couldn't be ironed, for some reason, the crease disappears for a few seconds before coming back later, my mom totally gave up on it.'frustrating' she calls it..haha..DAMN YOU POLYESTER KNITTING!

and so the world cup wrapped up like a few days ago with the Azurri emerging as champions, undeserving i supposed. Materazzi is an SOB, i suggest to him Geylang, if you readers have been keeping track with news updates, you would've known what i meant. i say good headbutt Zizou, that motherfucker deserved it.

oh and people who watch football only for the hype and popularity are fuckers who think they know a lot of football, i've watched it since young and i wouldn't even say i'm pro enough to "correct"or "justify" a person's OPINION. yes, opinion. a tag-board functions mainly as 1.) coffeeshop talk, 2.)message-leaving system, not used as a way to shoot down people's comments. oh and if that certain reader feels like i'm intentionally Arrow-ing him, i am, cos he said "scold me if you want". i am doing you the honour. i know you support the French side, i do to, but the way you sided the team was like an angry fan who couldn't get tickets to Olympiastadion to watch everything for himself. so what if you watched the match, its superficial comments you think were very solid, i suggest to you http://soccernet.espn.go.com/section?id=worldcup&cc=4716, read before you start 'correcting' anyone, oh and brazil played too laid-backly, hence they lost, i wouldn't say the french team was better or anything. unless you're god, it's really too hard to tell.

please, if you want to argue, gather solid evidences first,(oh, this is another guy)around thinking you know alot by spewing baseless opinions to make up for your negative-IQ. people like you are the bane of society, if everyone says what he wants and somehow convinces the audience that yes, it is solid fact then Earth won't live past AD 2300.


ps:photos later
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worried man sense's tingling

oh heck, presentation's tomorrow, i'm screwed, seriously, like how many times did the group meet? one hand's worth of fingers is too sufficient. although i did take note of the things she pointed out during the trial presentation, hope that saves my arse from being burnt by the fire. yes, it's nerve wrecking, i can tell.

celebrated chuan rong's birthday today, haha, was tasked to get the cake with faiz and benedict, let's just say the cake was er... complicated, when it came to sticking birthday candles...

watched superman returns with the gang, it seems that weekly outings has just become less and less responsive, 4 people only? how busy are you? fuggit, everytime i try to freaking organise something, they're never free. fug la. well about the movie: superman, per-marital sex-engager, crappy journalist, ok, the self-defeating part

Superman: Man of small balls (but apparently, the actor's wang was so huge, they had to design his underwear to cage up the um... tiger.


( oh sure, he's laughing at me now, it's a status thing, i haven't made my move, perhaps i don't plan to in the next 2 years, perhaps i'll chance upon it, but i'm not the least amused.)

SIGNING OFF
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week of complication

updates and heck, over the week, lotsa stuff happened

1.) scored 19.5/30 for OB, needa do-a bedda!
2.)scored 46/50 for accounts, not bad, but must kick everyone's ass, i yearn for full marks.
3.)germany beat argentina 4-2 on penalties, argentinians, violent bunch, oh and some individual told me to get my facts right, as opposed to how he gets his facts from a little dutch munchkin called umberto the peanut sandwich.
4.)england lost, boohoo, i was so sad. i fucking hate cristiano 'pretty boy' ronaldo. motherfucking sissy shit.
5.)brazil lost? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (so as said by millions world-wide)

wow, explosive, traumatic, whichever you wanna call it.

brian's gay, as how he avoids some er... 'issues'.. he suggests that i _ _ _ something from _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and give it to somebody else. wtf? heck. I'm gonna be nice and play messenger for a while, just to see what happens.

that reminds me, should i break the walls and ...? or should i step in further for another cause?i felt that it could happen,but then again, the scarring that happened to someone could serve as a good example that i shouldn't tread into a point of no return. sigh, i used to think i had lotsa choices to pick from, but it was never true to begin with.i write vaguely to mask the confusion that's happening inside, for it hurts to keep it within.

oh well, i let time and money (my freaking wage(s)) do its job, then i'll get stuck at another mud hole. brilliant.

SIGNING OFF
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