just remembered one of my all time favourite oldies while bathing. here goes. when i was young, i listen to the radio, listening for my favourite song, when they played i sing along, it made me smile. those days were happier times and not so long ago, how i wonder where they've gone but they are back again justl iek a long lost friend how i ....wish this will never end? every shalalalala every wowuwowu still shine every shingle ling ge ling........ i forgot. hahaha!
i need to mug for bio. no more, im going to mug but end up surfing the net and slacking rather than studying. but whats the use now? its the last paper. and the past papers were PANGSAI. second time im blogging. hahaa i think i got lots to say.
SHUCKS! my exams end on wed. geog students end tomorrow. unfair :( but i prefer bio. hee hee. bio rocks, pebbles, stone, boulders whatever. lamo. hahaha. typical blogger. being lame and calling themselve lame. but so whatever! look! whatever too. arguing with yourself. so typical. im turning into a psycho.
who want to go streaking with me? CHRISTIAN, you are very welcome to join.hahaha! im deciding to streak during the lit papers! woo hoo.
whats the world coming to? i recall sec 1! all the innocent kids of 2c, attending lit class but stanley ho. that was when we came in contact with michael jackson's earth song! i still remembered the lyrics! see! such a good student. role model to many! hahahaa!
saw some interesting questions in 8 days, last page. 'things that made us go hmmm' why are panties plural and bra singular? can you cry under water? if corn oil is made from corn and vergetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from? haha.
go dig a hole in the wall and screw it. hahaha. random stuff. and don't think the sick way. i really mean go to a wall, dig a bloody hole then screw a screw in it. other foreign objects are not welcome, i don't think the wall likes it. hahaha! what the hell am i typing? im dying from the urge to study but the lack of discipline to carry out. shit.
i miss p6 days. seeing the psle students make me sick. i felt like grabbing one of them and just project them up in the air or just swing them around. no no no peng. this is not sane. i think im cathcing the grace's sadis virus. arrggh. noooo. i don't want to stuck a dagger in someone and drag. so sick to see the guts flowing out and getting caught in some sharp objects and the blood splurting everywhere, the gory image. the stomach juice oozing out, dissolving the rest of the organs. the slowly ripping sound of the skin and flesh as its slowly tearing apart by the constant dragging. the screaming, the pain, the agony as the person watches, helpless as slowly his life drains and reduce to nothing but a mass of flesh, guts and bones. the sick laughter, the disgusting grin the twisted murderer thinks and simply scoop the remains and spread them on his tongue. the gushing sound of blood being forced out of the guts as he chews, the slimy. screw it. too much. no time to describe too.
