i'm just not up for politiks. now i know why people go to war. it's so much easier to just hit someone brutally till they hurt real bad then to patiently talk to them. pacifism is dead.
i'm in such a pissy mood, you could even say i'm depressed. which is quite a contradiction, because you wouldn't be bothered to feel all hot and angered when you're depressed.
i can be vair selfish sometimes; the due dates were getting on everyone's nerves i think but it's all over now. "the end of your honeymoon semester," cordy said. i wonder how bad next sem's gonna be like; hectic i'm sure but let's not think about that cos the 2 months is here for no assignments!
hairy arms might not necessarily mean gorilla looky likey hair-filled limbs.
the wikipedia meaning
HOLIDAYS ARE HERE! As much as I want it, I don't want it. Wokay. This means shopping!! =))
FUCK
looking for mr right. criterias for application are as follows (in no order of preference):
1. cute
2. well built
3. speaks good english
4. good sense of humour
5. cheeky
6. nice smile
7. intelligent
8. taller than me
9. able to cook
10. good kisser
11. able to tolerate my nonsense (bimbo moments, pms, etc.)
12. open minded
13. preferably muslim
first expenditure for the week:
80 cents on the straits times.
i feel so intellectual.
like a long fling where nothing happened
2. The people there make life fun. It is really a show of friendship and camaradarie when we get together either to do work or to spur each other on. There's this great unity among FMS students, even when we don't necessarily know each other.
3. I have a 2 month holiday awaiting me. No studying, no mugging, no worrying about promos. Just money making and fun. 'Nuff said!
The real man is competitive. He will put anyone down, he will make any snide comment. He will do anything, to show he is the real man. The real man is arrogant. The real man rules all.
i've decided to leave out the names because some are meant to be private readings.
and some are just plain stupid.
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04 September, 2005 17:14.you're looking for Mr. Right?!Is there even such a thing nowadays?!
I see you've got Employment.I am violently jealous :(
04 September, 2005 23:30.
the hell...? word verification?
anyway, IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE READ YOUR BLOG. i kind of miss it.
and yaaay quotes.
it took me a while to understand what your entry was about. slow yes, i know.
05 September, 2005 10:58.
i knew it, you love me!
eh anyways, it's time you strikeout "final writt comm shit." :DDDD
05 September, 2005 20:54.
so is mine stupid?
06 September, 2005 01:17.
helooo, you who steamed on stage!
sorry i just had to say that :D
07 September, 2005 00:58.
employment is good shit la damn it. its on play the whole day and im not sick of it yet,
hello muji! no word verfication, got many people trying to sell me forest stocks. which is so not gonna happen. they think im stupid. they make me buy forest stock, then they cut down the forest. they can take the stocks and shove it up their ass.
nadadadada. i love you very much too. french me one day.
no esther, your's is full of meaning. better than a haiku. one liners are great liners.
hello lamb! i like mutton chop alot. dont chop my mutton though. it was not my little boy ok, it shrunk at all the attention. it was the pants.
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