Wednesday, January 31, 2007
It Made My Day
This just made my day. Hyori ROCKS!!
Amazing bod, fantastic dance moves, alluring features... How much better can it get?
And admit it guys.. How many of you were actually paying attention to wat she's singing? HAHA
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Icecream
I just took a
test.
And guess what. Yours truly here is the daddy of cool. Here are the results:
COOKIE DOUGH!
You scored 74% SWEET, 74% CHUNKY, and 40% UNIQUE!
Vanilla ice cream with gobs of chocolate chip cookie dough.
You're an oldie, but goodie...the now-classic chocolate chip cookie dough.
It's sweet, but not overwhelmingly so, and has just the right amount of chunks.
You make a good friend and your wild streak shows itself every now and then...enough to make things interesting. Y
ou prefer to stick with what you know, but sometimes can't help getting a little crazy.
My test tracked 3 variables. How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 99% on SWEET
You scored higher than 99% on CHUNKY
You scored higher than 99% on UNIQUE Now... Since i'm the top 1 percentile of my level...
Being all cool and nice at the same times, as well as being uniquely ME, its time for the queue to form to date me out! Haha...
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Bad Day
Today is a fucked up day. A sonafabitch stole my shirt. My fav one at that... With a cute Byakuya cartoon. Sg dun have that kind.
To the fucker who took the shirt. May you choke on e food u eat, kena knock by car when on the road, kena struck by lightning on the streets, fall down the stairs you climb, kena bird shit under the tree, and just fucking die you sonfabitch!!
I dont fucking understand... Its just a shirt. Cannot just go get one urself? CCB. You got the hands to steal it, you got the strength to get the money to buy one. Fucking return me the fucking shirt you fucker... You can keep the damn hanger.. But i want the shirt.
Today is a fucked up day. The world is full of fucked up people. Die assholes... DIE!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Battle of The Peak Hour
I was waiting for the beloved mrt just now, to get back to home sweet home. And guess wat... I met with the dreaded peak hour crowd.
There... In front of me, stood 84351039032 people, and only ONE door... And when the train came, everyone squeezed and shoved. So i did the most common sense thing. I stepped back. Soon after, another 803893457843 people came in front of me, and squeeze and shove they did. And i stepped back again...
After 3 trains gng by in this manner, i realised something is amiss. I had just wasted 15mins and the fucking crowd has not reduced. It is so wrong. So i did the next most common sense thing. I stared at every single fucker who tried to step in front of me. Lo and behold! I got into the next train easily as every single bugger felt my presence.
How do these peeps survive the pushing and shoving? I swore i saw one silly bugger get 'kiaped' by the doors. Stupid piece of shit...
