Thursday, September 29, 2005
- 2:12 pm
you know the promos are coming when your strange jurassic park style nightmares dont even compare to that other one you had last night of your history lecture. or when your in skool from 10 to 8 pretty much everyday or your bag is actually full of notes and nothing else or oh what the heck i wont bore you with the mundane rigours of the life of a singaporean student; especially the murderous exams that come towards the end of the year which are inexplicably called end of years. unless of course you want to add that nice little jingly nickname they give the annual promotional examinations in a (unsuccessful) bid to make it seem that much cuter and cuddly.
i mean what the hell do i care as to whether the sultans/priyayis/whatever elites had such giant headaches that they decided to give their colonial masters blowjobs- and serve the coffee after that? i dont, but does it matter? of course not! :) :) *beams* or as some retarded counterparts of mine put it (and i do mean RETARDED- socially and mentally) *bEAmZ/gRiNz/iM sUcH a fUckIng mOrOn i cAnt wRiTe pROpeRlY*
who wants a slap?
all my friends are dead
look for the album, by freddy gage. isnt the title just ah-doooor-ah-bel??? geeze louise there was so much affection dripping from that it would give marilyn manson a cardiac.
somebody needs to tell good old george bush that katrina isnt his new private secretary and that hurrimacanes- or fast wind as he so nicely puts it- have nothing to do with his gastric ailments. or that his mom has no business poking her soon to be cryogenically preserved nose into affairs of the state.
the death of one is a tragedy
bush likes to talk a lot huh. the man needs a typical indian grandmother with a weapon better than any lame old 'iron fist'. i mean come on! thats so cliched! try the made in india cowskin shoes- first rate, owned by grandmothers everywhere for beating their children who scold their grandchildren. whatever. or them chinese people, who americans think 'karaty' their kids when theyre bad, or malays who practise the same grandmother maternal protectorate doctorate mandate thing. like european people all over the world have no idea exactly how up to date we are; something pathetically sad considering how much more advanced we in singapore are than so many of them. running the risk of sounding nationalistic, i think we got it going the right way (dont get me wrong im still gonna try busting my way into the film industry overseas).
so the priyayis soiled their little diapers complaining how they dint get nuff respect, and so the brits werent that interested in malayan ketupat making classes. i think the whole concept of colonialism was a stupid excuse aimed at the so called advancement of asian countries- all after wiping out our heritage and culture. how many kids nowadays would prefer a madonards chisbeger happy mil (you get what i mean) to a good old plate of char kway teow? dont be shy now, or a stupid suck up like that fat boy in my primary two class (2C henry park pri sch) who proudly proclaimed that he hated sweets during his health education lesson, only to be caught two periods later sucking on a ring pop. his name was prashanth i think; and guess what? he remains fat to this day, affectionately known as 'penguin' in more notable social circles. i dont really care.
the general paper is tomorrow. three hours that coulda been better spent sleeping. anyhows it means that the promos (see? so jingly) start tomorrow.
well, here we go
i guess i'll see you on the other side
hit the stars
