to my fag friends
the world is round, therefore what goes around comes around. karma, an eye for an eye. girls are always able to see this, and are able to come up with plans to carry out 'revenge' but hardly have the balls to. guys are NEVER able to see that girls should hurt them in return, but always capitalise on that girls never get back to them. hence i hope deb and rods never find the balls to dang me.
i was catching up with an old old friend. shit how time has passed, how i see history repeated in lives of others... slippery slope, friend... slippery slope. like a slippery nipple. [random: alton towers (theme park in UK) hotel's bar has a shooter called slippery ripple instead of a slippery _______ (insert word related to boobs breats tit teat arreola and its not 'sweet' or 'fantastic' or other adjectives)].
i hope that you will find the balls to do what's right and not what your balls want to do. however hard it is, use your head not cockhead, you dickhead.
i love you
to the one that will never read this
X, so long ago it seems, that i met you that X-mas of 2002. we've come so far and have split even further. it's a pity that we haven't GONE that far. hehehe jokes. a horny bastard, with physical closure everywhere, you were the one that didn't give me any, yet provided me with all the emotional support. i never appreciated it till it was gone, and i've never realised it till now. and now i have, it's so late; too late. when i left singapore, i was worried that you won't know how to take care of yourself and stuff. i'm so glad that you've found someone to help you with that. if there was ever anything you needed ... :)

shit. if only she was a bit younger, or i was a little older. i'd go steady with rodelle's grandma. she's a stunner, but not in the way one'd imagine... anyway, i think she's capable of beating even batman/superman, and THAT'S saying something. 'stupid batman, ang moh know kungfu, must be chup jeng one... chup jeng = kio bastard lo".
ice skating yesterday was awesome... 2nd time in my life. shit im a loser. however it was as fun as dang-ing a grandmother. have you seen a 1.8-1.9m faggot fall on ice? i have, and his name is Tseng-gay. stupid sam should've been there to laugh till his other 2 wisdom teeth fall out. went to ghim moh to eat duck rice after, *makes crazy joelle arm actions* FREAKIN GOOD.
today. i was just being cool. and bought 2 comics. whoopie. and met rod's granny (hehehe).
aye someone give me some techno songs please, i need to brush up on my DDR (if im ever serious about the LATER, shoot me. or better yet, dang me.)
2 pearlyn and joelle : get well soon. :) @}--;--- <-- this is a flower... serious.
check you mofo's later!

if you believe in a higher being, a god of any sort (eg. you're reading a bible now), dont you think its scary that when there's no one around and you've the opportunity to do something evil or wrong (eg. suan-bian raping someone), you think no one is watching you (except if you're hot and have a stalker), but your god is watching you intently as you're the only one around (or a perv. is watching you)?
or is it worse for atheists (like all gummy bears), that knowing in the same situation, if you commit that crime, you're letting no one but yourself down?
i think worst of is someone like me (not the short fingers part, just character wise); i believe in god and i also believe in having the right morals. tsk. i should rot in hell already.
i believe in putting others before self. hence if someone has put trust in you, and you let him/her down when no one was watching, that's very naughty. and you should get spanked. wait, tied up first, THEN spanked. and subsequently... ...
what im trying to say, is not that katolik biatches are better imports than their even worse english speaking counterparts with funnier surnames, but that maids are quite dodgy. joking only. i might actually have to help with housework. whoopie -_-'"

sunday go church. monday buddhist temple. tuesday synagogue. wednesday mosque. thurs sri mariman temple. friday cannot eat meat. saturday sacrifice one halah sheep, burn some hell money. what im tryin to say, is i needed all the help from up there to pass. and thank that one true God figure for helping me pass. thank you for givin me a younger bro that kicks my balls too. at least he doesnt try to burn them. morbid. woots hardcore word i learnt today. -_-'" <-- rods face
well anyways, my secret agent from a 3rd world country, codename agent VC-ireally-1-2-69 is arriving tomorrow. uFOOOOO! the world's doomed! i forsee great oral sex within the next week or so...
tomorrow, after long last, finally meeting up with the sji boys. they're so cool they should be BOIZ. woah. stop that cool shit rui, blowing myself. i mean blowing myself away. maybe if we're bored, we could call darren lu out (remember him from a few posts ago?) or christian long (remember him from like 1000000 pimples ago?).
today was hot. temperature in orchard and also in the sauna. learnt how to keep a ccb from smelling like a ccb and just a cb. use soap as a tampon. met my secret IRC sex partner, told me to bring condoms to his place for sweets n oral sex. mmm.
met the other RRR's today. small RRRR and tall RRRR. so sweet la. DA er-jiejie rods brought them out. so sweet. just like teacher n students. in her power-nehneh zebra dress. stop stealing their food lar rods. drink more ice lemon tea.
kbye

so sam's taking a shit in my bathroom, eugene's dead asleep cause i didnt allow him to sleep last night and made him go to east coast park to cycle for 2 hours. im here just fucking around as usual.
watched 'good will hunting', one of my fav. shows with sam (eugene tried to step up to the big dawgs but fell asleep like the little bitch he is). damn it was a good show, and watched in good appreciative company.
'But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God, put an angel on Earth just for you.'
'people call them imperfections, but they're not, that's the good stuff.'
"not everything should be quoted you know, rui"
so in a few hours, the 3 musketeers are deciding to head down to escape theme park and fuck some shit up. hope there are some babes so i can perv., eh! then we have to meet MT for our superman movie date. final-farkin-ly i get to watch it. was waitin for sam to get back from friggin KL (but he's forgiven, cause he bought us kueh's, but refused to believe pandan crepes with coconut filling is called kueh dadar, so i think). but the CATCH is that stupid biatch maddie is coming to watch the film with us. maybe can poison her popcorn (thumbs up). poison it with tao gay.
ok sam is beckoning me to bed in a very kinky fashion. gtg bye.

heres the plan: gonna find a bank, and ROB it. running outta cash, fast. fuck. to make matters worse, i just busted a watermelon. it belonged to MT's mum, aka mother in law. shit. i passed it (and it was an excellent pass, mind you) to eugene, and because of the physics same as his mums, and his sweaty palms (he was humid), he failed to catch it with his short fingers (nearly as short but not short enough) and dropped the mofo like it was hot, but it was not. in fact, we found out why a watermelon was called a watermelon. alot of water came out. shit. wish it was a wo-de-mei-ren, then all the mei-ren's will come out. anyway, i blame eugene, but regardless, i have to negotiate with a watermelon in hand with mother in law to still allow our wedding to go on.
world cup update: i still dont give a .
shoshi's sleeping on the floor with a blankie (*hello* debs) and eugene's in the shower (hehehehe. hello eugene. peekaboo, i see you.) and im here looking at humsup websites. quick, clear the history files before joelle sees them.
hope you erm. cool girls are having fun in vietnam. remember, beware the tao gay.

poogene's cumming down from KL tomorrow. cool stuff. no idea what we're gonna do other than gay sex. people, if you have any idea what to do in singapore, please advise.
to eugene : dont worry, i've got all the cool stuff planned out already.
sian-ing in singapore. anyone know a darren lu? fag-maester, canoe-ist from sji, now in SAJC? he's been telling people i like many cha-bor (which i dont deny), but he associates me romantically with girls who are just friends. so i got bored and asked keith for his number. keith being the good man he is, immediately offered to call darren and sort things out. darren proceeded to deny allegations. is he calling me a liar. that dirty dog. that's dog with OG, not AWG. anyway if i ever get bored, i'll just call him out. probably get eugene to bash him. or mt. hehehe.
i feel damn bloated. ate too much, as always. at this rate, definitely win my part of 2kg bet. maybe even 4. :)