Thick-lipped

Ne-Yo is coming down to Msia. And im getting so sick of his songs on radio. Similarly so when AAR came down. All you hear is the same songs over and over again.



John: Where did ne-yo get his name ah?
Me: Because his real name is Nelson Yollander, so difficult to pronounce, so they cut it down to Ne-Yo.
John: Ohhhh

YOLLANDER RLY?!

8 Reasons Why He Did Not Come

Oh Santa,



I guess you didn't receive my wish list, or was i not good enough a boy?

Maybe you have some problem with your GPS, that your reindeers lost their way, and you missed out on Malaysia and went to only Singapore and Thailand instead.

Maybe its because of my house, because Malaysians don't use chimneys.

Or are you still at home, waiting to hear the gossips on Tiger Woods, whether he has anymore pornstar mistresses under his sleeves, that you couldn't leave your couch?

Or maybe you didn't leave home because you didn't want to miss the Catching up With The Kardashians marathon on christmas eve? I know you love them booty Santa.

I think more logically its because you start delivering from the States, and once you reach Asia it would already be daylight, and that your some kind of Santa Cullen whose vampiric identity would be revealed when you shine in the sun.

Maybe you don't deliver humans, They might cost extra in shipping fees. Or maybe humans cannot get over your Customs.

Maybe you got saman-ed for speeding too fast on your sleigh, and that you didn't have any money to pay your summons, so you gave my present away to the cops as duit kopi instead.

O RLY?!

Its a wrap

I experienced college life I was a (terrible) class representative I got sick of Sunway Pyramid I found out how painful a paintball shot and an ice skate fall is the hard way I saw Tyson Rittler in flesh and found out he wasn't that hot I went for MTV worldstage wipee I watched ManU play live I lost tons in poker and even betted my camera at one point I took part in an art exhibition I rode on public transport to a disgusted extent I almost ran over a bunch of teenage girls while driving home because they were so bimbo you cannot blame me I had people drive me around before i had my license I clubbed and found out there wasn't any big deal about it I read a lot of Neil Gaiman and found him really amazing I played in a Symphonic band I became Treasurer of the club like god knows how I maintained old friendships an improved them as well I bade a good friend farewell I owned my own car I learnt to forgive people more easily I envied couples I fell in love like never before I resisted peer pressure at times but still I conformed to people a lot and suffered its consequences I controlled my procrastination habits I realized that Twilight is not half bad I got scolded gay for liking Twilight I think Alice Cullen is smoking I found out Taylors are scammers but I would be working for them soon so shhh I had a bunny for a pet who has Claws of Death I grew fat from irregular meals I still ponder over Lady Gaga and her bizzareness I developed a fetish for Homer and Patrick Star whom i refer to as geniuses I pledged my allegiance to flip-flops I vomitted at Esso station when i shisha'd too much I almost passed out at Rhasta I crushed sugar cubes to release stress I failed to get Jacob's body and I baked cakes which taste like puppies I destroyed the kitchen I ate s'mores for the first time in my life I found out marshmallows get tastier when you put them over a fire I cried when MJ died

20O9 RLY?!

Bonkeroflolcopter

When i found out Avatar cost 200 million to produce, I was like 'I'm really going to catch this one". But as time goes by, i went 'WTF man'

What is wrong with James Cameron. Yes, Titanic earned him 1.8 billion or so twelve years ago. So it wouldn't be wrong to spam a fraction of that money on another movie right? Take 200 mil for a fraction. He's all the way bonkeroflolcopters.

You might say its a expression of 'film directing at its epitome', or an 'epic production that can change the world of film-making'. Sure, there's nothing wrong about spending in the name of art, or to share a masterpiece of 12 years to the whole world. But that's not how you spend money. The way he spends it is no different than how the oil kings over at dubai splurge over their multi-billion dollar buildings.

I'm no humanitarian, and I don't think i will ever fit the part in my life, but think, James, of what else you can do with that money. Try and save some lives, while your old life is still worth it.

Bonker-rofl-lol-helicopters.

O RLY?!

Run or You're Dead

Omg. Run, its a Jonas Brother

O RLY?!

D'OH!

I dont believe it.
the car cost 1.5k to be fixed.
Goodbye Pc fair.
Goodbye Dell Studio.
What the hell.
I still cannot believe it.
Noh way.

O-IM-BROKE-RLY

PS: Homer is the smartest yellow dude in Springfield DO'OH!

Vrooomm

This beaut is a regular at al safa

Well what could i say, beautiful car but probably (most likely) not capable of a driver

Doesn't it take away the point of life, in which you 'build-up-from-scratch'? Imagine getting a luxurious first car, where would you go from there?

PSft not jealous of course, just not content.

Talking about cars:

KC: Dam I want to sleep la

Me: Eh, then let me drive, I can drive manual one

KC: Go die, if you drive, later i sleep cannot wake up forever

Me: That is called PEACE

KC: Peace your head, if i wake up with one hand here my leg there, and my head there, you call that peace?

Me: I call that PIECES.

LOL RLY

Are you RLY architect

Well i cannot find an ending to Pigeons. Aiks. I don't think i want to write anymore either. I thought i could find fun in writing. No? Really-short-attention-span-syndrome (RSASS).







Anyway Tiger Woods got into a car accident. Dude hit a fire hydrant apparently, I have only one quote for you Mr Woods, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Hydrant."







I have a friend asking what the hell i do in my course. Psychology, Business, effective public communication even english lessons. Oh my. Very Architecture-related indeeeed.

And i had scanned some work ino the computer for the final submission of CnC anyway, so here you are babe,

"Arkitect? Mana building-building semua?" Haha i get that alot. And I don't know how to answer them.

Here i am designing postcards. And posters. For the Baba and Nyonya.

O RLY?!

Pigeons Part 2

"Ooh Baby don't you know i suffer? Ooh Baby can't you hear me moan?"

The song played, distortion-laden, accompanied by enigmatic, falsetto vocals. Afternoon passed slowly. And Hedwig was making itself well at home.


Harry drifted to every inch of his house. His house in which he had put in all his savings to get errected. And as mentioned, he did not give a fuck about money. Not at all. Money didn't spin his world round, Ginny did.


The second verse hit, "I thought i was a fool for no one, oooh baby i'm a fool for you.."


He laid spread-eagled on the cold marble floor and waved his limbs as if a snow-angel, and realized not being chilled by the cold, as he was ice cold himself. He dropped a picture frame of their picture together, with shattering glass that gashed him deep. Expecting to be cut, only to find that he was harder than glass himself. He shrugged.

He pressed ink to paper, only to realize where he should address the letter to. To Paradise Falls? Absurd. He slipped the pen into its sheath. He shrugged, again.


And Harry went into slumber.

"You're the queen of the superficial, how long before you tell the truth?"

.........................

Harry followed the cool voice, which led him to an old cupboard he forgot existed. A bone of a woman sat silently inside. Harry knew his love too well to not know who the frame of calcium belonged to. He shrieked.

Hyperventilating, he woke up, It was dead midnight

And he shuffled to the old cupboard. No Ginny. He was quite relieved. Though, he had found a draft of his last letter he wrote to Ginny in it. Seamless. Beautifully written. Almost, (pardon me), orgasmic.

He felt lost for a moment. It was then when he heard a burst. A burst of white. Hedwig was gone from the cage he was locked in.

And the song was played no more.

........................

Translusent feathers which glowed in the darkness gave Hedwig away. Harry was led to the old cupboard he saw in his dreams. The trail of feathers ended there, and he swung the doors open.

Another burst of feathers filled the space, and in the cupboard he found no bird. He found a girl. Bare. She was looking exhausted.

He couldn't help himself, nor his eyes. Her curves just appealed to him too much. The suppleness and perkiness of mounds. Porcelain of skins and pretty strands of blond hair. Testosterone-filled, Harry felt as if puberty hit him again. As he felt guilt rush to his head.


The shape shifter greeted her master. Luna was sent down by the Gods themselves, to personally attend to Harry's distress. She could help him find Ginny back.


Harry's ear rang and felt his heart miss a beat. Suddenly Harry could feel Ginny, as beautiful as she was, parading in front of his wet eyes. He couldn't wait, neither could Luna.


Luna pressed her fingers to Harry ice cold chest, not at all suprise by his cold, as she was as cold herself, maybe even colder. She traced his racing heart. Guilt hit Harry again.

Time was too scarce. She's been waiting a lifetime to serve his master. They would go, right away, that night itself.

"Glaciers melting in the Dead of Night, the superstar sucked into the supermassive..."

Pigeons Part 1

A man was selling pigeons down the lane.


You could see one of the plump birds ten blocks away. Pure, virgin white, fat and juicy. The fluttering sounds of their oversized wings woke Harry up.


Harry went for a walk. He was gruff and used, looking more like a heap of decaying flesh hanging on a frame of calcium than one of fresh meat. He had ragged clothes and torn shoes.


He came to the middle-aged pigeon salesman. The salesman was prompt in making his offer. Harry made a face, as if he was giving it a thought. Six pence per bird. Then he agreed. His previous pigeon had not return. And he had given up hope on it returning.


Harry was not homeless, instead he was an owner of a rather tastefully architectured recidency settling down the very lane they stood at. He was its architect. The house cost him a fortune, but during those days, Harry did not give a fuck.


A crowd ushered in. People came, young and old, white and black alike, wallets ready, each making their pick a wit faster than poor Harry. Seems like everyone has letters to be sent. Everyone made their purchase swift, then as swiftly, they left. It was as if they did not notice Harry's presence or his stench.


And then all that's left is one. Skinny and ruffled and messed up. Very Harry-like. I will call you Hedwig, Harry finally spoke, as he paid for his pigeon.


Its weak eyes flickered in atonishment at its new owner.


...............


The park was empty. Harry and Hedwig shared a park bench and a tomato sandwich. It was when the man lifted his pupils into the vast, vanilla skies, that he thought of Ginny. Ginny was his love. She was love.


And she was the cause of all his misery.


He would be reminded of a story Ginny always told to him. It was about an old man who had fixed tens of leaf blowers underneath the house he and his late wife has built, and he would fly the house of into the sky, to Paradise Falls or wherever he vowed to bring his wife to, whilst she was still alive.


However Ginny never did finish the story, she left it untold, whether he had reached Paradise Falls, Harry was not told. She would finish it, only under one condition: make her his, which never happened. A hole burnt through Harry's fragile heart at the thought.


The moment she left him, he slept. For two weeks. He knew by sleeping he would not look at the bright sky which reminded him of her, and he would not be hurt. It was until the sound of fluttering pigeon wings that had woke him up.


But maybe that was too long a time for one to be asleep.


He went home as more people gathered at the park. He wasn't in the mood for fun. Plus no one noticed his presence there anyway. He made Hedwig clutch to his shoulder and they went home.

Of CPUs, Crayons and Neil

Yo.

Everyone's doing their work on the computer now. Its seems to be Photoshop, SketchUp, or 'nothing'. I fall in the third category, in definition, 'hands'. Yup, I've drew and sketched my way through this semester. Happy.

But here i am, thinking hard of what medium i should use for my poster. Crayons or watercolour. While everyone is happily photoshopping away.

Guess, I'm not all tech-savvy. OLD. Very much untroubled by change, and resisting it.

Sure, i have facebook, msn and twitter, but the tweet bird seems long dead. And i'm not a fan of Skype. I do have a blog though.

I dont download movies due to bad connection to the WWW; one OTH episode makes me grow a beard. But i do download music. Nope, i dont have iTunes and i dont even want to know how it works, maybe only until i get my hands on some Apple-related hardware. Drool.

Music is certainly something i dont keep old and outdated. Sure i'm an oldies fan but then i would be a contemporary hardcore. I would prefer the Artic Monkeys to Pink Floyd anyday on a boring train trip, and a Neil Gaiman. Boy, he writes good.

And, i can't wait to see you again.

YA RLY

Pain

Why is Breaking Dawn such a pain to read?
Maybe because im sick of the tween chick fantasies the three earlier books stuck into my brain.
"He pulled me closer, and touched his lips against mine"
"I ran my fingers across his icy chest"
"I feel his sweet breath as he came closer"
"His golden eyes melting in mine"

Yeap. Twilight makes people GAY la.

I have to finish it before I really turn into something.

No, Not a vampire nor a werewolf.

Something WORSE.

O RLY?!

Homer Thinking

2012?

Oh, screw hollywood.

and the mayans.

and nostradamus.

and wei jen.

I'm gonna live forever.

Like Him.

"free beers!"

Ignorance is Bliss. Its also my best friend

DO-OH RLY!

The value of Thrift

NUFF SAID

________________________________

2 ringgit per day, to screw the bears. And fly.

OOOO RLY?!

All i want for 18th is not much

Springing through spring,

Twisting through twilight,

Each of her words resonate,

Pint-sized yet larger than life,

Heart that longs for her.

18th RLY!

hey!

i Forgot,

no boypren boypren aaaa

SRSLY!

O ye ke?

I can smell the tension. I can smell the due assignments. I can smell long hours working.
I smell November!
I need a hard kick in the ass
I need somebody to shout in my ear
I need some oiling on the hinges
I need some motivation (Where are you)
I need...
AAR!
Imagine the crowd attending the concert shouting "AAR! AAR!"
whereas,
AAR= Alamak, Aku Retard!
God save the youths.
Ok maybe just this bit of fun before resuming to my work okay?
Rawk on!

O RLY?!

err i mean... O YE KE?!

I was a mime for Halloween,

She argued, why a mime?

Well i think its brilliant,

It does give Acta Non Verba a whole new meaning,

Let actions do the talking, like a mime,

Less words, more action,

Isn't that what we want, love?

That's what i'm aiming for.

Promiseeeeee.

Sweden is really a government subsidised country,

damn.

O RLY?!

Please No.

My Father is an architect.
His work has brought him to places all around the world.
Recently he received an offer of a project in Congo.
I googled up 'Congo',
And these were all i saw,

Please no..

last time it was spidey

now its FLASH

OMIGACKT
Superheroes live amongst us

O RLY?!

POD machine

=)

tension sial.

O RLY?!

the low millions shuffle,

through gust and moist,

skins hardened by deception,

they feel nothing.

' i used to call your mum when i was in Europe,

i would buy a hundred dollars worth of  talktime,

and it would last 5 minutes,

you're lucky.'

O RLY?!

Slurrrppp

No, Megan Fox is not the reason i want to watch this flick.

Though it proves that she can do it without Optimus Prime this time.

From the creators  of JUNO? the movie about that pregnant teen? now they're doing a vampire movie?

Have you watched the thriller? I thought they were having Megan Fox in New Moon. Twilight much. 

Oh and listen to the OST of the movie, New Perspective by Panic! at the Disco.

I was looking at this Joseph Campbell book
the other day,
and he says when you feel lost,
you should close your eyes
and think of when you were most happy.
Not thrilled.
Just deeply happy.
It's called "following your bliss".
You wanna try it?
Well?

RLY!

10 Ringgit if You Dont Laugh

Im in a suprisingly good mood

Your friendly neighbourhood spiderman and MJ

Come claim your 10 bucks if you do win, but please be honest.

O RLY?! NOT

4000 Miles

Turn Southeast, 

walk,

swim,

crawl 3955 miles.

And I will be where i want to be.

 

Everything's going back to its roots now, i find life so much easier nowadays. Not to say studies and people are easy to manage, i'm BAD at managing stuff. You just live through it without knowing when or how you can get over it.

Studies-wise, I never doubted that i'm in the wrong field, this is the field i want to pursuit definitely, its the course that i've chosen that has rifled me since day 1 of college. Yes, my foundation course? I cant find any more superlatives ( or expletives ) to describe this course anymore, I'm getting sick of it. God bless the people are awesome, even those who left, they were awesome as well.

People, they're much different than handling studies. College breathes no life on its own, but people are much complex.You dont really know what they may think, what they will do next.

Do they think how you want them to think?

Or are they actually thinking something else than what you want them to think?

Are you worried that they dont think the way you want them to think like what you want them to think?

What if they dont think you should care what you want them to think like the way you want them to think the way you want them to think like oh WHATEVER they would wwant to think just that they dont WISH to think or dont WANT to think as in the way you wish it would be just that its Unthinkablely unthinkable that they dont want to think the way you think as in like oh my god 'dont you try to think what im thinking, cause im not thinking the way youre thinking im thinking 

Well i guess we just think alot

think, thank, thunk?! thinked!

O RLY?!

Arthur's Who?

2.5 centuries ago, dude named Arthur invented an elixir for all men, he named it stout, and branded it Guiness. Now, 250 years later, his legacy lives on, and the whole world celebrates Arthur's Day to commemorate Guiness's 250th anniversary.

We celebrate Arthur's Day with the world in Malaysia too, with these fellas coming from the other side of the world to put up a show here

She makes you go, Boom Boom Pow, no?

Well for those NOT attending, we celebrate this landmark date as well, just in a different way.

Though we dont fancy Stout. We go for the old-fashioned lager that we all love: More affordable, more drinkable Tiger and Carls.

Okay we didnt get the black  eyed peas to come, but we had black eyed peas too! Black Eyed Pea...nuts

We did it at my place, but a few days ago we went for training

Two days before, we trained hard, near ian's place.

When they came to my place, we chilled outdoors.  it was real dark with all the mosquitoes, meaning you cant really take pictures under these conditions unless you have some hardcore flash, which i dont =)

so how well do my buds drink?

Hungover already, but still steady, 7/10

undefined, 5/10

One can and he's all high, 1/10

Drinks Malta and Shandy, 0/10

The others? They played facebook indoors... dang them la.. thats why i say facebook is killing everyone, friendship-wise.

Where is The Love?

 some left early. Well i dont mind, more for us!

To Arthurs

O RLY?!

My take on CYANIDE AND HAPPINESS

done using Paint!

woot woot i wanna do more soon

and and,

i will always be there for you

YA RLY

yes you..

Spare some time and watch this ad

Beautiful

I dont understand why people would condemn this ad as 'propaganda-istic', or 'anti-capitalistic' or or, 'delusive'

Nowadays some people still dont get it when you say 'its the thought that counts'

Imagine such a world like an Absolut World

Just like this

YA RLY!

I Wanna I Wanna go watch aar

But its on penang trip, and whenever i see Mr Woon's face it Gives Me Hell

Dont tell him, its my Dirty Little Secret

I should just forget about it and Move Along

And i will be in my penang room, doing the Swing Swing on the 10th,

hoping all the fun does not End Tonight

FML

YA RLY

check out romeo with the flowers

DREAM BIG

And reach for the stars (read: megan fox)

although the stars are IMPOSSIBLE to reach

O RLY?!

only you, would appreciate things in life unlike everyone else.

only you, would think of others unlike everyone else.

only you, would want to actually change the world unlike everyone else.

you are unlike everyone else.

you are you

O RLY?!

YA RLY.

my friends are my remedy

My friend sarcastically quoted this picture:

"Eu Jin, you're a narcissist with a larger-than-life ego :p"

O RLY?!

i had to look up 'narcissist' on google, goddamn my poor vocabulary =(

welcome!

youre not in the wrong blog

though i wonder what youre doing here

so do not be frightened by the cute talking owl!

and pat yourself on the back for visiting 

=)

Have you done so? NO?!

O RLY?!

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guess who lined up for lunch at Wendy's, Sunway? 

tyson ritter

singer of the all-american rejects

guess he didnt like carls junior? 

and to imagine we were soooo close to the fella!

=)

i would date tickets rather than girls....

MTV worldstage tickets, that is.

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Ah Beng Word Of Teh Day:

DULAN

(pronounced 'too lan', 'tulan' or whatever that sounds like it)

definition:

not sastisfied with something, used when angry with something or someone, showing unhappiness

example:

life is all about waiting

wait, wait, wait and wait...

waiting for the bloody train to finallly come...

waiting for the fella to fix the shisha charcoals...

waiting for your indomee goreng to arrive..

waiting for a pool table to be available...

waiting for your hero to revive in dotA...

waiting for the BEST PG to make a 3-point shot...

waiting for friend that's NEVER early.. (ya that fella)

waiting for ur friends to finish work so you could 'REFER' to their work...

waiting for 12 o'clock so you can get McD cheap....

waiting for the HOLY monthly allowance..

waiting for the boring video in culture class to end...

waiting for the business class teacher to shut up and go home..

waiting for that friend to finish class so that can lepak..

waiting for freedom once you hit 18...

waiting for laughing gas to feel its effect...

waiting for a day to punch boobbyyy...

waiting for another gig to play in..

waiting for your favourite bands to hit Msia... 

waiting for your fake IC to be completed so you can club like theres no tomorrow.. underaged bastard...

waiting for a hot chick to pass by for your personal admiration, (read:pleasure)...

waiting for a jerk who double parked you that you cant get out...

waiting for the day you get enough money to buy anything u dreamt of having...

waiting for a girl to say 'yes'...

waiting for a friend to return...

waiting for the day global warming ends...

http://www.wearewhatwedo.org

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you're nowhere near

it doesnt matter

I want you!

=)

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Sometimes we go to far in life, sometimes we just screw up thinking nothing bad happens, but actually it does, just that we dont realise..

that is what happened to me, just wanna apologise to john for spreading your 'rempitnator' term everywhere... i just did not know my blog was so popular that so many people read it and made fun of you.... 

We are still friends...

see im better than weijen

.

let me tell you the story of the ampang legend,

teh REMPITNATOR

He was a boy who always liked to run away from home, always wore pants that made him look like he was going to join the Olympic Games, therefore some people referred to him as 'Mr OLIMPIK'

Mr Olimpik likes to play basketball, which he is not really good at, but his heart is actually set on football, which he is ALSO NOT good at... and everytime he plays these sports he will wear the same olympic pants... his fashion style is to wear a football jersey and his olympic pants

Mr Olimpik is quite tall, and his face makes people very fightened of him. Together with his teeth that has a hole in the middle, which can be seen whenever he smiles. He is fat, but he will never admit it, he will say its his 'muscles' that make him heavy (100+ kg)

he likes to scold other people's mothers, and likes to aim someone who is also from TSUN JIN

.

So why did he became teh REMPITNATOR? this is what happened

One night, late night, he went to a park bench to study for his SPM biology, in a park which is known for its REMPITS

So when he was studying his reproduction chapter happily, two rempits riding bikes approached him

they asked him rudely: "mana kawan awak, yang cina tu", the rempits were actually mentioning us

so he replied very calmly:" mereka tak datang"

Sensing danger, he turned into rempitnator mode, scolding the rempits:" APA?! APA?!", at the same time, showing them his fierce, scary face

the rempits were clearly afraid by the rempitnator mode, the face and size of him made them even more  frightened 

the rempits, who were already shaking in fear, said:"kau muka baik, saya tak nak buli kau!"

and they left him alone, riding on their motorbikes

.

so the legend of rempitnator lives on in all ampang people's hearts, his ability to scare away two rempits will always be remebered by everyone

Bless you rempitnator, please terminate all

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Cheer 09!

you might wonder what may i know about cheerleading other than cheerleaders in skimpy short skirts, but hey, at least i know whats a cartwheel ok? =)

so i went to cheer on a sunday after a hectic morning of tennis and basketball, which i admit i am getting more and more rusty in =(

i realised how POPULAR cheer is, especially to the malays, there were so many malay teens on the train on the way to bukit jalil, reached there bout 1 or so

the first thing i heard when i came in was "thriller" and then billie jean ... sigh... its getting annoying

a sea of supporters, their different colours represent different schools, all over msia

i watched so many cheerleading girls getting thrown up high into the air that it seemed like nothing to me anymore.... =D

Spot the MASCOT

sat at the SBU crowd area, and i tell you i regretted it because:

dumb SBU malay rempits + excessive school spirit = deaf ears

CBN's xavier! my fav, crowd fav also, just didnt win anything in the end...

So there were lotsa side events which took place to 'procrastinate' the prize-giving ceremony (typical malaysia la), tye hill and santwon, the american judges, did some routines that looked so 'adam lambert' (read: gay)

and then the results were out, with BU4's blitzerz upsetting current champs SBU ( thats what you get for shouting in my ear)

to a certain someone: falcons did not win anything.... after cheer i know where you get your personality from...=P

damn, kickapoo taste sooo good after cheering 

oh did i forget to mention the local bands performing after cheer? One buck short and deja voodoo spells totally rocked man, malaysia bolehh..

jen u shud have came to watch the drummer and learn somethin from him =)

anyway.....

anyone still remember these pair of teeth? with a gap so far that can fit aeroplane inside

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

i give you 

teh rempitnator! 

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Time passes so fast, its scary

Im done with my first of my two semesters of FNBE which i think was fairly awesome, and will be starting a new sem next week, and to think that HALF A YEAR passed that quickly

Did i learn? yes and no.

Did i suffer? YES.

Did i enjoy? Hell yes

the rate of how time passes me by totally frightens me whenever i think of it,  i know how SHORT life can be, how short half a year can be.

Well, thats the amount of time i had to know this chubby but awesome girl stephanie, whos ciaoing to Trinity college in melbourne, which in my own words, is the "the most asian-y college in australia"

and that half a year, WAS SHORT..

so sad,

yet, it wont make me change my mind on joining bbffllomg! (isit correct) 

wish to skype with you soon! 

all the best, you might be good, but IM BETTER

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Shin Mun's back! from trinity too

Innocently she just tried to surprise us all, but you failed babe, your aeroplane pic gave you away

i thought we were all going for some shisha, by "marcus's recommendation" O.o

Rocks to catch up with old buddies and listen to her ranting, though she had become chubbier! but she certainly looks healthy that way =)

The aussie pricing over there just shocked the wind out of me.. i mean 15 aussies for a movie ticket? 9 for burger? you can watch like 4 different movies and eat 20 more ramlee burgers for that price! to imagine i will be studying there in four years time! start saving mannnn....

and yeah, she did admit trinity was just like HOGWARTS

Other than that shes still her bubbly, likeable and awesome self!

.

hey and shin mun, take care of steph okay? remember, shes from malaysia too

shes abit hyperactive so it might be easy to find her =)

.

still wondering about ARCHIDEX 09, maybe i will go there this sunday or sat

gotta have some passion about this architect career....

or die trying! 

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Anyone wants to go for CHEER 09?? i know steph would be so sad she wont be able to attend now =(

why would i be interested by cheerleading anyway? the short skimpy shirts? young pretty high school girls? No!

because theres this large rock gig at the end of CHEER comprising of local rock acts, LOVE ME BUTCH, ESTRANGED, ONE BUCK SHORT, and so many other bands!!

i soooooo wanna go right now.....

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Gotta get back my basketball form

gotta keep fit! college will be such a drag but i wanna do some sports,

maybe try out zorbing! (placing you in a big transparent ball and pushing you down a slope)

play some tennis

maybe go play ball with the pro-est POINT GUARD in sunway coll =)

dont make me bring rempitnator!

=)

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If you are reading this and play an instrument, 

i am eujin

and im looking for a guitarist to play in a band

so all guitarists please TAKE NOTE!

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Requirements: NONE!

gender and age does not matter

all we require is your sincere contribution and cooperation

as well as the willingness to attend to jam practices

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Our taste of music is YOUR taste of music!

feel free to voice out suggestions on the style of music you wish to play

and we will certainly consider the type of music chosen,

as A BAND!

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You can easily contact me via my blog or by handphone number

0169495847

Thanks to whoever's who's reading this!

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Following are a few pictures of our past performances

and YOU could be A PART OF IT!

cheers!