tornado of souls

i'm like fucking tired and stoned right now, but i don't want to close my eyes (omg, i am reminded of aerosmith. and when i think of aerosmith, i think of sharmila, and iylia's cunt mouth prata). and it's been a damn long time since i last blogged, i think. this week has been pretty hectic, in my opinion. rushing from places to another, and then there's my homework...which i pretty much left undone, and my guess is by the end of tonight, i'll still not touch it. so, fuck it. and the tests, i swore i would study. but i guess not.

(LJ-cut. very lengthy crap.)

thursday was prata at cityhall. fucking funny lah, especially the cunt mouth prata, as mentioned, and we mindfucked sharmila. (i swear, i feel pretty guilty.) and then the guys jammed. astro zombies. and then we went lido at orchard to eat and we lazed around in the carpark and made a weird video of adib dancing and stabbing his palm with a lit cigarette, which left a burn mark. LOL spiderman gay walk. and then we went far east to look around. iylia and adib were being cute, they ran around in circles to get themselves dizzy, before charging straight ahead. adib ended up on the ground, and iylia laughed like a crazy motherfucker. later, evan, mervyn and i stayed back to help with ziyang's assignment. we got to camwhore a bit.

friday was screwed, i was supposed to get up at 430 to get ready for breakfast with lingyu and khairiah, but i went back to sleep anyway, and then i screwed up by missing maths class. i woke up at 8, when they called. but i tanked out, i decided against going. and then i was supposed to meet lingyu and khairiah, but then chekseen smsed me about remembering to study for tests, and i panicked. i took out all my books, and tried to study chem, but after reading 'chapter 9: the mole concept' i gave up and started listening to music. fuck, after that i felt damn guilty, like i turned down lingyu and khairiah, gurvin and tiffany, cherie to fail at studying.

then val (who broke curfew for us, i love you val) asked us out for dinner. met them at cine, and ate fucking disgusting ice cream and LJS. we hung around at borders, and then karina schnookums, val dear and claire baby left. ziyang merv evan and i went orchard towers for tranny spotting. HUGE BOOBIES MAN. fuck scary. then i bid them bye, and went cityhall to find norman and chad. then chishun came, and sham came and we went esplanade to drink drink w0rhzx. we went fort canning with peanuts and beer and liquor and peel fresh. fuck, they scared me. the night was a blur, ghost stories, peanuts, metal songs, headbanging, jumping into lim bo seng memorial pond, peeing in bushes, laughing at lameass jokes, going into boys' toilet, trying to pick up girls (not me), talking crap, panicking, climbing up sculptures to stare at the nightsky, peeing in public, slapping one another and all that crazy shit. the sliding down the glass thing was cool, they tried to do some cheer leader formation with me on top, but i couldn't get up :(



anyway, i got home at 8+++++am on saturday, after breakfast with sham and then slept till 12+, when i received a message to go hang out in town before rock for wayne. we dumped tabasco sauce into iylia's spaghetti. :DDDDDDDDD and then something bad happened at the heeren. fuck, i swear i won't touch that stuff anymore (or maybe...just a little). now i gotta check my mailbox everyday for a letter. i hope my parents don't get to it before i do. :/ iylia, ziyang, adib and iylia's sister walked to raffles place from somerset. karina, mervyn and i took a train. pepsi cola step step step. throw coins into people's cleavage =D



heehee i see chad and friends. rock for wayne was cool, i remember sitting outside, drinking apple juice like a loser from a hugeass peel fresh carton with bianca and jach. then i bodysurfed like fuck awesome. one minute i was on the ground, moshing, the next, people picked me up and i flew high above the ground, soaring. sigh, orgasmic.



i damn loser, i ran for last train with evan. went home, showered, slept for 5 minutes, before i went out for prata with gordon and de xian. lol i am sleepy fuck head. it's a wonder how i managed to get up, go for tuition today and not collapse on the bus.

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SHEESHA! i love peel fresh and everybody else. anyway, this year's school hols = very memorable. thank you all for making it wonderful man. LURB LURB



i hate school. i'm going to spend the next few days emoing, cos school sucks

i am looking forward to sheesha, jack daniels, johnnie walker, iron buddha, sticks, getting high, michael jackson, harry potter, the simpsons movie, and heaven and hell :] and spidahhh

[edit] @8:49pm

it fucking hit me just now that i have school tomorrow.

like, fuck, SCHOOL.

hello to waking up at ungodly hours, doing (pointless) homework. no more mass convos till 5am, no more outings till 5am, no more impromptu 'let's go out and get fucking high' outings.

hello to a semester of mugging (which i am not going to do).

fuckkkkkkk. farrrrkkkkkkkk. fooooooooook.

and i'm sorry to make you hate me.i still fucking miss you though. yeah, but it'll always stay like this right? you use me, and the next day you'll be gone. i fucking hate you for making me hate myself.

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Your silence haunts me
But I still hunger for you

Dying inside these walls

this is dedicated to IYLIA (oops i dont know your last name) and VALERIEEE

IYLIAAAA NOOOO DON'T GO TO VANCOUVER PLEASE.

rawrrr, you're the loveliest cunt i ever met. life has never been the same lah, ever since you added me on myspace, and then i added you on MSN and we started talking. you're the sweetest, nicest, bestest bestest person ever.

heh heh, if valerie catastrophe is reading this, i love you too manzxzxz cos you're awesome like that. we shall go out soon! you'll be my official gig partner.

heehee, it's 3:12am on a sunday morning and iylia made me laugh doing the macarena on webcam.

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lager + guiness stout + (chilled) red wine = yuck, worst brew.

tastes a bit like puke, don'tcha think?

i feel like wrestling on a sunday morning, and then you can drug me with your mango tango. suddenly i feel like plugging in my amp and elec and start playing some cool shit (which i can't, by the way). its 3-FUCKING-AM.

THE KKK TOOK MY BABY AWAY (cos he's black, they didnt say that).

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i felt like an emo post actually, but i believe i am DAMN RANDOM. as people would say, you're fucking high again. and i swear, i didn't touch any shots or anything. it's just the air that i suck in. it suddenly tastes so sweet.

poop, i miss you lah. fuckkk this IS GETTING HEAD BANGIN SLEAZYYY. *eyebrows*

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lawlz, pastor joakim's accent is cool, i wish i were swedish and blonde too. suicide blonde. i can't stand myself in the mirror cos i look like a monster.

the ambulance came and towed away my heart.

youth gone wild

malaysia was pretty alright. the resort we stayed at sucked balls, and the bus was super slow, we had cranky bus drivers. it was cramped in the bus, i slept and i suspect i'll be paralysed from my waist down someday from a compressed disc (backbone). but the shopping was mediocre, cos i expected something other than big name boutiques in a gigantic shopping mall. i want flea markets and cheap stores. but the food was disgustingly filled with lard, but delicious. i remember stuffing myself until i got a sore throat. i remember consuming 1037103 strepsils, despite what the box said.

my throat was super sore, i drank like 3 litres of water and peed a lot. gross. everything i swallowed (that is not liquid) felt like it was scraping my gullet, and taking out huge chunks of flesh. my salivary glands not producing enough saliva to break down the food. anyway, gore.

(under iylia's insistence)

anyway, wednesday was tight. i'm sorry to iylia who got mindfucked by ziyang, prabs, adib, shaun the ahbeng, penny and who else, i forgot! and walked all the way to the interchange to pick me up without her phone. i feel the love, iylia, thank you :]

HAHA IYLIA IS SO CUTE. it involves going up the wrong block, ringing the wrong doorbell, and then talking to a stranger with bed hair.

ziyang has the coolest room ever, dark, cold, soundproofed, and carpetted, sort of. there's also the perpetual scent of death and decay. and also the cigarette smoke. oh man, smoke machines. i bet you he finishes like 3 packs per day. thank god nobody brought a hamster. they sounded pretty serious about impaling it and then pouring zippo all over and letting it run amok, lighted.

anyway, they are the coolest people ever. haha, it was fun getting high on ice blended VSOP, lime concentrated and water.

we finished the entire VSOP, and i remember getting out into the sunlight with prabs and mervyn and getting more barcardi (the raw liquor) and coke and coming back to drink. and someone bought johnnie walker

the cockroach was fucking funny lah, and i know lotsa people puked (sharmy, adib, prabs, iylia) and some were so extreme, they became homeless for the night, like sleeping by the roadside until the next morning. people were dispatched to look for that particular person ;)

pretty fucking brutal. but enjoyable nonetheless. heh heh, i love everyone right now. surprisingly, i don't have a hangover. all i remember was laughing a lot and being a bit clumsy. and other things.

oh mannnnn everyone i heart you! :]]]]] more days like this, pleaseeeee

"cunting cunt of a cunt"

iylia beeeyotch i updated! better love me!

thursday = a bummer compared to wednesday. tuition was sux0rzx, i couldn't concentrate. and there's a bad obsession gig on now, i think. at home club. wtffff.