i've decided to dive into the wonderful world of books.
yes people, i have plans to actually take up READING!

i'm currently looking for a book entitled "How to manage and deal with your annoying caucasian cousin who fucks with your belongings" as i believe it will help me improve my current mood drastically.

apologies for my sarcasm and even greater apologies to those who did not detect the sarcasm at all. that chao chi bai 10 yr old ang moh fucktard needs to learn how to limit his itchy hands to his own person and belongings. wondering what happened?

this is spongebob, manufactured for singapore airlines, 2005:



i had kept him sealed in that plastic bag ever since i got him at the beginning of 2005 on the return flight from my first vacation to thailand with my entire family. i never opened that bag simply to preserve its authenticity, but deep down it also held sentimental value, as it was one of the few things i got from that trip (and the only thing i got from the return flight) that was not damaged in any way. i was planning to auction it off or something one day when spongebob becomes a legend or when singapore airlines goes bankrupt. now let's take a look at what happened when the little motherfucker came into my room:


ripped open! fucking ripped open! right before spongebob disappeared!

so was spongebob found? was he still in one piece? will he ever be the same again!?









finding him like that was worse than seeing my beloved dog get raped right before my eyes by 30 pakistani and bangladeshi workers with no remorse on her canine virginity.
(ok of course that never really happened, but it would have been HORRIBLE)

i'm telling you people, i had half a mind to push him against a wall and cum in his face and hair and watch him kill himself 5 years later from the psychological and emotional trauma the incident would have caused him. maybe i should have done that, at least he'll never touch another guy's stuff again. as a bonus he'll probably never interact with another male for the rest of his life.

i had to forcefully pry this out of his hands after he took away spongebob:


that's C3PO patting R2D2. classic collector's series.
now i'm not an insane/psychotic/obsessive star wars fanatic, but...
he was darn near crushing the whole damn cylindrical plastic container in his meaty palms.

if he did anything to that piece of my childhood memories i would have shown no mercy in my facial target ejaculatory assault.
ok i sincerely apologise once again, this time for the crude and inappropriate use of sex and semen in this context but it's my blog and i'm pissed so fuck off :)

i wanted to improve my relationship with this kid. i mean come on the last time i saw him i still had my spectacles fused with my face and believe me that was AGES ago. he's a big kid now and i thought we could have some fun talking about guitars and video games. but NO the fuckerchild had to make things back to the way they were, back when he was the godsend of destruction.

the only way i could get him to stop touching my stuff was to show him "crazy taxi" on my laptop. but then he started kicking my chair with no stopping for a good 10 minutes. i am certain it was 10 minutes as i was playing a 10 minute game and he only stopped when i quit the game after the timer ran out. he insists that this is not my laptop and i will have to remove myself from MY OWN THRONE (this computer chair i'm sitting on) to make way for that little imitation mini-robbie williams to POUND (emphasis!) my keyboard!? like hell i will.

and yes he nearly pulped my entire right section of keys on my keyboard (starting from the left end of the shift key).

there is no way in hell he is touching my xbox. if he even dares take out my controller i'm going to shower him with man-juice. and if any of my family members grant him permission to use MY xbox i'm going to wage war against my own blood... and something tells me there's going to be a lot of blood.

apparently that french-fries-for-a-staple kid thinks that the interior of my beautifully made sweet secrets curry puff looks like shit.

motherfuck.

and now back to preparations for tomorrow's presentation slides :)

Curly
had nuthin to do @ 4:55 PM

i have decided that since this blog is darn near useless to me, no i'm not going to get rid of it, i'm going to improve it... in terms of posts.

i've realised that the only people who read my blog are those who really have nothing else to do at that moment of time. maybe if i make my blog worth reading my friends would actually drop by to see what i have to say about whatever event or even crisis i'm blogging about.

wow.. i'm actually taking this blogging thing seriously.
in fact i've decided to start taking many things seriously. yes, that includes schoolwork.
although it's going to be a big change for me, i suppose i really DO need to start putting some effort into my work.

ok to update the few friends i have who actually read my blog on what i've been up to, i'll make a brief overview of the happenings since april 13th.

soon after my last post, i decided to dig up my old rubik's cube that i got back in sec 3. it was a cheapskate imitation cube, but it had the same function and frustration the original possessed.
i'm still trying to learn how to solve a rubik's cube in a minute or less, but i'm far from that.
here's some genius for everyone:



i love my dog so much. i swear star doesn't even know she's a dog. furthermore she's become really lazy and i think she's becoming fat. just two days ago my older sister gave her bolaphobia (which is what i had where one develops a chronic fear of balls) by throwing a toy baseball thing we got from the pet store at her face. the ball hit her face and bounced off as she yelped and ran away. now she responds to all balls with a completely different attitude. but she's still damn cute lar, but getting FAT!



and she's had a haircut!



she won't let me take a picture of her any other time so i had to do it discreetly before she woke up to give me that "what the hell do you want from me?" face.

most recently however, i've fallen incredibly ill in a very short period of time. believe me, it was really sudden and i lost weight like crazy in the process. sucks to be sick, sucks even more to be allergic to anti-pyretics and painkillers like panadol and aspirin... meaning doctors couldn't give me anything for my headache and 38.9 degree fever. however they DID give me a ton of medication for my lungs.
here, check it out:


that's what i wake up to every morning.

well now that i'm better all i have to take are the damn inhalers and nasal spray. that's right no more pills woohoo!

ok i feel that since i'm starting anew with this joke of a blog i should at least change the layout to a less compact looking one. i was beyond tears when natashia said my layout sucks. oh and by the way, how does the comments thing work? i might want to do away with my tagboard too.

that's all for now.
i still have 7 obc tutorials to do and haven't even started.
arriola out.

Curly
had nuthin to do @ 4:30 PM