I'm 17, living in a holed up box under the sewers of KL. This trashed up laptop I found is my only connection to the world outside.
That didn't really work, did it?
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![]() Narcissist Bastard
I'm 17, living in a holed up box under the sewers of KL. This trashed up laptop I found is my only connection to the world outside.
That didn't really work, did it? About
boo!
John Morgenstern ![]() Walking Disasters
Look back!
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Designed and made by FsDesigns Wednesday, 4 February 2009
"eh boy. boooy. boy boy. hello boy?" *makes the come here sign* "eh boy i'm talking to you, oi!" finally he sees me. "yes" *looks up to the sky* "finally!" "why didn't you answer when i called you?" "you were calling me boy mah!" "so you're a girl la?" *laughs* "you should've just called "eh black guy" or something" *surprised* "whatever, what's your name?" "bryan" "ryan?" "BRYAN" "ohh bryan...right.."
School blues [not really since we missed monday] Problems after problems Well actually the main problem is homework, settle that and i'm practically free. Sigh..class 1, just my rotten luck. So today, guobin (yes guobin, i know you might be reading this) pinched my tummy, hard. Well actually i *accidentally* coughed on him so he pinched me, i recoiled in pain and my arm hit my waterbottle, which got knocked off and flew out and down of one of the gapes in my window seat. damn...rotten luck. Went over to the teacher to get a pass to get it back and she took my pen -- double rotten luck. got my bottle back, that plastic's chipped abit, and since it's a limit edition tupperware waterbottle, they probably don't have a replacement. triple rotten luck. and the worst part, house practice. Today was basically attend, warm up, run a round around the field, sit around and chat with friends. then high jump :D only like, 6 people jumped because the rest pon-ed. and it's MY rotten luck to clear it, solo. wee jian ALMOST did it but his landing on the mattresses knocked the pole down. counted! i say counted! i don't want to represent ): hope not. Anyways they were signing people up for the house march and we HAD to do it, like it or not. So me being a little hermes wrote my name as: Wong Jia Jing 4P muaahaaha, but stupid yi heng corrected it, damn. whole family's down with the coughs except me. poor them but i think i'm getting it too.
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