Sunday, November 13, 2005
I am so sad! I posted so long just now and the whole thing got deleted THANKS TO MY BLOODY COMPUTER WHO HANGS EVERY 1 HOUR.
Hmmpphh.
Sheesshh. I hate repeating things. I shall get this post over and done with before my evil computer disrupts me again.
Anyway I'm not following the order Demas arranged for us because I'm rebellious and I do not want to listen to someone who is crazy over condoms and his clients. But he told me he quitted so you guys can forget about booking him.
And while I'm typing now pop-ups keep popping up to bother me. Hold on while I smack them with my multi-coloured balls dressed with tu-tus.
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Ok that's better. They can't bother me now can they! My multi-coloured balls are bought from New Zealand ok! I asked Jo to help me buy them. Super cheap. $1 per ball.
Anyway I'm posting the 62th post here. Oh boy I'm so honoured!
I vaguely remember that I was posting about Demas's harry potter stories. So here you go. If you haven't been to CJ's blog to see Demas's stories, I suggest you do so. His stories are entertaining but I so DO NOT LIKE THE PART WHERE Wan Ting pecks Shi Yuan on his cheek. Anyway I'm not Wan Ting. I'm WanTing. So geddit clear. Ah click
here to see his stories.
I'm so kind-hearted that I can't believe it myself. I helped Demas promote his stories and at the same time gain visitors for CJ's blog.
Cannot like that! I must publicise my blog too! Click
here and
here and
here and
here and
here. You better click them or I'll slaughter you with my multi-coloured balls. Thank you very much.
I cannot stand the extreme boredom I'm facing now. I MUST go out. Anyone wanna go watcha movie? Ice skating (Although I don't know how to ice skate) ? AHH anything as long as you get me outta my house!
Jo is in NZ now. She's probably gazing at the handsome blondes there, sipping red wine as she watches the meh-meh sheeps go bouncing and bouncing about the green patch of grass. Bah. Then when she wakes up in the morning she probably eats fresh butter, fresh cheese, fresh whipped cream to go with her loaf of bread, drinks fresh milk too. All from the udders of zee cows in NZ. You know cows from NZ are very pure and fresh? I think it's because of the grass they eat there. So fluffy and patchy, the grass. You can literally sleep on it and not be uncomfortable at all.
Awesome. I'm so jealous man.
Hah. Nevermind. I'm going to the North Pole the week after next and you guys can be jealous of me then. But pity me cause Jo looks at the tall handsome blondes while I look at the short Eskimos there who are whiter than me. Bah. I don't mind. The fish there is very fresh and I'll import some over to ya all. I don't think there're any cows there though.
Or maybe not. I wanna go to Pisa to see the leaning tower of Pisa. I heard that it's slanted for goodness know how much degrees already.
Sekali I go on it then the thing collapse. Choy touch wood.
Anyway next year's a new year and I do not expect tiger to come and reprimand me cause of my hair cause I've already cut it. I so do not hope Mr Neo's our form teacher because I want a new form teacher. Like VLee that
bian tai. He teaches A Math brilliantly, like I've heard. Or maybe tiger can be our form teacher! Wah eh choy lah! *touches wood violently* And there's cheering competition. Honestly I do not know why our school holds a cheering comp cause it's a waste of time and money. Bloody well hold a snorkling trip or a diving trip or a canoeing trip or a hiking trip or what-so-ever. Cheering comps wastes our precious time and we'll quarrel and argue like mad. Everyone say cheering comps are a waste.
Everyone: Cheering comps are a waste.
Yes, you can say
that again.
Everyone: Cheering comps are a waste.
No, argh, I do not mean it literally. DUH.
Anyway I've posted alot already so it's YOUR turn. Whoever it is.
Tata. I'm WANTING anyway.
I ended my speech here :D
