Let's start with Red Ranger, the leader of the group. And yes, what else can he be but a typical macho, hunky WHITE and good-looking guy with neatly-styled gelled hair and bulging muscles? And what else could he be called besides good ol' Jason? It comes as no surprise that he forms the body and head of the Megazord, sits right at the top inside Megazord's control panel, and is the only one giving orders while fighting the Putty Patrol. They might as well call him Jesus and no one would've fucking noticed.

Ok, now if Red wasn't racist enough, casting a black guy as black ranger is just pushing it. Talk about lack of ideas. Heck, they might as well have portrayed him as a basketball player or an aspiring rapper instead of a high school student. You mean black people go to school? I didn't know what! I was wondering why they didn't call him Tyrone or Jemal to further the stereotyping, until I realised how close Zack sounded with, well, Black.

To top it off, they decided, hey, let's give him the lamest weapon, an axe! Now there're 2 ways to look at this. A) They want us to link the character to George Washington the first US president, who cut his father's tree with an axe when he was young, owned up bla bla bla(like fuck DUH he's the only fucking person in the garden who else could it be? Casper?) or B) NOOB. Given that the producers have the tendency to conceal their racist instincts like Lindsay Lohan has the endeavor to not drink-drive, it's a safe bet to go with B.

Moving on to our next very much maligned character, as you would've probably guessed even if you haven't heard of Power Rangers before, Yellow Ranger can only be, yes you guessed it, Asian. It's as if the producers decided, after planning all of the above, "hmm this JUST isn't racist enough" and decided to bring the most populous continent into the picture. Her weapon? A pair of daggers. Yes I'm sure the only thing that came out of Asia was House of Flying Daggers.

I bet they even contemplated the idea of drawing 2 thin lines for moustache until they realized she's a girl. Pink Ranger has a frigging skirt but all she had to show that she was a girl is a really fucked up sissy name. That said I'm not even going to get started on her name. For the uninitiated, Trini.

But all the above cannot compare to the ultimate IN YOUR FACE level of racism the producers showed in the story of Green Ranger.

1. He commands his own zord

Ok so this random cool hip mysterious white dude suddenly appears and gets his own Dragonzord who can rape the shit out of Megazord? How unfair?! While everyone has to stick to their lame shit ass Dinozords home boy here owns a huge stainless steel Dragonzord(because during its free time it resides in the sea). They must've wondered where he pimped his Zord to make it so powerful, until they realize he's white and has the god-given right to own everyone. This was further amplified in the next series when the producers couldn't control their instincts and gave Jason his own Red Dragon Thunderzord. Ohwells.

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2. He changes to WHITE ranger when he broke free of Rita's control

Yes, what other color could signify purity, freedom, discipline power and all the positive words under the sun? The moment Tommy stopped behaving like a hippie he changes to white ranger? Why?! Maybe I'm wrong or missing a point here but I seriously don't see the link or need to change his color AT ALL. Not only that he got a new Zord as well as a new weapon. Maybe in the extended DVD version you get to see Tommy also getting a new car, a new house, country club membership and a Cleveland Cavaliers jersey signed by Lebron James.

Then again, I must applaud the producers, because despite squeezing in that many racial stereotypes they managed to fool singapore's censorship board, which consists of people who would ban even Denise Keller's non-existent cleavage from our screens. Plus of course Kimberly was really hot.

PEACE.

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"How to Cure Oneitis

A recent comment asked me to discuss getting over oneitis. This is a topic I am painfully familiar with, so I am happy to oblige.

For those just tuning in, oneitis is the malaise that occurs when you get hooked on a person who does not reciprocate your interest.

There's something romantic about focusing so much mental and emotional energy on a person who will probably not return the feelings. There are restless nights and reverie-filled days spent devoted to the object of affection, which sometimes lead to grand sweeping gestures. Sometimes there is even bad poetry involved.

However, there is also something intrinsically unhealthy about oneitis. I mean, come on, oneitis rarely leads to a happy ending. More often than not, a relationship does not result from the obsessive fantasy and if there is an encounter, it usually fizzles. Either being worshipped will become tiresome to the subject of the oneitis, or the worshipper will be disappointed in the reality.

I think the first and probably most crucial step in dealing with oneitis is having a firm grasp on reality. It's very tempting to take small communications and hints and coincidences and blow them up into huge cosmic signs. When all the weird Film Felix crap went down, I convinced myself that I was meant to be with this guy. The tricky thing was that I had very little information to go on and that I never heard from him after our date-which-didn't-even-result-in-a-smooch. Normally, this would be when you say to yourself,

"Oh well, I thought there was potential for something, but obviously he doesn't want to pursue it. Time to move on."

If only it were that simple. Sometimes a person gets under your skin, even though you should know better and have very little to go on. Sometimes your mind creates a romance and then demands you hold on to it even though 99 times out of 100 it will never be real. Sometimes you have to practice tough love on yourself (and I'm not talking about some kind of kinky masturbation act) and let the hell go already.

I'm not saying it's easy. When I met Drama David, I was still hung up on Film Felix. I thought there was still a chance that I would come home one day and FF would be sitting on my doorstep (he lives a few blocks away, so it wasn't that implausible), professing his undying curiosity to know everything about me and bask in my multifaceted beauty. Or something. There were probably flowers involved, too. That never happened and was never going to happen.

And boy, am I glad it didn't.

I could have let my Film Felix obsession sabotage things with BF David. I could have stayed wrapped up in my fantasies and ignored the reality right in front of me, which was a wonderful man, who was treating me like gold, who I had fanfuckingtastic chemistry with.

I chose reality, but I also got really lucky. Many other times in the past, the oneitis had to run its natural course, wretchedly tormenting me along the way.

The best advice I can offer for ridding yourself of oneitis is to do as much as possible to take your mind off the person. Eventually the distractions will evolve into something better than pining for someone that should have realized how awesome you are by now. A little introspection goes a long way, too. Why are you so hooked on a person who won't return your affection? Are you scared of potentially getting hurt in a real relationship? Are you lonely and in need of someone to pin your feelings on? Are you bored with life's routines and need something exciting to focus on? Are you merely in love with the idea of love? Oneitis is usually not about the actual person but what that person represents, their potential for fulfilling certain deficiencies in your own life.

Let's be honest here. Relationships come with their pitfalls and imperfections, but reciprocated love is always going to win out over unrequited love. Every damn time. So be honest with yourself and take that person down from the pedestal. Wallow and pine for a bit longer if you are that masochistic (and I know most of us are), but then stop looking at their picture, get out of the house, go kiss other boys/girls if you need to, and quit devoting yourself to a lost cause.

Or, at the very least, don't do anything that will result in a restraining order."

Very, very, very good post. At least for me. For the first time in 2+ years I think I can finally see some light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes you just don't get what you want. Or what you think you want. Hmmm...

STUDY LA! prelims in 5 days. YAY! :D

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It would be cardinal if I don't give my own preview of the coming season. Given that it's only days left before EPL 07/08 officially kicks off, it's high time I rate the top 4 teams in the EPL again. And by top 4 I mean Arsenal, Man Utd, Liverpool and Chelsea(in ascending order of disgust) and no not fucking perpetual pretenders Tottenham who have been whining 80 billion years ago about breaking into the top 4. They won't, and it's not only because of their piss-shit sounding name, and not because Martin Jol looks like an evil version of Charles Xavier but because they play a cheap immitation of Arsenal football and because they're just fucking Tottenham.


Arsenal players are damn fast. They looked like they'd jogged with wild antelopes in Africa every morning for the better part of their lives. If you think Henry is fast, Clichy is faster, and that's despite being shorter than ME. Gallas/Eboue/Traore would make Messi look as fast as Granny McPhee.

But, after watching the pre-season friendlies, I realise Arsenal still can't score. And if you don't score you don't win. Hleb and Rosicky won't shoot even if you threaten to Crippler-Crossface their grannies, Van Persie can ONLY score from tight angles and Adebayor, for all his excellent hold up play, can only score if there's an open goal and no one in a 20m radius around him. We need a fox-in-the-box, and hopefully Da Silva's the answer.

Oh, and fucking Jens Lehmann. If he's not dissing the opposing striker he's probably  raping him behind the advertising boards. Everytime someone goes remotely close to scoring Lehmann would go berserk and proceed on a rampage to try and decapitate the striker for the rest of the game. The guy is lunatic and he'll cost Arsenal considering he's a bloody GOALIE.

The sheer youthfulness of the squad is damn promising. But that's all. Promise won't win you games. Promise won't bring success in Europe. A promise might make your mum buy a PSP for you, but NO, unless that translates into action on the pitch, I really don't see what the big fuss over this "promise" is.


I hate to admit it, but Man Utd are pretty much equipped for a second straight title running. They got Ronaldo, Tevez, Rooney, Giggs and Scholes up front, which means only 4 Puyols on monster rape mode can have a remote chance of stopping them. Considering Puyol plys his trade in Spain, it's safe to say they will piss all over defences.

And at the back they have the solid partnership of Ferdinand and Vidic patrolled by hatchet man Owen Hagreaves. That's solid, until you consider that Rio Ferdinand still thinks he's a world class striker. Midway through defending he'll just think "hey i can play ball", proceed to dribble upfield like a crazy bucaneer and gets dispossessed. While Vidic can head out any ball because his head is twice the diameter of the sun, he needs his partner by his side ALL THE TIME. And until Ferdinand digs that, Man Utd will always be in danger.

Up front, other than their ability to be perpetually ugly, Rooney and Tevez can also shit over defences all over the world with their explosiveness. The only way to stop these 2 would be the entire Elven army armed with their bow arrows, but considering the lack of Elves in the EPL today, it's more or less good luck have fun for EPL defences.


I have nothing against Liverpool, I mean, Rafa Benitez seems to own "Champs League Gameshark v5.1" and Gerrard's awesome, but I really don't see them challenging for domestic honours this season.

Up front, Kuyt looks more like a wrestler, Crouch is just abominal, while Voronin and Torres are still untested. Other than perhaps Torres, the strikers have as much star quality as Spongebob Squarepants. Somehow you just don't fancy them.

Oh, and did I mention, they still haven't bought a winger despite Rafe Benitez pointing that out 3 million years ago. Gonzalez couldn't make the cut, Pennant's just bullshit, and no, slotting Gerrard there will be as good as employing Michael Jackson to be your nanny. Until they realise that football should be played with wingers, I don't see them achieving more than the 3rd place they got last year.


If there's one thing not to hate about Chelsea, it's the manliness these 3 people possess despite being in a team of cunts. Cech can save a bazooka from goal, Terry can outmuscle Undertaker and John Cena combined, and Essien has the fitness of 20 cheetahs.

Other than that, they suck. Ricardo Carvalho continues to defy logic that a neantherdal has a place in today's football, Drogba continues to astonish people with his ability to be fouled by a blade of grass as well as his very very poor hair quality. It's like God ran out of hair while moulding him and just plastered some heavenly feaces on his head which became what it is now. Frank Lampard still believes that his shooting is anywhere near good. HEY! If you can't score from the halfway line after trying your level best, STOP TRYING.

The new signings look good, Malouda's got 2 in 2 so far. Somehow I think that's linked to his birthday. June 13 is just a magical day(HAH). Hopefully that means Drogba and Lampard will dive/shoot less as Malouda tries to share their workload of "scoring", which can only be good for true football fans like all non-Chelsea supporters.

There goes. In time to come my words might come back to haunt me, but take it from me, ARSENAL'S GONNA WIN SOMETHING THIS TIME! HAHA.


i did what i did for our own good.

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And so the tale of Harry Potter the geeky wizard with a less than fanciful lightning scar comes to an end with the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I haven't read the book yet, but I'm sure I'll enjoy it as much as the previous 6 books, even though I already know who Potter ended up with, who died, who killed who, and who triumphed in the end. I know Rowling will still keep me on the edge of my seat despite all that.


I've had enough of people behaving like they just got low blowed by X-Pac everytime people start discussing about the ending in front of them. Knowing what happened does not in any way make the book any less interesting or mundane to read AT ALL. I really don't understand why people get so uptight. Is it anyone's fault you haven't read the book yet? Maybe after crawling out of the cave you've been secretly meditating in you'll realise this is the last book, the one that's kept half the world's population waiting with bated breath and even the random gambler betting what would happen in the end, what the last word would be, etc etc. And you expect them NOT to discuss it when it's finally out just because you a) do not have time to read it b) too lazy to read it now c)haven't managed to buy/borrow it yet? That's like expecting a Jew not to say "FUCK YOU HITLER" after WWII, isn't it?


If you really hate "spoilers" so much, don't fucking read Harry Potter. Go read Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew, books with suspense which only astronauts stuck on Jupiter with an almost empty gas tank would read to die faster. Don't read a book that half the world has already read and expect them to keep quiet about it. Get a frigging grip.

I know Snape died. I think one of the Weasely twins died, which is quite sad because they're really cool, and I know Dumbledore didn't die. But I don't care. I don't read Harry Potter to see who died. I don't get a kick when I see "Voldermort totally pwned Snape's ass with avada kedavra". No, I like Harry Potter because it allows my imagination to run wild and because I can take a break from fucking organic chemistry.


If you just want to see people die, watch the "Scream I,II and III" DVDs. Almost everyone got stabbed by that reaper looking mofo. Don't even get near HP. Even the most die-hard anti-Potter supporter will feel sad for the books if they know anyone reads it just to see who died.

Bottomline? Don't go whining when people start discussing Harry Potter around you. Read the book for the details and let your imagination take you to where no one else can. Picture the scenes in your mind and savour every moment of it. That is what no one can fucking spoil for you, and that is why you should like Harry Potter. And not because poor ol' Snape was actually a good guy who got killed.

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Pingyee is growing up exactly how I did, meaning at his tender age of 11 now, he's spamming MTV like little Siangyee was 7 years ago. Okay, sudden realisation of how old I am but I'm just gonna let that past.

I don't really like what popular culture represents. Admittedly these people do belt out some good tunes from time to time, but more often than not they ream out junk that's able to drive the eskimos out of the North Pole.

Let's look at what's pop nowadays

10. 4 in the Morning - Gwen Stefani


I don't dig her music at all. I first heard her singing "Underneath It All". It was okay, but nearing the end she decided to stop singing and started moaning the entire last minute. Hollaback Girl" sounds like FBI agents could use it to get information out of hardened criminals, and the song where she dances with this huge key, is, for lack of a better word, banal. There was a list of who would strike it big in 2007, and she was up there in the top 5. But I really don't know what the fuss over her is about.

9. Before It's too Late - Goo Goo Dolls

The only thing working against it is that it's sung by Goo Goo Dolls. See I'm not too particular about band names, I actually think Simple Plan sounds cool, but Goo Goo Dolls is just pathetic. I really wonder if they came up with this name on their own or did Satan actually threaten their record company with complete anihilation of the world. That said, nothing can compete with the lamest of them all, "Pug Jelly".

7. Lovestoned/I think that she knows - Justin Timberlake


This is gonna be extremely biased but I seriously seriously DISLIKE JT AND ALL THAT HE REPRESENTS. I really don't know who on god's green earth told him he could sing, because he clearly can't. Even Chen Weilian can carry a tune better than him. I just totally hate the way he sings, and the style of his videos. I can only admit one thing, and that is, he can dance, and he looks pretty hot doing that. But sing? I would rather commit suicide japanese samurai style than listen to him sing. People need to start remembering this is the Nsync dude that danced in toy boxes 7 years ago, the one with popcorn hair. Damn it.

6. Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5

I don't know what to say about Maroon 5. They're decent, but they're just so.... normal. This song is just typical Maroon 5, the kind when it comes on the radio, you start by jiggling a little, shaking a little, then breaking into a full-blooded dance. And after that you continue doing your Math Tutorial.

2. Umbrella - Rihanna ft Jay Z

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1. Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie


I'm going to start with the assumption that "Fergilicious" and "London Bridge" were entities from an alternate universe which accidentally appeared on her album, and that "My Hump" was a genuine mistake that was added in Black Eye Peas album by Will.I.Am high on crack. Truth is, this actually sounds good. It's catchy, it's not too tenny-bopper i'm so cool come singalong and for half the video Fergie was froclicking in bed with this latino dude. She may look like one of those wildcats from the jungles of South Africa but she's actually got a hot body.

Ok that's it, the songs that kids nowadays are exposed to. It makes me feel lucky. Let me bring you back to my childhood when pop is THE way.

Alas, the ultimate...

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I've not sworn for many days. In my context, 1 day is eternity, so imagine how accomplished I feel. And no, I'm not reacting to Fred's comments. It started with a simple bet with Mega and Cinny which slowly made me realise, if I can refrain from doing something so habitual and instinctive, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.

Imagine Adriana Lima lying skimpily dressed on a bed seducing you. Now add an inpenetrable laser wall around her, which will totally fry your balls, because the laser waves behave like particles and bla bla bla. Screw quantum physics. Point being, I FELT TERRIBLE. Everyday I die a little inside. But ima press on. I'm not going to be a victim of my habits. I won't let my habits control me. There's really nothing big or wrong in saying the f word, but this is like a challenge to myself. Endurance. PERSERVERANCE. I CAN DO IT.

Ok lah I'll try for as long as I can but seriously... it's very, very difficult. Esp when people around you use it as frequently as a full-stop or a comma. Damn it. Temptation island. Ahhhhhh!!

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Frederick told me recently that, despite all my incessant ramblings about people using the word "like" extensively, I'm doing the exact same thing by using the F word in most of my entries, because, similar to spamming "like", using the F word just underlines the lack of words I have to replace it. With respect to this comment, I can do 2 things.

Option A: I take some time out to explain to and show him the amazingly huge number of ways you can possibly use such a gracious word, such as an adverb, an adjective, a noun or a verb etc.

Option B: I could post an entire post completely bereft of the F word, thereby proving I do have a good arsenal of vocabulary.

I choose.... Option C. Which is, I DON'T CARE. I don't have to prove to anyone the power of my vocabulary, I don't have to conceal this idiosyncrasy of mine. This is my blog, my rules, my style of posting. HAHA. In other words, F U FRED. (:


Okay, moving on, as you can so tell from my totally relevant title, this post is about the summer blockbuster TRANSFORMERS. Actually every show is a summer blockbuster in tropical Singapore, so what the hell. Transformers totally owned. Helmed by one of my favourite directors, this movie managed to live up to all the hype surronding it.

The Autobots and Decepticons were awesome. The transformation of each robot was very well sequenced and seamless, enough to make the average Transformer fan orgasmic. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if humans were able to transform. Then again, Nip/Tuck(show) and Michael Jackson(?) make me thankful we can't.


Shia Labeouf did well enough as Sam, while Megan Fox is just HOT. She is what you'd get if Jesus and Allah decide to have a competition to see who can create the more beautiful woman, then Allah decided "hey fuck this I've got better things to do" but Jesus was free so he decided to go ahead and finish what he started. The only thing working against her is her engagement to Brian Austin Green. DAMN THESE EARLYBIRDS.

Megan Fox, the sleek graphics and watching it with Pingyee would have contrived to make it a good outing for me most of the time, BUT FUCK! Thanks to Miss cant-shut-my mouth next to me, my experience was totally ruined and punctuated with every single thought that came to her mind.


I was treated to a 180min session of "ee i don't like this guy" and "oh i like maria sharapova" plus every other single ridiculous thought that her peanut of a brain could think of. It was boderline stupid, frivolous, and ridiculously inconsiderate that I half expected Ashton Kutcher to burst out and yell "PUNK'D". Then I realised I wasn't a celebrity. Damn. I really felt like Michael Moore with a sub-machine gun at that instant. "That's it I'm going to shoot her. No wait a minute, I filmed Bowling For Columbine. GOD DAMN IT!!"

During the scene when Optimus Prime and the other Autobots were at Sam's house trying to find his grandfather's specs, she started chanting "give it to him, faster, faster" NON-STOP. If Optimus Prime got the specs without delay, proceeded to retrieve the big shit cube and destroyed it, it would probably mean Michael Bay and his cast spent the remaining 100million out of the 125million budget gambling in Las Vegas and chilling with Ocean's Thirteen, right? Awesome! As if Ocean's Thirteen couldn't be anymore star-studded. OMG. GET A GRIP.

Alright. Imagine you flip open Harry Potter's last book, eargerly anticipating what would become of the world now that Voldermort is back, and then Chapter One proceeded to disintegrate your soul by starting with, "So Voldermort got whopped by a combined Avada Kedavra, Imperio and Crucio from Harry, Hermione and a revived Dumbledore(surprise!). They lived happily ever after, free from dark wizards. Hurray!" If every movie started with the good guys achieving their ultimate objective; Legolas KO'ed Sauron with a long range fatal arrow in LOTR, Achille's hurt his heel while doing jumping jacks in Troy, a secret webcam exposed the whole truth behind the Prestige(very likely in today's world), and Harold and Kumar got to White Castle at Cherry Hill because traffic was so smooth, Hollywood would probably be as big as Paris Hilton's right bicep. COME ON.


I really hope the above was a result of inoncent stupidity rather than callous indifference. Otherwise, God bless Singapore.

PEACE.

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I know I haven't been updating as often as I should be, but hey, free time is a premium and I've got to spend it on.... PRISON BREAK!! Kinda late but hell it's a good show. Anyways block tests 2 and my weak immune system seem hell bent on making me break down and give up studying, what with the persistent headache for 1 whole fucking week and the fact that so far every single paper gave me a karate kick in the groin. Fuck.

Okay, so enough on my troubles and more on my bitching, which is what make you guys come back over and over again, right? HAHA. Whatever. It's just me not being able to suppress the sexy, naughty and bitchy side of me, thus needing an outlet to vent all the inner angst building up inside everytime I see something as frivolous as......


Kelly Rowland's latest video, whose title I cannot and do not want to recall simply because it fucking stinks. Okay, so it's a typical R&B track, the typical "you and me.." and "ain't got it" blabla, the oh-so-typical lyrics, but what's the whole fucking point of the video?! It's just her frolicking in a cocktail dress, showcasing what mother nature planted on her chest, pushing and jerking it, dancing "like this" on a chair, and the other segment of the video is a live webcam of a party in her house. WHAT'S THE POINT?! If MTV viewers wanted that we could've just gone to a strip club where the action would've been much better and realistic. Seriously. I am totally against senseless videos, depicting absolutely no meaning whatsoever. If the title had been "an exhibition of my boobs" or "striptease" I would've totally understood where she's coming from, but fuck, a title "Like this" doesn't warrant a video like this. It just makes me want to pulverise whoever thought making such crappy videos was cool. You guys don't know how traumatized I am by this. Sex sells, look at PCD, but stupidity doesn't.


But then again, Rihanna's latest video, which also shamelessly showcase her sexy legs, which she insured for 1 million dollars by the way, was good, because it didn't miss the element of her title, "Umbrella". For a majority of the video she was dancing with an umbrella while showcasing ther award winning "2007 Venus Breeze 'Celebrity Legs of a Goddess' by Gillette". Yes, an obvious parade of her legs and booty, but then again, we constantly see the umbrella, which, coupled with the godlike legs, gave the video that extra push it needed to stay number 1 for so longgggg. The song is seriously damn catchy. At first it sounded damn irritating I almost wanted to rip my radio apart, but then I got hooked on, it's so easy going "Ella, ella, ella eh,  EH EH UNDER MY UMBRELAAAAA". Plus of course Rihanna is hot as hell. IMBA HOT.


Ahh yes. Since we're on visual stuff, let me tell you about Prison Break. Thanks to lard, I'm now hooked onto Prison Break, and I finished Season 1 last night. Considering it's exam period and I only took 1 week to finish it, the magnitude of how screwed I am for BT2 is there for all to see. But ohmygod it's so fucking exciting. Every ending makes you crave for the next episode. I've never been so hooked since "Friends". Scofield charms you with his brains, Abruzzi the eccentric mob boss appeals to me I don't know why, and Lincoln, Sucre, T-bag and C-note all contrive to make the show unstoppable. "I'm getting you out of here." That's a line you won't get sick of.

Bottom line. Stupid videos suck, Prison Break owns, and Rihanna is smoking hot. I'll sell the Ballack poster in my room to date her. I really will! LOL.

For the sake of people not exposed to it, here goes.

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Yes. Yours truly turned 18 about 4 days ago. I'm sooooo old! But along with age comes wisdom and maturity and with that the legal rights to

a) smoke
b) buy booze
c) club
d) drive

All of which I would not be partaking in in the forseeable future due to the impending arrival of the GCE "A" Levels, which seems determined to turn my life till mid Nov into an endless cycle of studying, studying, and more studying. SIGH.

BUT, I did achieve my aim of going pink on my birthday. For that, 2007 is not all doom and gloom after all.

CHEERS.

tmmdhb wdzlab. i mean it when i say it.

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TIme to put in my two cent's worth before Promgang goes to Malaysia. WOOHOO. What started off as a random remark materialised into a real thing and hopefully everything goes well and the trip can be fun as hell. Aiyah everything with those fags are fun so whatever.

Moving on, I finally boozed last night, but I don't think I ever will drink again in the not too distant future because the PUKING SUCKS. I puked like a dog. Unbearable. I remembered burying my face in the bushes to puke, and next moment, I was starting into Zhiwei's toilet bowl puking. SIGH.

Ok that's about it time to play Winning Eleven with my 2 bros and show them how pro their Kor is. BYE.

the wound is still fresh. the pain's still there. i don't think i'll ever get over it.
we really don't deserve this. really.



this shit is hilarious. family guy owns spidey, jack sparrow and shrek.

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