Okie day, for another day.

Meeting Hawon at 4ish. Right now it is 3ish. And I am bored-ish. I shall blog.

Lets see.

KAT READ BETWEEM THE LINES
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A chick in New Zealand lingo would be defined as a female.

A chick in Malaysian english lingo would be defined as a hot female.

In lingos across the globe a babe is definitely a hot chick.

Well, perhaps really ugly/attractive females are not considered chicks. But you can use the word fat chick to describe a fat woman if you are being slick.
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Okay enough on Lingo I am starting to sound stuck up.

I had the strangest idea.

Cheryl would actually look quite nice in leather. Lol. I don't mean the tight black leather outfits normally worn by chicks in sado-masochism foreplay porn movies. I am referring to a black leather jacket and straight cut black leather pants. Not a catsuit. No hot pants. Regular biker garb. I don't know it just occured to me so. I suppose it is due to cheryl's petiteness combined with her slimness. Do't worry Kat I know what you are thinking. You'd look just as good in anything. ROFLMAO.


Vietnamese Mmmmm.
And I am not referring to the food. :D


Ball room dancing is really getting on my nerves. I keep forgetting everything nowadays. Seems stress is killing my braincells and and my brain is burning itself out.


RANDOM QUIZZES RIPPED FROM KAT'S BLOG



congratulations. you are the "you smell like
butt" bunny. your brutally honest and
always say whats on your mind.


Oh yeah?



You are Hate.
Ahhh, Hate. A beautiful emotinion nevertheless. Still very dark, dark but strangely appealing. Saddens me in a way.


And for the strangest wierd reason I took the girlfriend quiz. Just like that female inner beauty quiz I randomly took the last time.


-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.

Yeah. Planet Perfecto.



EARTH is your chinese symbol!

Masochism - Taking pleasure from pain being inflicted on oneself.
Sadism - Taking pleasure in inflicting pain upon others

Sado - Prefix denominating Sadism

Sado-Masochism - One sick puppy.

Chemistry 120 is turning out to be harder than I anticipated it would be. Still I hold stongly to the hope that I obtain straight As in my papers this semester. Or at least straight set of A-'s.

Just read William's blog. Not that I want to sound very condescending or happy about anything. Just that NC's and Jason's break up seemed to be so certain to me. I was not sure of when. But somehow I felt that it was inevitable.

Die Joel Die.

If I was stuck on a deserted Island. I would want these freinds with me.

Cheryl. Endless source of good conversation material. The only problem is that all the taking may make me thristy and it being a derserted island may mean that water runs low.

William. Provided there is a guitar, for the man is a minstrel.

A goat. If a man gets too lonely. Nuff said.

I'd not have Brian there with me (sorry man if you are reading this) coz well, after a while I'd get annoyed with his arrogance. Not Krishneel, coz after a while his natural pessimism would take over and the whole island would become a pit of depression. Not Ker Han, after a long while I would want him dead. Not Logan. Conversation would run dry after a while and we'd be reduced to sleeping our days away. Paul would be okay, he's a homie, but still things would grow boring after a while. There also wouldn't be a random factor comming from any of these guys.

I'd not have any other chicks with me for if my mind is not kept entertained or being constantly stimulated, I'd grow bored and start comming on to them and pestering them for sex. Which means. No to this list of people. Nancy. Tina. Katherine. Gilainne and a few other chicks.

Yeah.

I am sick of studying.

I hate Joel
He scores well doesn't need to try
Who claims there is none he dispise
His falseness which is not shy
Whose black slate hidden white with lies
His two facedness which it belies
Who moans and bitches wants to die
He's always hurt can never cry
Who isn't truly happy his smile is sly
He runs around and wants to fly
Die Joel Die

- Timultuous.

Friend Fact File
First name : Timultuous a.k.a. Tim
Middle name : None
Last name : None (but if there is one it would sound way cool)
Height : More than 164 cm
Weight : 70 odd-ish Kg
Can be heard saying : Just about any swear word in any language. Extremly articulate, has mastered the fine art of insult. Also a very fluent spader
Can be caught doing : Just about anything, spading.
Relationship to author : Alter Ego
Size of Penis : Oh yeah you wanna know don't you? His boner would out a horse to shame.
Website he visits most often :www.deviantart.com
What he is known for : Being extremly wierd, also extremly cool.
First came into existence :Exact date unknown, Tim gradually manifested himself within the time frame of 1998-2001

Hsuan believes I am gay. I hope he learns to decern the truth more easily. He is truly very gullible.

I need to find something new to drive me. Martial arts has really lost a lot excitement that it once brought me. I know all there is to know in many aspects already, all I need is practice. I have stopped at the end of the improovement curve, from here on, it is logarithmic all the way, a lot of practice would bring you that little further. A really time consuming pay off, that, plus the fact that due to my height I need to compensate much more to be on par with someone half a head taller than me, but much weaker, e.g. Ronald the lanky bastardos.

Argh. Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss Me, Kill me.

ARGH.

ARgh.

ArGh.

I shall be doing something very drastic very soon. I don't know what, but I need that strange RANDOM factor in my life. It makes life interesting.

I have been good for too long. I have been nice for too long. I have been sweet for too long. It is time to be a bastard.

The nice guys loose out, true, coz they are willing to take the step back. I must get into a fight sometime within the next month or so, like walk up to the random faggot who is taller than me and then just hook him coz he is ugly. And make him feel the pain I feel for having to look at the face only a blind mother would dare touch. Boody hell, why does the world have so many eyesores to look at. The fat incandescent whore that society rapes over and over again to make themselves feel better, to exert thier superiority and to make themselves feel beautiful.

I would have once said. Kill off all the ugly people, the stupid people, the people who are beautiful and we'd have an uber race. The herenfolk. But then'it's not be fair for the ugly ones. It could be seen that we are sacrificing ourselves for the greater good. But no. I want the pretty boys to suffer. Kill them all. Use them, turn thier fresh succulent atheletic bodies into the rags we use to wipe our asses over and over again as we gloat in thier misery, then we end thier lives after breaking thier spirit. We'd have the ugly people left. This scum that is left over isn't worth two shits a bull. We kill them too. Then there wouldn't be a soul left, With nobody left. There are no problems. World hunger is solved. No crime. No taxes. No pain. No suffering, Nothing. Oblivion.

And then there would be peace.

I just want peace.

Nice quiet peace.

Leave me alone.

Kill Me. Make it fast. Please.