1. I think that fire is a wonderful thing. I love to see fire burn, and watch the flames burn down wood and spoil everything. I love seeing anything that’s burnt down, it gives me a feeling that nothing is stronger than fire.

2. I’m of earth element. I’m supposed to be calm, wise and composed. I’m nothing like that.

3. I’ve a small tattoo of a star on my thigh. It’s horrendously ugly and I love it.

4. I think my knowledge about something that I’m well versed at, is superior to anybody else’s. Mine matters.

5. I fantasized about racing when I was a kid. I fantasized about fighting when I was about 14. I also fantasized about tattooing my entire body when I was about 17.. I wanted a phoenix with flames out of it’s mouths and wings eating up a man.

6. I fantasized about killing people I hate and ripping their parts, and then preserving them to feed their parents with the leftovers. I love the term “Flesh and blood” because I think that anybody that feeds themselves to me, is worth my thoughts. I believe that the left eyeball of the person I hate, is all I need to see my past and future.
I want to kill many leaders of my country, but I can’t because I promised a friend when I was 15 that I wouldn’t.

7. I hate people with brown and yellow skin with moustaches. Only black and white people can have moustaches. I DESPISE the sight of a disgruntled person.

8. I love meat. I like cabbage and general vegetables. I HATE lettuce. I fucking HATE lettuce.

9. I was afraid of people when I was younger. I now hate people.

10. I find transvestites, awfully cool people. They couldn’t give a fuck about what you thought about them. They just went ahead, and became what they really were, they embraced it instead of hiding from it and subjecting themselves to mental torture from the the normal man’s stigma towards them.

11. I find gay men, awfully likeable. Hell, I really like gay men. But only gay men that show they are gay, not gay men who choose to hide their sexuality.

12. I somehow find Mariah Carey, helluva sexy. I mean they’re fake, fine, but she’s still appealing.

13. I hate Beyonce Knowles. She sings like a constipated camel.

14. I think Michelle Branch’s real nice, and I think Britney Spears became like this because I rejected her in my dreams.

15. I find boobs, highly HIGHLY boring.

16. I find David Marchand or Davey Havok, unusually cool. He snaps out goth in coolness. I watched Miss Murder, 38 times in a row and can’t remember the lyrics till now. God knows how I did it.

17. I find guys with eyebrows that slant inwards, very interesting.

18. According to people, my judgement towards girls, seem to be; they have big rounded puppy eyes, they have large foreheads, they have thick eyebrows, they have healthy looking hair, they have very long eyelashes.

19. I’m pierced 6 times on the left ear, and twice on the right ear. I’m pierced once on my eyebrow in 2002. I’m pierced in my handweb once. I’m still currently pierced on my lip.

20. Spanish is the coolest language in the world. 2nd is Thai. English’s the most boring, but most gentleman’ish language.

21. I can speak Spanish. All you need to do, is add “oto, ho, oh, ah” Example? Fuck you. Fuckoco youko malafockoro!” I want to touch your breasts= “Me’oh want’o touch’o your tetek’o.”

22. A nissan 350z is one of the hardest cars you’ll ever handle in your life. Beautiful car, that can’t move two inches without sliding.

23. I think cheating on your partner is highly sexy. But if my partner cheats on me, her mom’ll become the sexiest thing alive.

24. This is my birthday number. I’m associated with death according to the chinese belief.

25. I still don’t intend to fuckign let you know what i feel, and what runs through the other 124/125 of my mind.

26. I believe there was a path for everybody’s life. If the person’s a complete fuckup, it’s god’s fault. If the person’s a real winner, it’s my doing.

27. I can type faster than your virgin grandmother.

28. Lamborghini’s designs, aren’t my type. Only the F50, F430, F599 and Ferrari Daytona look appealing to me. Oh and the classic Ferrari’s of course. I am obsessed with BMW cars. I love the Porsche uglyfied design.

29. I think the ugliest whores alive, are the hairstylists that that are so exceeding in their fashion styles. They’re not subtle enough.

30. You never knew this, but if you ever told your dad; “Dad I knew what happened *crap a date*. I wouldn’t want mom to know this, but my mouth can’t be sewn shut without money” Then go to your mom and say “Mom, I know what you did when you were 25. I need a new car so I can forget about it”

31. If you told your younger sister she was a virgin, and she asked what a virgin is, tell her it means it’s a ritual all girls go through to become grown up. It’s where they stuff the heads of their barbie dolls into their butts and twist it’s head till it snaps off.

32. You never noticed anything, even past number 36. Watch. I’ll prove it to you, you’re unobservant.

33. I once tried to set myself on fire because I watched Guiness Book Of Records. Apparently, it’s true that kerosene flames don’t go off in water. And it’s also true that burning hurts.

34. All bands with the title “The” will be rockstars. “The Strokes, The Sex Pistols, The Killers” The only band that failed was, “The Kirksmans” I had difficulty finding more people with the name kirksman.

35. I’ve the private number of Shaq O’Neil and Travis Barker. It’s as true as russian diamonds.

36. This is the first time I’m writing in the system of a 12.

37. If I was to stand up and put two dildos on my head, I’ll still not be the tallest guy on earth.

38. If you were to observe something, people are really stupid. If you were late, and said “5 more minutes”, they’ll hate you. If you say, “I’ll be down in 6 minutes!”, they’ll think you’re really fast.

39. If you tried advising me, I’d suggest spitting onto a deep forest during a junglefire to put out the flames, you’ll be done clearing the fire before I even listen to one of your advice.

40. You must be a retard to read this far. I’m gunning for 1000 though.

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41. I LOVE Vanessa Anne Hudgens. She’s the only reason I watch High Skewl Musical once in a while. I mean, it’s a downright retarded show with all that stupid singing and crappy acting, but if Vanessa Hudgens is in it, I’m watching it. I melt, if she bends her head forward and tiliates her eyes towards any direction.

42. If all the insects in the world were to fart at the same time, the world would be destroyed due to the tremendous energy released at the same moment. If you count the amount of times I fart in a day, you’ll probabbly lose count at 85, not to mention consciousness and all sense of breath.

43. If I were to tell you one thing a day, you’ll still end up a retard. However, if you were to see my eyes and manage to capture it’s motion, you’ll be a genius. Provided you can remember and understand how i interpret it. I can understand it, I can’t remember it. That’s why I’m still stupid.

44. I find working women, especially ones in those knee length skirts and shirts or blazers, highly highly highly sexy. I really don’t quite care about girls that wear too little and with all due respect, please don’t start any “Oh, he’s talking about him or her” bullcrap in my face. I don’t wanna start no vendetta here, and I know it’ll come if any assumptions is made.

45. There’s a girl, in yellowcard’s video, only one, live video that is. It was previously downlodable from punkrockvids.com, now I’m not sure if it is. It’s the girl that appears suddenly in the camera, right in the middle when the vocalist starts singing “Here I go”. She’s my imaginary lover, and she’s the reason I’m still single. She’s waiting for me, I know somewhere, somehow.

46. If you were to attempt to convince a penguin that it can fly, you’ll probablly suceed. Ever wondered why?
I’ve been researching about penguin science, and apparently those flippers were evolved from wings. If
nothing is impossible, then it’s surely possible to convince the penguin its flippers are still fly’able. Then, the
next time you should do is, radio it while it’s flying and tell it that ”No, actually flippers are meant for swimming. Conclusion? I donno….

47. I’ve never written an important exam essay in the mindmap, tree-form. I’ve always written wahtever flows into my head. I however, practice it all the time, when I’m doing excercises. I’m really good at this mindmap thing.

48. Your mother has never seen a duck quacking. Trust me.

49. Your dad, has never seen a pig snort. Trust me as well.

50. Your brother snuck into room once to fondle your Barbie doll.

51. You ran into his room, to steal his copy of Backstreet Boys-Black and White

52. I find screamo punk and emo punk, very appealing. However, I can’t listen to them for longer than 2 hours. I start finding myself running around naked and slapping my weenie with a marker pen.

53. Until the day I die, I’ll never forget what happened on the 3rd of April year 2000. How tables have turned.

54. I still wanna tattoo myself on the forearm and back and calves. I think that tattoos are really a way to let all that creatures and imagination in you, be exposed to the light of humanity. What tattoos are, is really great. They release these poor creatures that have been stuck under your skin for so many years. IT’s not like your skin’s all that sweet anyway.

55. I can poo and clean myself in 2 minutes, flat. So if I say I’mma go to the toilet, and I come out in 3 minutes, I’m peeing. if I come out in 2 minutes, I’m poo’ing.

56. I think i’ve the best voice in the world, I’m teh sexiest sounding lesbian in the world.

57. I hate cats. I despise them.

58. I hate people that hate cats. I despise them as well.

59. I hate people that dislike dogs.

60. I like dogs. I hate your dad.

61. He stole your mom from me.

62. Lost prophets should be sued. They give me a headache when I headbang to them.

63. I think I’m the coolest drummer in the world. Reason being, I can fart while playing and still nobody will notice. How many of you can do that? Now you know why I suddenly roll or smash teh cymbals really hard don’t you?

64. Drifting, is NOT going to make you go around the corner faster. C’mon, you slide your car, and acclerate to straighten your car, then only move it. Now imagine me, fast into corner, brake hard when in the corner, and acclerate without any spinning or sliding. THAT’s skill.

65. I hate lecturers that say things that I have no fucking clue what they’re saying. And for heaven’s sakes, C doesn’t necesarrily mean it’s pronounced as K.

66. I hate people that frown. I hate people that smile like fools all the time. I hate people that display no emotions. I hate people that don’t laugh. I hate people that laugh all the time.

67.I believe if a trained woman, can have teh same amount of muscle as men, they’ll be stronger. Because I strongly believe their muscle density is more. Look at how that skinny bitch beside you pinched you so hard, you nearly screamed your butthole into a megablaster.

68. I believe that pissholes are the biggest holes in the average man’s hole. Hell it squirts out millions of swimmers, your ass only exhumes about 20lbs of nitrous oxide smelling shit.

69. Gay men should dance.

70. Lesbians should just touch each other.

71. Lydia’s house has 22 cute little liquor bottles that can’t be drunk.

72. Alex’s house has a bird that can ask you if you kena 4d or not. He also has a lot of green in his house.

73. Pamela Anderson’s implanting herself to backaches.

Participant Profile
1.Name : Mr. Chayut Sritippho
Date of birth : 30 / 07 / 1989
Age : 17
T-Shirt Size : L
School : Nakhonsawan School

2.Name : Miss Kamontip Changtong
Date of birth : 31/ 03 / 1991
Age : 15
T-Shirt Size : M
School : Phattharayan Witthaya School

3.Name : Mr. Nattapol Kwanchanapakdee
Date of birth : 10 / 04 / 1989
Age : 17
T-Shirt Size : L
School : Suksanaree Wittaya

4.Name : Miss Chutirat Ruengkhajorn
Date of birth : 05 / 09 / 1989
Age : 14
T-Shirt Size : M
School : Bangbowittayakhom School

5.Name : Miss Marinee Jetsuriyong
T-Shirt Size : M
School : Bangbowittayakhom School

Group Leader (committee)

Name : Miss Kamonporn Munboon < Tui >
Date of birth : 04 / 12 / 1987
Age : 19
T-Shirt Size : M
School : Khonkaen University

Name : Miss Usa Wingphat < Jic >
Date of birth : 19 /10 / 1986
Age : 20
T-Shirt Size : M
School : Suan Dusit Rajabhat University

Lord, we’re in for a lot of fun this time around for camp. 5 Thai participants and 2 commitee’s. Heck, this better be fun as hell, I’m sacrificing classes for this thing godamn it.

Read this,and think if you still want me to open up to you.

Everyone makes, mistakes. Everybody’s probabbly gone through, what it feels when jokes turn sour. In many cases, when these jokes turn lemon, someone will get hurt…..and very often,  the one who initiated it. Cruel as it may be, often, the initiator will try, as it’s an obligation to clear the air and make crystal that they never meant it. Sometimes, we just kiss and
make up, sometimes things don’t go so well. Running away from it, would hardly sound matured but when feelings are in place, even peeling an apple sounds like a tremendous deal. It’s often best, not to play around with emotions, for emotions, aren’t something controllable by the mind. It reacts by itself, how sane it comes to be depends on how much previous moulding. Often, when something this scale comes up, you lose.

Ken’s right, some people, just weren’t really meant to be too close to anyone. Somehow, someone will disagree, somehow someone will speak against, somehow people just cannot accept us for what we are. We were never meant to be taken like that. We were never supposed, by destiny and fate, to be close to anybody that slighted our mentality.
We were never like the average person thanks to our differing school of thought and critically differring ideas and notions. We were not meant to sleep and awake with the same person the next day. People, cannot hold on to us and understand what we are. Some may think unique, it’s never that way.

It’s a curse, to be different. It’s a curse, to not be able to express emotions and feelings and understanding it like what many would. It’s a curse, when you feel high sense of pleasure out of stress, pain and physical insecurities and when most people quit, you just want it to keep going on and on, milking the immeasurable sick pleasure from people’s agony and disgust. I’m walking this path, that pains the fuck out of me but I enjoy it more than anything. I’m not a goth, you should never say you’re a goth. I’m not a devil, I’m not satan, I’m merely a child that is usually happy, until left alone to ponder his thoughts, his peculiar emotions and trying hard to understand why the fuck is he void of the feelings most people have. Why is it that, I can not understand so many things people say to me? Why is it, these things they feel, sound awkwardly alien to me? Why am I forced to put a sight that I comprehend, yet it is not so? WHY WHY WHY??? Why do I derive such dispeakable pleasure out of this?

I’ve enough of pretending to be concerned, pretending to understand what you people feel. I don’t. Stop forcing me to be. I don’t understand grief, pleasure of how you deem it, I DON’T! I can’t! I’ve been cultivating it, but it never grows and I will never get it. I don’t feel how you feel, when you see a gift that came from the heart of the giver, I don’t get the pleasure you people have when someone says something nice to you. I’ve been thoroughly exposed to dissapointments and fear and loneliness. I can’t send my thoughts to you, you would not agree and I am hardheaded and it’s impossible that I will concur. In the end, you’ll write me off. I don’t want to keep losing people around me, although I know it’s impossible that I can hold on to them for long. Your reality, is not mine.

My sarcastic words, often are really my ways of expressing what I really have in my head, but filtered thoroughly so as to not make it sound so direct and heart piercing. I may not understand why you fuckers can’t take a direct diss, but I’m not majority and I’m forced to follow!! Fuck you people sometimes, stop troubling me with your obscure ways! It’s not for me to understand!!!!!! I don’t want anybody to hold me down, I want to be what I really am!!!! Stop all this! Stop giving me something that I want to hold so much but inevitably will lose! Something that I’m so fucking afraid to lose, but I am bound to! Better void me of the happiness than robbing it away from my bleeding fingers when the time comes.

Sometimes, I wish people would notice something that I say about myself when I’m clowning around. I’ve always dropped hints of what I really want, that I need a place to be heard, that I want to be loved as well, but nothing of such can, will or shall happen. It’s so obvious, can’t you people spot it? Can’t you see how strong I put these points sometimes? Why does it slip right through your fucking inefficient mind? Don’t you all see that, details, minute ones, are the ones that really matter? I smile when you insult me, you have no idea how I FEEL!! I will never do that to you in a serious manner, for I know my words are extremely sharp. Yet notice, I do mean what I say, but only sometimes.

I give up.

DENMARK’S AWESOME!~!!! Woohoo!!
But wait, won’t that cause jams instead?

And this is an example of good commercials. Waohhhhhh.!!! I’ll buy a dozen of those candy bars.

So JC Got A W810I

So he got himself the W810 at last. Great phone, nice pics, nice vids, great sound. I just don’t like the fact that it’s the previous generation phone. Can’t say we didn’t have fun with it though.

Jon got terribly excited over this picture. I can’t really figure out why, but I’ll just post it here to see if any1 can tell me about it

Then we saw this M3 convertible around MFA, i highly doubt it’s really an M3, but what the heck. It says M3.

I saw this doggie in Jonker. Well I didn’t get to see my incredibly beautiful looking hush puppy dog (which i forever forget it’s name), but i did get to pet this fellow

Here’s the closeup

Then we went to Friends, cuz I wanted to meet Suyen and Suemay,and then Alex, YY, Jon and Lydia tagged along

Alex and suemay lookin real cute.

YY and Lydia lookin stoned bored.

JC and Alex lookin gay as fag.

And the Budweiser that felt, real good. Taste like guiness, feels smoother, malty aftertaste.

Pure was for the next day though.

Hi people!! I’ll post some videos.
YOu will want to watch this video. It’s me playing with a teddy bear, i don’t actually mind being recorded anyway. I’m cool

Hehehe

Here we are tryin to hit 140km/h on a 10 year old wira……damn it took forever.

And workout in the gym, goin pretty okay. Yay!

Good Lord Mother OF Ganja.

Good lord, this is one heckuva car!! My oh my!

Now, Imagine if this car, this monster rocket is driven by police. Imagine Malaysian police driving this monster. There can only be 3 possibilities:

1. More road deaths because of Malaysian police’s lack of skills to handle such a machine.
2. More corruption because the goverment would have to cut the policemen pay to afford such a car.
3. People trying to chase these cars just to admire it, only to find out some policeman is driving it and inside they’ll start to curse.

So, thankfully, Malaysians aren’t going to see the backlights of this car with the police sticker anytime soon. The germans, now they’re in quite a bit of a huff.

It’s Brabus CLS V12, a real speeding monster. Here’s the best part, it’s also the world’s fastest sedan built.
How fast??

Top Speed: 225.15MPH
0-62MPH: 4.5 seconds
BHP: 730BHP.

Frightening….absolublty frightening. Now outrunning this car, to Malaysian police will be a joke, considering how pathetic our policemen driving skills are (I outran a Kancil by driving straight and flooring the gears, and a Waja by swerving left and right through the traffic. I am a horrendous driver btw.), but in the hands of skillful German policemen, just pull aside please. It’s not worth the trouble. Want more pics?

I LOVE BMW cars like religion. I LOVE them, and I wanna own at least 5 in my entire lifetime. I know I will like to own at least five. The, 1 series, 3 series, 5 series, 7 series and M version. And hey, if the 2 series is for real, why not? However, this car above, sure ain’t no slouch either. Beautiful, beautiful.

 At the moment however, a simple 1.6L Mini Cooper S supercharged to 210BHP, sounds good for me. Imagine 255KM/h on the PLUS highway in the car the size of a mere MYVI. Thank BMW

Turning Over A New Leaf.

IT’s REALLY not as easy as it sounds. People, hold preceptions, size you up, the moment you introduce yourself. It’s thus, extremely important to make a good impression, the first time you meet another individual. Especially, ESPECIALLY, if you believe that person is going to be more than a “passing” friend. I’ve had friends, whom were a complete disgust previously, working hard to gain themselves a better social acceptance among people.

However, it’s almost impossible to completely change, in fact I daresay it’s completely impossible to change people’s previous negative opinions towards one. It’s just not possible. We could blame it to the way the brain is constructed. There’s probabbly some funny “bridge” that builds itself the moment we meet another person, and whatever that “bridge” holds, becomes the set of opinions and thoughts that’s unchangeable.

Laugh not, for this is true in the case of drug addicts and alcohol addicts. The brain constructs a certain link, that provides immediate satisfaction if that substance is taken into the body. And it’s difficult, very difficult to break the link. That’s why alcoholics and drug addicts that even go for rehabilitation have a high possibility of reverting into their former habit.

 I’ve set a set of rules and responsibilites as well as targets that I must adhere and achieve in my current semester.They’re pretty simple, but to achieve them, might be another question altogether.

1. Achieve an extremely important 3.67GPA for this semester.
2. Study for at least an hour a day. (I’m actually holding to this pretty well)
3. Minimize lepak’ing and spend the time on more beneficial activities like preparing my assignments. (Which reminds me, PMS nothing, Cyberp, Monday, Psychology, DISASTER BOUND)
4. Quit all the consumption of booze and tobacco whatsoever. (This might be a lil hard if I go Pure)
5. Get a job to keep myself busy the whole day. I hate feeling free.

Then there’s a couple of traits in myself that I’ll have to watch, some not so good traits. My temper’s going to have to be on the hot red lookout, my strong hate for slow and inconsistent people, my dislike for people that keep talking about themselves and most importantly, I’ve gotta stop being self conscious and let people’s opinion and chatter be theirs.

OF course, to a certain extent, I’ve got to be aware of what people think about me, but I’m not about to let it control what I’m out to do. I’m gonna do stuff!!

My Pre-Class Start Trip to KL

The Bulk Of The Photos

If you’d like to just skip what I’m about to blog about, then you can click on that link. Just click on the “Slideshow” if you’re lazy to click them picture by picture.

Anyway, I got 8 tickets to the Hitz.TV birthday bash thanks to Shaz (Thanks a mil bro, owe ya!), and decided to call along my buddies, including Wei Loong from KL to join us. Okay, now the party wasn’t half a screaming excitement, so don’t expect pictures from there. Somehow seeing Malaysian celebrities, feel numb and boring nowdays. Okay, now if I meet Sarah Hannah Tan, that’s a completely different story.

Anyway, we left at about 9, from WAY diverted from the original 6.30 plan to leave, but that’s okay. With Jon “piloting” his 1.3K CC K3-VE, 90BHP (Engine power nie….-20% on wheel) powered Avanza, we were OFF to “todi” ourselves to death that night.

I wonder if they allow “SMS’ing” while piloting in future….hmm….autopilot I guess. Didn’t know Avanza’s were so advanced.

Fierce….anyway, that’s Baloo her boyfriend she’s hugging.

Halfway we had to stop by, because I was getting hungry….(no surprises there)

Kepoh la….I makan pun nak ambik foto aku makan.
I was busy munching while that camera with the lenses the size of four pussy eyes combined together. Pussy, being cat, what’s so wrong about that? Here pussy pussy, COME TO PAPAAAA!!!!!!!

I also managed to snap a pic of this chick, but unfortunately, it’s really small. So whatever, and a DSLR camera doesn’t actually help when you’re trying to snap “Spy” pics of your opposite gender’s “friend”.

Well, if she’s more than happy to pose, I’ll just post it up anyway. Respect to the camwhore.

When we finally reached, we had to dispose of Valerie’s oversized computer to her hostel, else we wudn’t have any space to put our butts. However, it was restricted to men, so we had a dilemma, either continue with the PC in the car and have our butts burn, or just run in and out, and if we get caugth, we’ll just blame Valerie.
What? Is that even a decision? Off we went running in!!

See….no entry, but what are rules meant for?.

To save us from the guresome sight of a lady’s hostel room of course. Ghastly……and I thought I was messy. (Wait, I’m neat)

And above, we see wei loong bluff girls, donno bluff what. I think he’s explaining to them why in a male anatomy, the guys have one organ more than women. And also how that came upon, and why it’s good. For us at least. (And we wonder why women are so complicated…and think we’re faggots)

We went to eat at Kim Gary (I can never spell the name of that shop)
There, Valerie mentally raped a baby girl of her youth, tragic.

She kept patting the baby’s head while the parents weren’t looking, then after that she even proceeded to take photos with the kid. What the heck?

Anyway, here’s a nice shot of Valerie and Lydia Yap Sook Ling the biggest sock in the world. I think she looks better with curled hair. Makes her look fatter.

Jon decided to pose around in his new gay purple shirt, that looks a lot like a Roxy shirt, minus the “Roxy” word. I knew there was something in Jon that screamed let me out. I suppose Alex’s true self is slowly creeping out as you can see him smiling broadly upon seeing Jonathan wearing that shirt. It looks tight doesn’t it? I’m sure you agree.

I managed to spark up a little chat that went a little like ;

GIRL: IS that your camera?
ME: Nope, it’s this fellow’s one (Pointing to Valerie)
GIRL: Oh, are you a photographer?
ME: Nah…just helping her snap photos of stuff all around. I suppose I can’t take photos of things in this shop?
GIRL: Oh, it’s okay. Sure, go ahead.
ME: *Snaps her photo* Yea, I think I’ll take a photo of you too
GIRL: OH NOOO!!! *Closes face* ………..with a hanger…..
ME: Hehe, thx. Cya! =D

Jon sure thinks it’s amusing to see a condom shop, so he took some photos. However, the lady stopped him after he took like 4 shots. However, what she didn’t see was, that I had a camera, DSLR one too….that snaps about 8 shots in 1 second. Hehehehe…..Stop one ant, let a whole army of ants swarm the colony. Typical….typical…

I was really sleepy anyway….but this is our “VSOP night”

NIce lil bottle, which I left in KL. GOtta get it from CK later.

Here’s a complimentary camwhore photo of us both. I think we’re long lost brothers somewhere. Look at the amount of blemishes and pimples we have on our previously smooth like chicken’s butt faces. He’s into bodybuilding, I’m into weightlifting. Sounds like we have something in common somewhere. Too bad he’s taken…..by a girl. AWW!!!

Somewhere in between, Jon got drunk I supose and decided to pose for the cam with his million dollar physique.

Now this is something freaky……….

Now, it’s really nice to see the flames, but on the upper right. Notice something?

It’s a hand that’s holding a cameraphone, and taking photos. HOWEVER, here’s the problem. The only phones that night, were a SE J200, 3100, some funny Samsung phone, N70, 7610. All these phones, either had no camera, or was not a fliphone. I confirmed, and NONE of us had a flipping cameraphone. Also, when this photo was taken, the only cameras available were the DSLR and 2 digital cameras. Nobody took their cameraphones out. And even if they did, how did that shadow appear on the upper right?

On the second pic, it seems a little distorted and looks like it ran off. Peculiar…..creepy….

Anyway, we had quite a bit of fun, despite me being the moodspoiler. Yea, I was a bit in pain, but my doctor’s smiling now saying I’m completely free. Yehh!! Hehehe….Safe.

hehehehe, I blogged.

I have NO clue.

What am I supposed to blog about anyway? IT’s like, my mind was overflowing with things to blog about a minute ago, yet when I placed my warm butt onto this wooden seat, it all seems to have been absorbed by the chair. Smart chair…..dumb me.

Oh, just when I thought, there’d be nobody that holds a grudge against me, or nobody that’ll dislike me….I was proven wrong. Some girl apparently thinks that I’m a poseur that tries to act “cool”. Okay…….now, that…….THAT’S cool!

Haha, never really thought anybody’d give me a second thought on putting me in the same line with the word “cooL”. Considering I really am not. I’m proud someone actually does think I’m somewhat cool. That’s neat, that’s neat.The new semester’s a headache, 1 of my lecturer speaks English, that sounds more like French. So you’ll have to listen really hard to understand what he’s trying to say. One could take it in two ways;

 1. MMU’s trying to save money by employing foreign lecturers whom we understand not half a word they say.

2. MMU’s trying to make us concentrate harder, because lecturers like this can only be heard clearly if you’re really REALLY paying hard attention. Impressive right?

Such a simple method of getting us to listen extremely hard and concentrate well to what’s being taught. Only problem………..we understand what he says then, but we forget to understand what he’s teaching. SO how? Die also la.

Still, the chicks are pretty

                                                         hot

in my new semester. No wait, they’re the same chicks as the last semester. Well, I’m seeing more chicks then. I think I have a tendency to fall for the same type of girls.

-Big rounded eyes, if they protrude slightly and have a layer of tear on them constantly thus making them look very dreamy and adorable, even better.
-Fluttery eyelashes
-Slight different clothing
-Colored hair, not overly done.
-Done up hair, not overly done as well.
-………………………………and almost always, they’re chinese educated.

What the ? Not that I disrespect Chinese educated people, for mind you, I’m a chinese myself, but I can’t speak chinese!! I mean, I can speak Mandrin and Cantonese slightly, and I can pretend I can speak Hokkien (I’m of Hokkien Peranakan ethinicity btw) yet I haven’t got 1/8 a clue what they’re saying. Most of the time, I’ll just smile and say “Sie sie” (Yes yes) if I’m completely blur about what they’re saying. IF they ask me something, I’ll reply ”Wa biea hiau kong hokkien ah”, and thus subject myself to VERY confused stares. Then they’ll
switch to mandrin MUCH to my relief. I’d rather have English, but even Bill Gates does not own the world.

Wait, I’ll start a new blog post.

Hello world!

I switched from my older site, cuz this site, wordpress seems more user friendly and more organised. So, no more kirksman87.blogspot.com.
Besides, this site allows me to reorganize my links, contacts, entries, posts and everything in between much better. Hehehe…..I like this site. Now, all I gotta figure out is how the hell do I edit my template.