It's 1.04am and im sitting in my poorly lit room typing away a cliche start to a cliche blog. Somehow, the enthusiasm for blogging diminished as i bathed my thoughts away. Realising that this is a public blog impedes my urge to relinquish all my heart felt emtions. Well, all i have to do is to exercise a wee bit more self control and tadah, a blog for people to bitch about cause they dun fully understand wads going on.
Had supper with my octarian frens a moment ago. Both of them returned to lion city on sunday evening. Tonight is probably the first night i felt happy to see them at all...hmmmm nah. I found out the reason why astro chose to room with salty, cause salty can sq****. Also, they had plenty of common topics for discussion, all of which i was excluded. i guess im not named outkasted for nothing. Surprise surprise, they were speculating all along! about this that and everything. The lastest being vieira's transfer from arsenal to real. didnt know salty was so nosey about soccer news until he revealed that he has been betting all along! Euro came and went, season yet started. So all the two of them could bet on was vieira's transfer. To spice things up, my brother gary was the one who initiated the bet months ago. However, the fickled minded vieira killed the rumours before euro only to startle the reporters before olympics. The irritating part was the bet on whether vieira will leave for real before bremen, during bremen or after bremen. Obviously that ass is still deciding though he already packed his stuff at highbury. I dun know who won the bet among the three but i hate soccer betting. Never liked it and never will. (no baby, im not talking about u cause ur not in the picture at all). Tried enlightening them and they called me genius jia jia chen.
apologies for the poorly written paragraph above, it's rather difficult to express urself when emtions threaten to take over the mind. I am not claiming that i usually write well, simply a little notice to those who realise the unusually/exceptionally bad writing.
I've lost my voice ever since i got back from europe and it get worse by the day. Blame the chocolates for getting me feverish at night and sore throat for the rest of the day. No doubt i sound REALLY sexy with that coarse low magnetic voice, i prefer my usual rather dolce tone. Okie just crapping. The matter of fact is - it hurts to talk! Even though, i cant stop my voice box from vibrating whenever my branch ic starts gossiping with my fren. Someone shut me up...plS!
If any of you find my last sentence of my previous entry disturbing, i would like to clarify certain things. This is the kind of disclaimer you have to put up whenever people start questioning your writing.
DISCLAIMER: This blog exists to serve the general interests of renahyi, jiajiamaster 101, handsome chen and ugly ren. Outsiders who wish to read the crap written pls note that the entire blog is punctuated with both facts and fiction. There are thousand and one coded messages, If you happen to decrpyt any of them, congratulations. If you feel puzzle by the tings i write, for example "sms is the greatest invention next to light", pls dont conjure and tag your own meaning to the quotes and leave the misinterpretations under my name. Feel free to bitch about the blog but do not put words in my already loaded mouth. In simpler langauge, treat this like a story book or better still, a verbal comic strip. Read and forget.
I feel so light. The prata probably shed 20 kg off my belly. I am gay.
Had supper with my octarian frens a moment ago. Both of them returned to lion city on sunday evening. Tonight is probably the first night i felt happy to see them at all...hmmmm nah. I found out the reason why astro chose to room with salty, cause salty can sq****. Also, they had plenty of common topics for discussion, all of which i was excluded. i guess im not named outkasted for nothing. Surprise surprise, they were speculating all along! about this that and everything. The lastest being vieira's transfer from arsenal to real. didnt know salty was so nosey about soccer news until he revealed that he has been betting all along! Euro came and went, season yet started. So all the two of them could bet on was vieira's transfer. To spice things up, my brother gary was the one who initiated the bet months ago. However, the fickled minded vieira killed the rumours before euro only to startle the reporters before olympics. The irritating part was the bet on whether vieira will leave for real before bremen, during bremen or after bremen. Obviously that ass is still deciding though he already packed his stuff at highbury. I dun know who won the bet among the three but i hate soccer betting. Never liked it and never will. (no baby, im not talking about u cause ur not in the picture at all). Tried enlightening them and they called me genius jia jia chen.
apologies for the poorly written paragraph above, it's rather difficult to express urself when emtions threaten to take over the mind. I am not claiming that i usually write well, simply a little notice to those who realise the unusually/exceptionally bad writing.
I've lost my voice ever since i got back from europe and it get worse by the day. Blame the chocolates for getting me feverish at night and sore throat for the rest of the day. No doubt i sound REALLY sexy with that coarse low magnetic voice, i prefer my usual rather dolce tone. Okie just crapping. The matter of fact is - it hurts to talk! Even though, i cant stop my voice box from vibrating whenever my branch ic starts gossiping with my fren. Someone shut me up...plS!
If any of you find my last sentence of my previous entry disturbing, i would like to clarify certain things. This is the kind of disclaimer you have to put up whenever people start questioning your writing.
DISCLAIMER: This blog exists to serve the general interests of renahyi, jiajiamaster 101, handsome chen and ugly ren. Outsiders who wish to read the crap written pls note that the entire blog is punctuated with both facts and fiction. There are thousand and one coded messages, If you happen to decrpyt any of them, congratulations. If you feel puzzle by the tings i write, for example "sms is the greatest invention next to light", pls dont conjure and tag your own meaning to the quotes and leave the misinterpretations under my name. Feel free to bitch about the blog but do not put words in my already loaded mouth. In simpler langauge, treat this like a story book or better still, a verbal comic strip. Read and forget.
I feel so light. The prata probably shed 20 kg off my belly. I am gay.
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