Oh. My shoes literally fell apart. I'm shoe-less now. I guess my socks will have to do.

Hmmm....let's see. What do we have here...Mad Cow Disease, some kinda war (again), SARS (Singapore Armour Regiment?)...some kinda other rubbish I'm guessing. I wonder why...I guess it's Nature's way of saying...
"You're all stupid and fucking up each other and fucking up the world. I guess it's time to weed the pack. Thin the herd. Get a trim. Just fucking die assholes."
LOL!

Always, always, always fucking happens. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

There was SOOooooo many girls wiggling their asses to (I can't get no) Satisfaction (only), though I dunno why, but they can't beat Mick Jagger.

Click on the picture to see my socks doing an impersonation of Mick Jagger.




Do-do-do...

My finger, my phone and my shoes are all taped up. I'm such a loser. Gimme money.

Yawn...! I need more work

Got this off cherrybombpress site

STOP FOIE GRAS!

" An investigation by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) on a foie gras farm found that many ducks died when their stomachs burst from overfeeding.

Studies have shown how force-feeding can result in terrible injuries including bruising and tearing of the neck. The birds also die from asphyxiation if the feeder accidentally pushes food into the wind-pipe."

If you go to a restaurant and find FOIE GRAS or other cruelly prepared food on the menu, say "oh, you serve this, then I cannot patronise your restaurant." Get up and leave.


Sounds like me at home. Force fed. I'll Force Vomit then you know. I eat when and what I want.

Today....I have no work. Just abit though. But I'm basically, sort of, off today. I'm bored. I don't know what to do. I need to work. You know what. I don't need a break. I need something to occupy myself. Yea. I guess I;ll go play with my thingy. (BASS you freaks!)

Every single word you say
That stick around inside my head
And I wish that you will write to me
Wish that you will write to me
............

I just wanna be with you
I just wanna be with you
I just wanna be with you
Don't wanna be without you.

I like vans (the vehicle not the shoes), I don't like cars.
I like scooters, I don't like road bikes.
I like slow ah peh bikes, I don't like fast expensive bikes (I'm a cheap skate).
I like walking, I like running (but I'm too lazy).
I like taking the bus (when there's no one in it), I hate trains (even whene there's not one in it).
I like you, you and you (only).
uh hmmmm.....

*Ripcough-CoughOff* *Ripcough-CoughOff* *Ripcough-CoughOff*

My brown eyed girl...*in background* (My brown eyed girl...My brown eyed girl...My brown eyed girl...) You're my..brown eyed girl....
Do you remember when, (do you remember when)....we used to sing. Sha-la-la-la-la.....

On the way back home from work just now...in the bus...guess what I did. Yup. I picked my nose again. Well, not straight away. I fell asleep first, then I work up with this small kid looking at me. I waiting till she got down before I picked my nose. It was kinda dry. I guess it was because of the aircon. Oh! Did I mention I was jamming later? *super huge wide ass grin* Nap abit first. Feels like I've just ran 10km. *How you know?! You run before is it?* Ya, I ran before. Did it in less than an hour. *sticks chest out proudly and struts around*

I'm jamming morrow. *wide grin* Wait...*looks at the time. I'm jamming later. *super wide grin*

I think I wanna buy one of them electric toothbrushes. There goes $50. My teeth are in a bad condition. My teeth is in a bad condition. I've got bad teeth.

I'm tired but not sleepy.

I'm head itches. Not hair. Not enuff. I think I should have said scalp. My scalp itches.

I'm picking my nose.

Oh well....