Normally i'd agree to a blowjob by any chick. or a handjob..
But in this guy's case.. he's a real dumb ass.. Lol


BTW
my cousin albert frm filipins is coming tmrw to singapore xD :D:D:D:D:D:D
so excited i dont have to do any housework anymore!!!!!!!!!!! he does everything
including moving the furniture and etc.. :D:D:D:D

another hilarious shit..


u really gotta pity the lil baby.. wonder wad happened to her..


even thou the crank tat shit sucks. travis made it teh shit! xD


HAHHAHAHAHAHAHA OFMFG
CANT CONTROLV ERYY FUNNY OMFG


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Some Motherfucker stole my fucking Limited Edition Nike Dunk Low CL just right outside my house while i was asleep for only 6 hours..

I didn't use it for 2 days cos it was hurting me whilst i was at work so i used my Air Fore Premium lows.. T_T oh god damn it...And i was only 6 days away frm moving my house... WHY COULDN'T THEY WAITTT.. bloody motherfuckers..

Rule no1. FOr living in a HDB
1: DONT EVER LEAVE UR FUCKIGN SHOE OUTSIDE

just got back from the hospital.. Head iNjury

I often do things, that get me into situations that I didn't consider before I started. I was just thinking earlier today, that one of the reasons I took a long break from blogging before, was the fact that people starting reading what I wrote. Which might sounds a bit nuts, considering I post what I write on the web, but it's how I feel sometimes. I guess, just like in real life, I don't like too many people getting to know me, and I am more honest here than in my day to day life.

Very personal. I doubt this will make much sense to anyone but me. This is for me, so I guess that doesn't really matter then does it?

I don't know why I always think that if I try hard enough, I will never have times like these. Like if I could just pay attention, I will some day learn what the exact moment is that triggers this. I used to feel bad about how I acted when I get like this. Anymore, I think this is just who I am, and I honestly mean what I say when I feel this way. Just because most people are too "polite" to tell the truth, doesn't mean it doesn't sometimes need to be said. I don't really care if that makes me the asshole.

I have been having such terrible days. I just don't care. I know that I am being abrasive. I know I am being impatient, irritable, and mean. I have very little patience for incompetence, even on the best of days. Times like this, I have none.

To B: If you don't want to do it, and do it right, shut up and let someone else do it. Don't half ass something, and then get pissed when someone else goes back and redoes your work. Don't get mad because I work circles around you. Stop pouting when things don't go exactly like you think that they should. If you weren't such a bitch, and didn't spend so much time worrying about everyone else's business, you might have more time to do a better job. Have you every thought that the reason you think nobody likes you, is because they don't. Have you ever thought that maybe since you have a problem with everyone, then maybe the real problem is you? Worry about your own business, stop talking about everyone behind their back, and quit kissing ass to someone's face and putting a knife in their back. If you could do all of that, maybe you might not be so miserable and might actually grow a life of you own.

I used to get so upset after a had a day like today. I would worry that someone didn't like what I said. If someone got mad at me, I would blame myself, because I am the one that's nuts, I must be wrong. It just hit me, that just because I have some problems, doesn't always make me wrong. It might make me at bit more blunt with my delivery that I should be, but you really shouldn't push buttons, unless you want to see what they do. Sure, I might have always backed down in the past, but maybe I've had enough. I used to feel like I needed friends so bad, that I would settle for anyone that would talk to me. Maybe I realized that I would rather be friendless than to let you push me around, in your subtle way.

I don't care. I am so exhausted from lack of sleep. I am so angry at ....everything. I am so sensitive.

I don't have time for chit chat. You don't really care how I am, so why bother asking? It's just these stupid games that we play with each other, where we can feel better about ourselves. How are you? Fine. And you? Pretty good. If I told you how I was really feeling, you would probably avoid me as much as possible in the future. My own family doesn't want to know when I feel like this. Why? Because if they don't know, they don't have to worry about it. They don't have to pretend to relate, when they really have no idea. Or even worse, try to convince me that if I wanted to, I could just snap out of it. Trust me, nobody feels like this, if they have a choice.

A nice middle ground would be nice. How is middle ground again? It's been so long since I've seen it, I forgot. I remember it's nice and I like it there. I hope that it hasn't forgotten about me. If effort alone could do it, I would already be there. I've just got to hold on. This too shall pass. It always does. And then again, it always comes back...


All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on
Feeling like I'm heading for a
breakdown
And I don't know why

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be


From: "Unwell" by Matchbox Twenty

WTF IS A HOLIDAY FOR IF U STILL GOTTA GO TO SCHOOL!

***Notice of Account Closure***

Account Name: Tridagerx
Offense: Unapproved Third Party Software

A third party program is any file or program that is not a part of the World of Warcraft software, but is used to gain an advantage in the game, such as increasing your movement speed or teleporting from one place to another beyond what is allowed by game design. It also includes any programs that obtain information from the game that is not normally available to the regular player or that transmit or modify any of the game files. Normally, this classification does not include UI modifications, except those UIs that require an external application to function.

Any external applications that are used in conjunction with World of Warcraft can cause quite a few unwanted side effects. Some of the major possible results of the use of third party programs can be instability of the game to the point that a player "crashes" from the game quite often. External programs can also be used to transmit viruses, spyware, and other unwanted programs into a player's computer. Third party programs can also be used to obtain information from the player's computer, such as account, password, and personal information.

If a player is found to have used such a program, he/she may:

* Be temporarily suspended from the game
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Access to the World of Warcraft account Tridagerx, and any World of Warcraft account associated with the payment information you have provided, has been permanently disabled. The account has been identified as having used unauthorized game modifications and thus is in violation of the World of Warcraft Terms of Use. The recurring subscription on the account has been disabled to prevent further charges.

Please review the World of Warcraft Terms of Use at http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/legal/termsofuse.html, which you accepted when you installed World of Warcraft and established the account(s). Section 2, Paragraph C details the limitations of game play modifications and use of any third-party or “packet sniffing” software. In addition, Section 3, Paragraph C, parts iii and iv restrict the use of any hack, scripting or macroing software which obtains information from World of Warcraft to gain a competitive advantage over other players.

Furthermore, any activities not intended by game design which affect the economy, the client, player characters or the world itself have a tremendous negative impact on the potential enjoyment for all players. The effects of these activities take many forms including a bloated game economy, server instability, and allowing unauthorized access to accounts, computers, and player data.

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Bye Bye my level 70 BT Equipped Warrior.
I'm uber Emo now.. T_T ...
it's forever gone from the EU armory...

I was like on my hunter. and checkurcheek whispered me sum bt gears. and i told him 1 of the bows dropped when we downed illidan. and he asked for my warrior's name i gave it to him.. he went on armory, checked and found out it wasn'tt here so he came back and called me a lier. i told him i'd get the link personally. and i couldn't find my warrior. so i was like wtf? i tried logging onto account manager.. and my acc was banned.. i was like ofmg wat did i do now i havent loged onto my warrior in like months. and... i saw my emaill and this shit was here.. cos my warrrior is on a notehr email im like omfg mudafuckers...fark blizz.. T_T...

rAY. btw i scked at my xams results.. dont ask.. ill tell when im feeling better....

The Journey from 1 - 70.
Would make a great composition especially for my exams.
lets pray i can somehow fit the topic into the exam question :(

I am writing this letter to you, to a shrouded unknowingness, a deep scar left upon my soul--that, which seems to have been an obscurity and the only reason for traveling through this maze of green walls. Before I ever realized it, I had become so engrossed and drawn to this enigma of the darkness. I am now arriving at the inner station. This has been a captivating and intriguing experience thus far, and to realize it is not yet over, utterly exhausts me. I have only eight miles to meet you, the gaping hole in my soul. The quietness of the green wall and motionlessness of the river is eerie, almost unsettling--the movement in the bushes became numb with an unnatural sleep. I am now sleeping this unnatural sleep as well; the air in my chest shortens and deepens, as if it were a foreboding omen lying ahead in the foggy darkness. Nearly two months I have been on this voyage, waiting, to meet you, a vague obscurity in my reality--I have seen more than I would like to see. This has turned into an atmosphere of death, death has followed life, it now awaits it, it peers at us, simply waiting, patiently. Like a snake waiting to strike, devour its prey, it waits for us. And like its prey, I have questioning life and death. Death; illness; both are misinterpreted approaches to death. You must wonder what I am speaking of; as do I, I will notify you the moment that I find the answer in this sea of doubt. I do not intend to mail this letter off because it is mostly for me. So, with this being said, I would like to describe my version of “Kurtz,” the Kurtz that I believe is the plug to this hole.

I am in the Jungles of Africa searching for you. I have traveled hundreds of miles to see you; I have survived attacks to see you; I have seen death, torture and slavery to see you; I have seen what, I hope, no other man should be allowed to see, simply to see You. You, you is a he whom I believe I may never see. You, to me, are a revelation, and in reality, revelations are not seen or heard with the senses-instead they are only perceived. That is what You are to me. A truth, a feature of this world-a gateway to another dimension that contains only darkness. The truth may be too hard for the human heart to endure. He is of enigmatical character, or so says the Russian man, the one with blue eyes. This Russian man is confused, I believe, which I may only believe to be my own foreshadowing of what is to come. This foreshadowing is an image of my boat, pushing along these green walls, along this muddy river, though this Fog, though Death, and trying to make sense of it all, but not being able to. Similar to predicting the future, the outcome can only be guessed, inaccurately. However, stating that all my experiences make no sense--now, I do understand that. Shall I bow to my knees when I meet the fateful hand of his?

So, I hear that you are ill; you have my sympathies; however, the bulk of my sympathies go to my helmsman, who, by the way, is dead by your attack. I had his rose-red blood spilling on my shoes--the spear that messed my shoes came from your people. Getting to You was not worth losing a man whom I have given recognition to, but it’s a bit too late. This angers me. Your timing could not have been worse. The helmsman was my partner; when I looked into his cold, expired eyes, we had a moment where time stood still and we became friends. Then I had to take my shoes off and through him overboard because of the cannibals I’m traveling with.

To you, Kurtz, I am ready to feel sorry for myself and address the sympathy that is within me. I am weak, yes. I have weaker morals than you, yes. However, does that make me any less of a person? So, is my destiny to travel down this deathful river into the heart of the Truth that you somehow may represent; and if so I hope that perhaps when I do come to your side, and, bow if need be, I will shake your hand and you will give me answers. Answers for my quest. You may tell me what you know about life, and love, and the existence of humanity-- the role evil and lightless matter have in the universe-- and how this oily mess spills from the hearts of men, and why. Why have I followed the path of liquid bordered by hollows of darkness and fog? And why I have passed dead corpses strewed along the forest floor like flowers in a meadow, death pouring like vapor from their gaping mouths, to get to you? Why have I embarked on this endeavor, simply to meet You? Crickets and fish and owls singing, and sprouting with life, hammered down by the presence of some ominous deathly aura that I feel may emanate from your being all throughout the Congo stretch. Why have I ventured so, and what is the purpose of this letter, but to try to let my mind grasp its existence? Oh, all these questions and the curiosity to find out! And so, you ask me... have I straightened my thoughts a bit--to perhaps make this voyage a bit more bearable without my questions haunting me so? And my answer for you, sir, is no. I suppose I will have to wait.