22 October, 2005

The Jester God.

Indeed God has a sharp wit. He made a baby named Kuan Sian. But forgot to give him brains. Sadly the brainless retard won't read this post as well but I already have a few nasty ideas on how to make him do so..anyway, so God made a baby without brains, and an even funnier thing is that God gave him a choice to study anywhere in the world but he had to choose UQ. Unfortunately, we were introduced and because my girlfriend was his friend, brainless baby and i became friends. Here's my two cents worth on the brainless baby...


1) we do NOT owe you ANYTHING. You play people out like they're meaningless entities so do not expect any sympathy or apology from us when we gladly choose to ignore a worthless troglodyte like you.

2) you're the most petulant person I know because you didn't turn up for David's ( whom YOU consider a FRIEND) birthday party because we didn't give you a birthday present which you did not deserve anyway.

3) YOU fucked up your own birthday plans and still don't realise it.


4) You fucked up your friendship with people from this semester and the first semester here.

5) You're ONE UGLY MOTHERFUCKING CHEE HONG KIA WITH A GIRLFRIEND.

6) You're a MOTHERFUCKER.

7) You're not ALL THAT. You're as "ALL THAT" as shit is useful to a a deaf person.

8) You're an AH BENG wanna be with an AH LIAN girlfriend who controls you like a dog.

9) You're a dog.

10) You're the only BRAINLESS DICKHEAD in the entire world who thinks NCC is tougher than NS.

11) You do not call people when you cancel meetings or outings. people are always calling and finding out from you last minute that you cancel.

12) YOU OWE FELICIA AN APOLOGY FOR SHOUTING AT HER OVER THE PHONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY.

13) There is a prediction that you're gonna have majorly fucked up kids who look like you when you do become a dad. Orcs should not have children.

19 October, 2005

Dug up some old stuff -

Entitled: Poetry DUH!

Wondering thoughts
That are written by obedient fingers
That refuse to be spoken
But on the tip of my tongue
Linger

A wondering voice
That is unspoken
Replaced by a myriad of words
The silence is
Broken

Eyes closed inwardly
A simple reflection of a verse
Something spontaneous
Nothing rehearsed
Poetry

07 October, 2005

Perhaps this will make him say something useful.

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