<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:17:24.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punksnotdead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113868253250469256</id><published>2006-01-30T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T20:42:12.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks pott. for a wonderful ystd. of climatic highs on the gambling table. oh did we mention. we went to zara ystd and guess who we saw. UTT. UTT. fark. that guy's damn handsome. but sadly, he was surrounded by a harem of strange-looking guys. HAHA. thats a more polite form of saying yu noe what, lest i get sued for any defamatory statements made here. but still. OMFG. what a handsome guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. lunch at pho chine was pretty good. yu guys ought to try the tomyam there. and though potato claims the beef's pretty nice. but it looks like those kinda canned curry beef. LOL. well the juice prices were a bit astronomical though. 5 bucks for mango lasse at muthu's curry is well worth. but 5 bucks for the same at phochine isnt the same. cos the juice tastes like diluted shit. mc's mango lasse, is purely squeezed juice from head to toe. so after walking. and walking on. contemplated getting this crumpler for nic. but she claims that crumplers are too guyish. oh well so later when i meet her we'll get something from topshop. eyeing that golden flashy bag arent yu yu bimbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we headed back to pott's place at bout 6 plus? den thats where all the fun started. as usual the aunties and uncles gathered to gamble. and the minimum bet was 2 max 5. based on pure luck, we managed to amass a tidy pile of 36 plus. but fortunes changed when they forced the banker on us. started losing like farking cows. getting milk squeezed out. and tru out i was resisting the temptation to "u noe what" since its all frens. lol. so we lost. and not long after we were relegated to being players again.banker was this lucky guy. who won like 60 plus? but then again. if we study the monetarist formula, mv=py.but instead of the original formula's V being constant, the rate at which gambling money changes hands is really fast. so lets take M as the number of notes on the gambling table. V is the rate at which it changes hands. and PY is the winnings. and we hve the gambler's school of money. yu see, the more money yu take out, the more money yu either win or lose. (:&lt;br /&gt;we took a break after running a deficit of 6 bucks. and it was 9. that was when the lucky hour commenced. somehow we decided to keh kiang. and be the sad banker who always loses money. but things were much better. cos they decided to bet bigger, and happens that we started winning like madness. getting 21 when yu are the banker, rreally rakes in a pile. so we had 16 bucks in 1 round. average around 6 bucks we won per round. but as usual there were the wins and losses. so end of the day we slyly crept away from the den after winning much of their money. based on the neat excuse of me having to rush off to meet my darling nicole . LOL so the money was split and it was abt 30 each. sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113868253250469256?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113868253250469256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113868253250469256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-pott.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113859358584084579</id><published>2006-01-29T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:59:45.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>judging by the frequency of posts, 1 wld gather that perhaps prinya has way too much time. which is quite true. but im gonna shrug off the loserr-fied status in a while more when i head to potato's place. anyways, i hope the asinine classmates have bothered to finish reading market structure. cos if they do realise, fierce-man neo isnt the same as fierce-hag teo. although in name, they differ by the first alphabet. but that is one hell of a big difference alrdy. at least we're benefitting from the change of teachers. positive "value-added." dig that mrs teo.when i get my ass into smu, i'll return to scoff at yu. okay i guess its tyme to run along and pick up the lil pretty pretty i got for nic. and as usual i hope she doesnt give me her dysfunctional "sweet lovin". which explains all the bite marks on my arm. HAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113859358584084579?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113859358584084579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113859358584084579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/judging-by-frequency-of-posts-1-wld.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113854683056300668</id><published>2006-01-29T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T07:00:30.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a bad chinese new year. when yu wake up and count everything. (when i say everything, i mean dad,mom and sis's ap) well at least its still kinda comforting that despite 3 only. the money has hit the 300$ milestone. oh and not forgetting another coming my way from the brother-in-law. and i've spent the lunar days being a lunatic. imagine watching 6 dvds a day. and i accord that to dad's incanny ability to smuggle bout 200 dvds back from china. and mind yu, i &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; they are authentic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've sworn off procrastination. haha i finished studying econs. and almost done with physics. how bout maths. nw thats a enigma best left unanswered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113854683056300668?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113854683056300668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113854683056300668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-bad-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113835608566963535</id><published>2006-01-27T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T02:01:25.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cny celebrations today. so we came to sch just for 1 HOUR. 1 hour of performances. and we watched as the young cute cuddly performers upstaged ALL the host performers. thumbs up aye. the thing about kids is that. they are devoid of that bane to all stage-performers  --- stage fright.  so the lil kids impressed us with their highly kiddified dance steps and rhythms.CUTE. i guess sr's performing arts have got to work harder. but good job anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today me and nic went bonkers. somehow something just fired off. but for the glory of love, we put it aside faster than yu can say "jack black". and headed to parkway. bumped into couple familiar faces and remincsed bout the past days. before i sent her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then i decided to slip by new york haha. since miraculously everything's working so much better. and i have been skipping my appointments. so the very kind queenie put aside all her other customers since i was sucha rare guest. HAH. anyway i proved her wrong. i've been eating oily shit these days. but everythings still going positively. after 2 hours of cleaning, squeezing, masking and bitching. i emerged from nysc a BETTER MAN.apparently she has this bf for 9 YEARS. and still going fine. wow. im pretty impressed. and i tell yu. the guy's gotta have alot of confidence in his chic man. cos shes just too WOOT. well i really hope to emulate her feat and carve the 9 year milestone with nic.  haha. i figure im gonna be a regular even after my course ends. cos yu see. facials can really nourish the mind and .. face of course. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113835608566963535?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113835608566963535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113835608566963535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-celebrations-today.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113819779711912612</id><published>2006-01-25T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:03:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gonna get killed for this. but nvm. try picturing soya sauce with vodka and tt sure kicks ass. and the tired boy woke at 715. amazingly, i ignored the growlings and got dressed quickly. headed to the docs for a 1way secure pass to sch. and yes. i got my mc. so i met nic in sch. AH HAH yu finally put on that so very yucky p.e yu swore wld never taste the saltiness of your flesh. and yu wore it. haha. and sweated an hour in it. AH. oh wells. attended some lectures. and not. yu cant blame me when my ass feels parched and the need to shit keeps setting in right. yu see i was considering the welfare of other students which wld be maximised if i were to get out or the negative externality of a STINKiing LT wld arise. arrgh nic's calling blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113819779711912612?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113819779711912612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113819779711912612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-gonna-get-killed-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113781140861263834</id><published>2006-01-20T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:43:28.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i got the biggest bust in my whole life. nt in the context of a boob. eh since when was prinya ever lucky to get big breasts heh. ah but i shant dwell about it here. and it shall add another skeleton to my imaginary closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can make some mums go gaga over me. but thats when i put on the isa mentality in my head. so for that period of conversation with any moms, my intelligence and maturity rises several notches above my actual level. like some BOOST. but sadly this side failed to charm the pants off nic's parents. not the literal sense once again. and i just figured. being eloquent isnt good enough. the keyword is WHEN. when to be eloquent. when to simply shut the fark up. i shlda just nodded my head and look like some god-forsaken puppy when they discovered and scolded the living day lights outta me. i can easily make pple cry. not that im proud of it. but at least its better than pple making me tear. so i just shut everyone out and up with words that seem logical and reasonable. look. its SEEM. when in fact im just talking cock. well thanks mom-in-law. whther yu like it or not. and whther yu are dragging me to the mata. or whther yu think im not good enough for yer precious, no ones gives a fark. yu gave me insights. yes i'll take note and improve and learn to shut the fark up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess to take this relationship beyond the ting stage. we seriously have to consider the option of imigrating.  right nic? but tts if yu wanna hold on. haha and i pray yu will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey lord jesus, i havnt blasphemised for quite some time already. bless us aight. PRAYS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113781140861263834?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113781140861263834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113781140861263834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-got-biggest-bust-in-my-whole_20.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113781140712943036</id><published>2006-01-20T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T18:43:27.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i got the biggest bust in my whole life. nt in the context of a boob. eh since when was prinya ever lucky to get big breasts heh. ah but i shant dwell about it here. and it shall add another skeleton to my imaginary closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can make some mums go gaga over me. but thats when i put on the isa mentality in my head. so for that period of conversation with any moms, my intelligence and maturity rises several notches above my actual level. like some BOOST. but sadly this side failed to charm the pants off nic's parents. not the literal sense once again. and i just figured. being eloquent isnt good enough. the keyword is WHEN. when to be eloquent. when to simply shut the fark up. i shlda just nodded my head and look like some god-forsaken puppy when they discovered and scolded the living day lights outta me. i can easily make pple cry. not that im proud of it. but at least its better than pple making me tear. so i just shut everyone out and up with words that seem logical and reasonable. look. its SEEM. when in fact im just talking cock. well thanks mom-in-law. whther yu like it or not. and whther yu are dragging me to the mata. or whther yu think im not good enough for yer precious, no ones gives a fark. yu gave me insights. yes i'll take note and improve and learn to shut the fark up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess to take this relationship beyond ting stage. we seriously have to consider the option of imigrating.  right nic? but tts if yu wanna hold on. haha and i pray yu will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey lord jesus, i havnt blasphemised for quite some time already. bless us aight. PRAYS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113781140712943036?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113781140712943036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113781140712943036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-got-biggest-bust-in-my-whole_20.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113728702382448488</id><published>2006-01-14T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:03:43.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having bahkwa in early today. made me realise how lucky im. HAH. oh well nvm insider jokes. maybe only mark and mugen will geddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. few hours time. i'm goin potato's niece's celebration. eh i hope there's the nice succulent chicken wings there. the last time i ate it, i was left crying for more. just that my shy exterior forbade me taking on more than 3 of those winged nasties. then after tt i'll prolly drop by that farking teochew hawker. yu disturb my gf? i disturb your mother. then i'll meet nic and the usual things go. there she goes, there she goes again. i suspect shes not picking my fone at this point of time, becos she strongly believes i'll only serve to impede her sleep. HAH. come on. wakey wakey. wake up wake up. cant wait for mos later. EH no yu irrecalcitrant clubbers. im not refering to ministry of sound. as a matteroffact, im refering to my MAKE-OUT-SESSION.&lt;br /&gt;ehs. my bahkwas calling me. fill yu in laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113728702382448488?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113728702382448488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113728702382448488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/having-bahkwa-in-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113715068824155834</id><published>2006-01-13T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:11:28.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heirloom's a pretty good show. and yu bet its not the typical omg *ghost flashes past at the speed of light coupled with ridiculous sound effects kinda b-grade horror movie. actually i think nic's og is kinda cool la. the usual hierarchy in modernday society. the cools + the geeks + the neighbourhoods. haha and to what i heard theres alrdy a divided faction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess thse drenched ducks are prolly back from their trip stinking of ammonia. and i pray mooney's face doesnt get worse. my heart goes out to yu. i noe how it sucks to have outbreaks. much more for permanent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms lets see. my weekend agenda. finish reading econs on sat, so that come monday neo doesnt have a chance of sweeping me off my feet. mug mug mug. oh wells past weeks been spending too much tyme out. andd on sun prolly goin potato's place to celebrate her niece's first month haha. its quite surprising. but feels gd to be invited though. HEH. den after tt can drop by MY DARLING's place for a rendezvous under the watchful eye of her pet shithzu SUSHI. stupid dog. one of this days im gonna smuggle wolfie over ( when hes horny) and let him screw yu upside down HAHA. oh and i saw cedric and gang today again. oh wells. hes still pissed. haha so am i. and just when i was thinking. let all aquaintence be forgot. well cant be helped. at least adrian still managed a WAVE. silly ones. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sillily. i think council kinda influenced me. im gonna name my daughter/son, caritas. haha. eh. imagine CARITAS LOVAJANA. sounds chio man. and the offspring better be chio too. lets see. im gonna make him/her pick up violin. den perform for daddymommy at night. like stand outside the door and play HAHAHA! and impose tennis/golf upon him, so i can watch and laugh gleefully as he/her fills my coffers. ah. everythings too soon. so lets just wait in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caritas,&lt;br /&gt;nicole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113715068824155834?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113715068824155834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113715068824155834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/heirlooms-pretty-good-show.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113705251516466379</id><published>2006-01-11T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:55:15.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. what an exhausting day. finally nic came sch real early. say 6.45 haha so we just sat at the gallery looking at the streaming of students into the sch. and at the old dudes practising SOME taichee. s2's pretty fun. in fact it feels more like a class man. haha despite not even knowing more than 90 percent of them. the class is so much more livelier. and cut-to-the-chase, no ones wearing braces there. HAH. so i saw nic during break and chilled out at SOME dark corners ahha. no references to yu justin! econs was a simple affair. was overhyped la. but yu cant blame me and mugen, when we saw tt mrs sim was the teacher. obviously piss in the balls la. but turns out shes not that unreasonable, friendly in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think classmates/classes shld be quid pro quo. sheesh well im gonna enjoy tml. the last day of deliverance from that horrificly assinine class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113705251516466379?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113705251516466379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113705251516466379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113697914602215570</id><published>2006-01-11T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T03:32:26.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayy. leap camp is tml. happier days ahead. on a pissed-off tone. i started the day, getting words forced, look it isnt put, but forced. into my mouth. since when have i ever told anyone i've seen andrew neo. infact i've told mugen countless times i dun even noe how he looks like. splendid HUH. if the braces has spaces for brains, she ought to remember i said, IM currently busy with council/orientation activites, i'll look him up after when i m free. haha god bless. and so the lil cunt* bitched bout me. to the ONE. if yu watch matrix. aRRGH. now fark off and mind your own braces will you. btw my dear classmates, errmmm pls remember to bring a knife along. YU MIGHT FIND it HANDY for BACKSTABBING HEH HEH. im glad to be out of the backstabbing range for 2 days. HAHA but feel free to bitch bout the incomplete oreo.  cos it will elevate us to heaven while yu motherfarkers go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the saving grace of this dastard day has to be the afternoon rendezvous with nicole. strolled arnd for lunch and went kovan amidst all the spying eyes. beef noodles and oyster vermicilli rawks. coupled with teh bing. really i relieved the days of old marine parade. hand in hand, getting stared at. so suddenly, i miss tom cedric zongzhang and errol. old days huh. where tragically typical bitches who-think-they-can-mess-up-the-balance never existed in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i understand the explicit meanings of dark corners. well well. i'm brewing something REALLY sinister. and the hoped-for outcome wld be the dug out hearts of those cockheads. served on a silver platter. arranged according to register numbers. :) and bcos im prinya i dun need any garnishings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a very distracting thought just came to mind. MOM was telling me, eh boy why dun yu go fix SOME braces on. it appears that it wld be good for yr fortune this year. haha YEA YEA mom maybe it will by allowing me instant membership into the BBBCC (bitches, backstabbers and blow-cockers club) BUT then again. No thanks no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yu noe mugen, im sure yu share my views but it is horrendously painful to be subjected to a cacophony of pig-like bitchings and moanings. much more when yu count the 365 days involved. AH HAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113697914602215570?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113697914602215570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113697914602215570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/yayy.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113687813822565402</id><published>2006-01-09T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:13:52.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>was a pretty great day spent ystd. i wish i cld replay it over and over again. haha.I LIKE NICOLE SU'S BUBBLE BATH. WONDERFUL.love yu muchos. and pls tell that horfun fortuneteller whom yr mom pays like 10000 to fly over and do fengshui, to fark off. feng shui is such rubbish. if anything were to happen, it will. god's will. not whther i got put the vase in the proper place or whther i got shave my cock hair. as usual la. it was freaking scary. her mom has this perverse habit of screaming at the maid. dispelling my all along notion that "all maids have uni degrees just that they needa headstart to life." and so i stuck my petite ass firmly out of her view lest she discovers and proceeds to depenisfy me. which i suspect she has alrdy done to her maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schwork's piling. i needa do some filing. oh and while prancing arnd in town, me nic bought matching pencil cases at projectbloodbros. a tad too gay but price was cheap if yu noe what i originally had in mind. 46 for 2 gay-blue looking pencil cases. splendid. and we rested our tired legs at this cosy place. in the middle of nowhere. err. just opposite mos burger. in comparison, mos was packed to the max while this rest. was almost souless. so upon nic's recommendation we went in. food was great, and cappucinos superb. i guess the reasons why it seemed so empty was cos it looked kinda posh and that turns most students like myself away. HAHA. but yupay peanuts yu get bangladeshis, yu play abalonee yu get eurasianees AHA. bloody asses who went round molesting chicks. assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the proverbial saying of "sch's not a place to study, but to meet and makeout with your gf" wont come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways for fear of unfrseen circumstances which is rarely for prinya's case cos we shld remember his balls are not yr average ping pong sized. lets call this androgenous( but sadly not goodlooking) entity, MALFOY. no puns intended. but seriously. im getting kinda sickened. if yu say yu noe who yr real frens are. i tell yu. YU dun. BECOS yu dun even farking have a real fren. yu backstabbing cunthead. i wish yu werent a cheebye. so i cld start paying fist-service instead of lipservice to yu. sickened cuntster. im sure the lord will agree. yes i noe they always say, let he who has no sin cast the first stone. but well im sinless in the aspect of steealing.I never farking stole b4. so im free to cast not only stones, even boulders at yr faggoty-doodahdae cunthead. so do as yu pls, but spare mel your idiosyncrasies. yu emo-kid wanna be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113687813822565402?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113687813822565402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113687813822565402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/sheesh.html' title='sheesh'/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113670564530625184</id><published>2006-01-07T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:34:07.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She'll take him to the brink of insanity&lt;br /&gt;Craze him that much&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;So he falls in love to feel that he's falling&lt;br /&gt;She'll let him know his heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;That's prinya in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113670564530625184?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113670564530625184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113670564530625184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/shell-take-him-to-brink-of-insanity.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113659755849232362</id><published>2006-01-06T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:32:38.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was an eventful day. ystday. started off having normal lessons then reported for orientation at 10.30. barely missed the neo's lesson. thank god i havnt even touched econs yet la. did nothing much till silas came along. and he took me to do some camp fire stuff. HOLY christ. we were stealings bricks from the garden when suddenly we found in succession, 2 snakes. baby ones. proly vipers. i got a shock but if it werent for silas my itchy hands wld prolly have gone to catch them and get myself bitten. sweet. setting up campfire was really fun. learnt tonnes of shit. its kinda amazing huh. 3 pple setting up a campfire for an entire orientation of 600 pple. thanks andrew thanks silas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes we had a showdown today. me and dinie. it was a shock defeat for me. bcos i forgot that all girls have this trump card that never fails to kill me. CRYING. linguistically i beat her flat, and it was quite a funny sight as i happy rebutted everything she said, twisted arnd with words and made her feel farking pissed. and she couldnt take it. so she cried. god i swear i lost immediately la.i still feel yr the koper. since yu get so worked up. but oh well nvm for fear of a second bout of crying. case closed. as for campfire. was quite a sight to behold. the fire was really HIGH. thanks to the gazillion whistling sparklers put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and nic left halfway. told my sis she neednt pick me up i'll be goin back myself. but on the bus enroute to sending nic home. we had this kinky idea of staying over at her house. so i did. it was freaking scary. and i had to hide behind her couch and thank god my hair is not that high or her mom wld have seen me. imagine being stuck in a house where 2 pple ( her mom and dad) are highly aggresive and ferocious and wld prolly rip me apart if they saw me thanks to the love bite i gave her long long time ago. EH thanks AH! i give yr daughter a nice symmetrically-even tatoo on her neck, cannot. she give me one, my mother never say anything besides knocking my head and scolding me "si noong kia". so unfair. but oh wells. so we spent the night togther amidst the fear of being discovered. midway i received a call from mel. apparently daniel and geraldine's wallets are with me. in my bag cos nab suggested my bag for safe keeping. HAH. wanted to go bac return but too bad. i cant get out of the house.i never stayed over at a gf's house before. and it opened my eyes to a whole new myriad of DIMENSIONS. finally we fufilled our NY resolution of waking up tgt and smelling each other's atrociously BAD breath. morning came, getting out was even trickier. her dad refused to budge his ass from the living room. so i was stuck upstairs fro like 2 hrs?! finally left when the cow dozed off and i really heaved a sigh of relief. takeaway for the day. nicole su is a wonderful gf. and most imptly she's sticking with me. PERIOD. :) HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few thanks. thanks to nic for being so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mel for convincing me to go for orientation. it was fruitful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to justin and isa for keeping my spirits up and believing in me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my fellow srjcian OGLs who had put aside difference with me, to make everything so wonderfully fine.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to anyone who has made my day brighter one way or another&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks to all the above mentioned for validating prinya lovajana's existence on this unbelievably tragic world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113659755849232362?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113659755849232362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113659755849232362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-was-eventful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113641437410189688</id><published>2006-01-04T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:39:34.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days into the orientation. all of us are worn out tired voice hoarse ass aching. so far so good. and as expected nic hates the sch. oh wells. ystd went off earlier to collect my letter from the doc. and yes. No letter from him. But a 2 week long MC. no way man i m not missing sch for 2 weeks. just take me outt of the leap camp man. at least can stay home to mug. saw a few faces arnd. haha mymy the united bunch of s22 are sucha welcoming hostile bunch :) anyways mugen wld agree, that we dun give a fark anymore. especially with the big-ass bracey lass asking me, "hey you are still alive?!". of course silly. how can i die when your still alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finding mell's theory on hairs for girls and guys kinda logical. yu see the higher yr hair for a guy, the dumber yu are inclined to be. the longer and bonded your hair is for a girl, like wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank the lord your god my hair's not that high now. does that make me smarter? we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'll like to thank some of the freshmen for being rather enthusiastic. at least participating in the games. and stuff. i noe treasure hunt sucked. but well its over! and so much thanks to rachel's og. sparta i think. for doing a "dolby surround" sound cheer on me. its pretty solid i guess, since theres still this ringing sensation in my ear few hours later. asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this og has been rather fruitful. mended some expired relationships and stuff. lets keep it that way. thanks to the unforgiving sun, my skin is so parched now it sucks. though the face is much clearer. i tell yu, the stinging feeling inside is beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and dinie approached me for a showdown. haha bad timing. all i sill-lily did was to play some mind games with her. yu see we all felt that she was the culprit behind mel's stolen money. with certain basis of course. but after ystd's showdown i m more than convinced she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time i heard of it was when i finally stepped into council. mel told me discreetly abt it since i m totally excused as i never stepped in ffor AEONS. money stolen from the council room. that leaves the councilors to be the culprits. so 1 of them. since i dun see how 60 bucks can be shared between more than 1. and mel was freaking broke. so she wanted me to help her recover the 14 buxs she paid for dinie. and msged her like madness saying yu owe mel something. so i called her. like freaking 5 times. and she purposely dint wanna pick up(cs she actually replied saying what yu want.). so i msged. come out come out whereever yu are. you owe some money. and you better pay it back. haha to my amazement. she got so freaking worked up. and asked me what was it. like really worked up. so i said eh yu owe mel money right. go pay her back now. she called mel up and indignantly workeduply said:" what money what money?!" mel said the 14 bucs lor.&lt;br /&gt;so this got me thinking. wtf wld she be so hustled. when i just said she owes mel money. and why did she not wanna pick up my fone call? and her excuse was, oh i dint noe yr number! oh bull* den wtf are yu in council?! are yu a councillor?! okay. i rmb hearing from a particular someone she has financial problems. thats okay. doesnt mean yu are broke yu will resort to stealing. so i m not pointing to her bcos of that. but coincidentally, days after the incident. once again according to someone. she put on her blog. "i bought my NEW nike cap. blah blah and spent money on starbucks" haha for someone in supposed difficulties. what a luxury huh. star bucks prolly cost yu 7-8 plus for a cup. so she suddenly struck 4d?!  oh wells nvm then since i prolly have star bucks 4-5 times a week. and i shop arnd freely. thats still not the point. so i printed out forms for councillors to sign. to swear they had nothing to do with it. so i gathered mel and we observed everyone intently. its not biasness. but we swear. i swear she swears. dinie had the troubled look on her face. and on her way to her bag to get a pen, she turned and looked at me nervously. i recognise that look anywhere man, cos i always give that when my teachers want my homework.HAH. anyway nuff said. im not gonna trouble isa and stuff abt this. and im so gonna play lawyer. attorney. judge. and if justice isnt done to mel's 60 bucs. i swear i'll have it out with the culprit. by now we all noe who la. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113641437410189688?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113641437410189688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113641437410189688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-days-into-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113614382856747767</id><published>2006-01-01T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:30:28.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year to everyone. hope yu guys enjoyed yrself. i did. but prior to getting screwed by the TAs once again. oh well. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt manage to have bbq in the end cos it rained cats dogs and monkeys. thank god we dint buy any food too. so we met at 6.30 cityhall.jalaned in suntec and had some bites there.  went to walk arnd esplanade. well it was darn crowded. like WOOO. so we hadda squeeze our way through millions of smelly sweating pple. so nic was like omg i dun wanna walk anymore. and we cldnt even find a place to rest our legs and have something nice to the extent we even went into harry's bar. sighs no chocolate fondue cos it was too crowded too. i was indignant when i saw those bloody useless imbeciles chit chatting and hogging the saces there. and they ordered pathetic stuff like just a drink?! den nic dint wanna wait. so we carried on walking arnd . bumped in wanying isa and her fren. amazingly we managed to snag a cab and headed to wisma at bout 9 plus. wanted to go indochine but turned away when the bouncer told us it was bhangra night. bollywood. LOL. so as usual walked down aimlessly. and den we mrted down to payalebar. to have a taste of the closest thing we cld emulate of a BBQ. dunman food centre. had really alot of food. lets see. rojak. oyster omelette. carrot cake. satay. the very nice malay uncle came over and told me satay wld be on the house if i went to pop his balloons at 12. which i did a very loud one. haha and prolly 30 more satays from him was all i cld gorge down. so 12 struck i made a few calls to frens. hey rather personal okay. at least i bothered to call and wish. haha. den it was 1am. nic's dad came to pick her up. and i called tom up, errol too we arranged to meet up in town again. and guess what?! raak was at indochine. wtf?! i shlda expected. bhangra night :). and so we met up  and he gave me a cock excuse of losing his hp tts why he lost my number yea yea yea yea! anyways glad to see yu are fine. meet up soon! orchard was farking scary. all the pple were armed with foam sprays. bhangra and chinese alike. when i stepped in all was fine till i saw mark. charles and kx. MARK the farker sprayed some on me. and it sucked cos the stuff stinks. h well nvms so we walked down to cine the area and joined tom and jeff. crazy buggers. they whacked the bhangras liek crazy. LOL. dint wanna miss out on the fun so when errol came we bought some and weent on a spraying frenzy. haha funny art was when me tom were engaging xinghua in a massive tagteam foam battle. the mata came and scolded us LOL. said it was late already and pple were cleaning up. oh yea oh yea. taking note of their tasers and colts we hastily chucked the cans aside but bearing in mind we had 2 spare ones in my bag. haha. so sam called and we met her at shaw. as usual. foam spraying gang banging. and tom took home the honours with a dual beretta shot to her head enclosing her and her gf in total foam. lie they came out of a bubble bath. HEH. oh and there was this irritating bhangra who tried to pick a fight with us. courtesy of tom. that bloody dick took him on and at the end of it aimed the bottle at the bhangra's head. BLOODY HELL. we were shocked madness. but regained composure as the bhangra did a typical ah beng on us. he took out his hp and started talking bhangrish and looking intimidating. HAHA. that was the funny part. we turned, just stood there waiting for his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shadow warriors &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to descend upon us and give us some post midnight action. but tt never came, cos that useless fella ran away after 10 minutes. disappearing into the darkness. bloody hell. so errol brought us to his fren's pub at tanglin mall. and courtesy of his fren, 9 shots were on the house. but all vodkas and gins. was really hilarious as we saw tom and jeff shouting at the phillipine duds to fark off cos they were being an eye-sore. so chatted with didi, errol's fren and we left shortly. shared cab back. i stayed over jeff's place. and screw. it was really funny. yu shlda seen them screw arnd random strangers' frensters. LOL. cabbed home after 2hrs of insane waiting for nic. and so we dint meet today. oh well nvm. thats it, this concludes the last day of 2005 for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for 2006, im gonna set a few resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;firstly i wanna mend a few broken frenships inadvertly caused by my blatant ignorance. PLS pinch yr noses if yu find it too choking.&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, i wanna countdown with nic at a similarly quiet place next years last day eve.&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, regain that enthusiasm in council which i have sadly lost throughout.&lt;br /&gt;4thly, NEVER ever pangseh pple again. cedric i sure swear i m farking sorry bout it.&lt;br /&gt;5thly, save $30 every week. so 50*30 will net me 1500 which is more than enough for a year end party bash for close frens.&lt;br /&gt;6thly, keep ME and my frens out of trouble, i.e NO more bhangra business.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, FIND and MAINTAIN the mugging spirit that has been so very farking elusive to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113614382856747767?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113614382856747767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113614382856747767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113587388536100974</id><published>2005-12-29T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:31:25.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new years coming. and ystd, troubles seemed so far away before errol took me to pierce the right. now whats right seems terribly wrong, at least when sch commences. how can i get the dud out withut risking infection? and guess what. we bumped into sam lee at bk with a guy. and nono thats not her bf. funny thing was, i took her to be cherylpang. cos i was out withoutcontacts. so i was kinda kanchiong la. and moments later vj joyce called me to ask if i was at bk cos sam lee saw me there. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells tml its council day. finally stepping into council activities after sucha long absence. hah. hope the TAs dun screw me tt badly. PLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sat i'll be having a 2pple BBQ. i noe. wtf right but it sure sounds like fun. i know it costs roughly 150 to provide food for 23 pple. so haha how much will it cost for 2? thats tricky now. if we buy too much, left overs bcome fish food. too little we starve tru out new year. now tt sucks. so how so how? i've got till tml to figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113587388536100974?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113587388536100974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113587388536100974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113569571954588638</id><published>2005-12-27T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T07:01:59.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow somethings getting on my nerves again and i have yet to identify it. im seriously bordering along the lines of insanity. and mj did it again. basket. bliss is when yu manage to fix up math tuition with a grp of pple. excitement is when yr gf's popping by tml to chec on yr sch work and dread, when mom's gonna come back soon. real soon. oh and shes going to hk's disney. wth. how old are yu man. nvm. the &lt;em&gt;young ones&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and today's sis's bday. its kinda sad that her husband cant celebrate it with her. blame it that hes a pilot. and so she went back to her roots today. no luck. all i cld manage was a weak "happy bday" when i opened the door. den went back to sleep. my lucky bro went out with her to eat. and yayy they were kind enough to buy food back. telly u. im sick of all those damnt cup noodles. tml, im gonna start eating REAL food. fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAY SIS! i suck as a lil bro, but yu noe i do care, though yu landed me in shit one too&lt;br /&gt;tymes yu domineering asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113569571954588638?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113569571954588638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113569571954588638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/somehow-somethings-getting-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113560852933248516</id><published>2005-12-26T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T06:48:49.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today as usual. sucks. all mondays do. it isnt funny when yu see your entire week's allowance get washed up in a day. further more when the person yu splashed it on, is gonna "switch allegiance"pretty soon. oh wells, had facial today with queenie. the other bitch who worked on my face the last session sucked. queenie showed me why as i left nysc with a really cooled down face. 3 cheers for her. the only saving grace of this very farked up day.&lt;br /&gt;i guess appreciation is a non-existent word in yr vocab. im going into a retreat for a while. needa chill out all the frustration and anger. aint good to carry it past the new year. meanwhile. yu can go have all the fun yu want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113560852933248516?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113560852933248516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113560852933248516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113550522722013487</id><published>2005-12-25T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T02:07:07.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the DINNER was awesome. started off with appetisers of crackers and the specially homemade sauce. den we had a glass or two to cheer arnd. den started on salad. salad was pretty good, the veggies plus icy cold raw salmon and prawns. den we had ham with apple sauce. GODLY. but the best was really the lamb. really tender, really succulent. then the turkey came along. i tell yu, the matching sauces were really excellent. den we had tiramisu and desert. den exhange of presents commenced. really hilarious but i shall not go into it. so everyone went off and me errol and sihan transformed into the super mischievious bstds who went to wreck havoc arnd siglap. changed into berms and singlets ( which we really regretted later), 2-3 am we walked arnd. but we realised we look like foreign banglah workers. but too far from his place to change back. so we walked on. armed with a tub of ice cream and cold turkey and 2 bottles of soft drinks. we proceeded to grace's place. as in outside, but errol was so ball-less he dint dare to go near. and bored us decided to throw turkeys into houses and disturb dogs or something. LOL. we dstrubed a few dogs and finally sat down at 3rd street huse no.25 to enjoy our tub of melted ice cream. made a big mess and fled the scene. passed by georgia's and errol wanted to get a drink. but then me and sihan were like ewww no we dun feel like guzzling beers now esp since we look like foreign workers muddy with chocolate ice cream all over. so walked bac t his place. bloody sihan la. 5 mins after reaching and resting the bugger wanted to go home already. so this time, we. (errol and prinya) clad in boxers and a tee, walked him out. Stupid me decided to carry a fake mock-rifle that looks like a shot gun. walked half way the MATA came. now, in case yu guys wanna emulate us, pls dun stupidly carry a dummy fire-arm walking arnd in the middle of the night. yu might look cool, like us. but den again yu might not and so watch out for cops. and i quickly ditched my rifle under this SUV and walked on as the policeman stared at my boxers. gay sia this civil servant. quite scary and not much longer we got that bugger home. and ourselves too. bathed. slacked arnd. lights off. bottle of absolut left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole, i hope yu like that guess wallet. haha i'll use your flashy golden bimbotic topshop one until my mom gets me my dunhill one aight. LOL i used it on the wayy back just now and  tell yu tonnes of pple were staring already. but this chick came and tried to strike a conversation on my way home on bus 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal: hello, i see yu use a girl's wallet. wow. are yu gay?&lt;br /&gt;me: *gives the classic rueben tan's slang,"errrrrr NOOOO la go awayy" *draggg the yyy to produce the slang.&lt;br /&gt;gal: giggles. hi im ginny yu are?&lt;br /&gt;prinya: oh hi ginny my name's errol lim,nice to meet yu btw im not gay. and thats my stop so bye.*hops off bus and tts the end of it. and i spent 15 mins waiting for the next one to come. fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole, get well soon. it sucks to fall ill on xmas. if theres a santa, heres my wishlist , for me and my frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for nicole: a medicine that works off all sickness&lt;br /&gt;for me: a dual-barrel shotgun with a whole cache of pellets.&lt;br /&gt;for errol: grace tied up and sleeping in a gigantic nicely wrapped box.&lt;br /&gt;for samantha: a dick so that yu can give it to yr gf and legitimise everything.&lt;br /&gt;for wong liang seng: a pussy so yu can just go screw yrself everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113550522722013487?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113550522722013487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113550522722013487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/dinner-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113532828776828472</id><published>2005-12-23T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:58:07.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i m flabbergasted at the apparent showing of such. OH WELL NVM.&lt;br /&gt;to quote a particular someone. "who's going to go get me those prettypretty??!?i promise i'll give you my sweet lovin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113532828776828472?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113532828776828472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113532828776828472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-m-flabbergasted-at-apparent-showing.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113528173932495206</id><published>2005-12-22T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:02:19.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i think im going to the tatoo palour and get the SMU imprinted on my back. i think this smu thing is the crux to fufilling all the things i wanna do.  start my family with nic. business with errol. and not living off dad like some useless imbecile. today i finally got up to making a decent dinner. past few dinners i've been eating junk. macs. kfc.pizza.instant noodles. so after sending nic back i went to buy me and that equally useless brother of mine some provisions. i entrusted that farker to the kitchen. but he let my stomach down by actually fiddling and doing nothing for 45 mins?! gimme 45 mins and i'll have whipped up something close to yr defination of sumptuous. and i did just that, after chasing tt dawg outta the kitchen. i kinda miss mom. though she cooks junk food, nutritious but tastes like shit. at least i can be a sleeping dog all day and wake up and munch happily at the always available food. sigh i take my mom for granted. all the time. when shes back i'll give her a hug and tell her i miss her. and tt i accidentally smashed her bed too. HAH. fark. tts another problem. sheesh. mom come back soon.  dun forget the things i asked yu to buy. wallet. watch and that special hairwax. thanks. i'll pay yu back. &lt;em&gt;as usual :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping times really erratic these days. to quote errol, im becoming nocturnal. yayy. perhaps soon i'll grow fangs and live off blood. gott tweak tt back soon. schs starting soon.im half anticipating yet more than half dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's many wants i've accumulated these years. i wanna live a life of a rockstar, with the sex and booze but no drugs . i wanna live the life of an arrogant billionaire. and hire contract killers to take out those redundant and irritating carrotheads. ah we want to be a plethora of many things. but few days later. its back to being a student. a student in the gloomy abode of srjc. gees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113528173932495206?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113528173932495206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113528173932495206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113523037322902593</id><published>2005-12-21T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:46:13.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eqns of my life?!</title><content type='html'>yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's a farking dinosaur &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who kopes from her council frens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's so farked up so is her mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres nothing else to pretend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought that she was okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now she seems so strange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this thing shld just really end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I will make it end!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sing along to tune of barney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather stinks now. raining like mad which aptly describes my feelings. i feel kinda soggy. no yu dirty bstds dun think along there. as in just wake up kinda feeling. lazy. tired. worn out. i hate quarreling with nic. esp so every night. but somehow it just makes the whole relationship feel alive right. its not good to have 2 cold fishes in an equation. no, dun think along the wrong lines again, im very much active thank yu. life's about balancing eqns. sometimes things can get farked up. like really farked up. frens turning on yu; enemies multiplying; pple backstabbing. so on so forth. i try to live by 3 golden rules that ensures the fluency of all eqns. mom said this, my sec sch principal said this. every deserving wellmannered uncle/auntie prolly said this so many times. whatever yu do, steer clear of lying, cheating and stealing.&lt;br /&gt;i've lied countless times. but a lousy liar im. sadly. cheated exams once too many. but im still a lousy cheater cs i never did well in anything i cheated.if i even do well at all  (: but yayy. at least i never stole. well at least my eqn is just 2/3 farked up. theres still that 1/3. sadly it has come to my attention( how not to, when the victim is the unbelievably dumb melly). that some wired up farktard stole her 60 buxs. 60 buxs not really alot. i can prolly spend it in less than 2 hours aight nicole? (: manicure, something from guess. tadah. but still. the thought of stealing from a fren just stinks. so i really pray this fella owns up to me or mel. and its settled. i dun tell tales. neither does she. so yu can preserve whatevers left of yr reputation and dignity. i'll hate spending cigarette money to call in a bunch of my neighbourhood s.w.a.t team members who will gladly beat a confession outt. HAH.well, know whats best for yu man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon, i'll be picking nic from mj.the farkign weather sucks. and i just wanna snooze arnd with her now, zzz. if yu cld be a guest performer for vj. im sure mj auditions will be chickens. so please get in there for 1st 3 months okay. hopefully. anyways gtg. gotta be her punk in macbeth/atticus wear and rescue the damsel from the rain in a shining silver taxi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113523037322902593?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113523037322902593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113523037322902593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/eqns-of-my-life.html' title='eqns of my life?!'/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113510507349849164</id><published>2005-12-20T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:57:53.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and now im fretting. almost regretting.  2.28 in the morning. over maths. and some unsettled matters. lets see. a few thanks. thanks to the vj joyce for always trying to help my disgusting maths. ad the rj joyce for willin to impart her precious knowledge.deyang for claiming we dun need tuition. and dengqiang for offering to find tutors for me. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few million unanswered calls. nicole su is a very cruel woman i conclude. call me soon.this assinine behaviour is driving me bonkers. how to sleeep? and though i dunno where yu are gonna end up. it doesnt really matter aymore la. i dun care la. tongues can wag. words can spread. but they can never devour. agenda next year. tuition. tuition. nicole. nicole. tuition nicole. council. tuition.nicole. frens. frens. tuition. nicole. i wana see the lights of SMU omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113510507349849164?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113510507349849164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113510507349849164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-now-im-fretting.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113500755848848060</id><published>2005-12-19T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T12:47:42.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyday in wild wild wet with nic is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;today was a good day. LOVES&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides today i finally turned up for council. haha finally get to see the dog and the sheep. and deng and huiyu. and of course, krng krng. despite melsie's futile attempt to get me up at 8, i just overslept and my ear lobes shut off the numerous calls she gave me. till a sweet 10?!woke up and hastily got things done. headed out. felt strange. cos like after so long, im finally making an appearance. think WOW. was on bus 81 wondering how everyone was. "the fawned upons", the fawners, the outcasted and the neutral pple. oh nvm. and so i opened the door, hoping to see millions of. okay. 25 familiar faces in the council room. (prior to that i've alrdy known the whos and whos not coming.)  so went there did nothing. except help joshua cut out the effigy of his sword heh. eh but no. today i contributed the most i ever did to council! i went out to buy dry rations for them. so thank me. (in the words of this dud not dude who irritates the shit utta me everytime she opens her mouth.) THANK ME THANK ME.okay my mockery of her is accomplished. and that wasnt what i meant la. and after hearing melsie's sad predicament. im utterly disgusted by the bstd hiding in council. dishonest. honesty is always the best policy. er well when it comes ta money. they have the ideas who's it alrdy. i hope the person owns up. and though i have a hunch i hope its not &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. come on man. insanity. after a decade of stealing girlfrens, even old leck wld disapprove of stealing money from a fren. just for 60 buxs yu wanna risk a place in hell? really? its not like yu backstabbed or something. oh well. see yu there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nic came and toured the school. and she claims its Not Baaaad la. funny woman. wait till yu getdown to mj aight. den we left for my place after a while and went to the long awaited always procrastinated itinerary of any single day. wild wild wet. haha and all her desires were fufilled as she perversely went on the samsung slide shit. woots i kept my eyes open tru out and i swear. my balls shrunk totally. the sky rides not scary but she was fraid the thing we're sittin on wld fall off and we wld then die a nasty death ( many many years short of the 80,81 we planned to die tgt) .$2.50 on lemonade $3 for a cab ride, $5 on arcades, $5 on toy machines, $6 for a kfc meal, $8 on the portrait machine, $13.60 on chicken chops,$16 for her manicure, $27.80 on the tickets. and when i see her screaming like maddness it was PRICELESS (ahh cheesy cliche intended, shoot me). as in the natural scream. not the commercialised screaming we hear from those artesy cutesy wannabes LOL ask me and i'll tell yu who. those duds who aspire to be sweet and chio all their lives. LOL and yet stuck at looking like a patch of my uneven-shaven legs. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really farking tired. and i just woke up. but fallin asleep again is not very difficult. cos i had the time of my life today haha. few hours time shes gonna hit my place for breakfast. okay im goin to be making breakfast for her. but what more can i ask for. utter BLISS. gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113500755848848060?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113500755848848060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113500755848848060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/anyday-in-wild-wild-wet-with-nic-is.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113491136579223746</id><published>2005-12-18T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T05:09:25.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after ystd, i feel so much better. and here's the ongoings of mynight time adventure ystd. after gettin home and bloggin the last post. cldnt get to sleep. and so instinctively i called nic. no luck. she's dead sleeping. shoulda expected tt ahha. so next up i thought of calling sam. but that possible adverse reaction from nic when i'll eventually tell her but it, put me off. so nono. so ringed georgia. and decided to halt the call halfway.cos i remembered she spent her day staying vigil by her mom's side. and tt is really tiring. so auntie pls get well soon alright? and i proceeded to call errol. the boy's dead asleep too i guess. oh wells. getting down to a cup of ribena. i concluded that im under severe stress. but thank buddha, the symptom of it that always pissed me off dint come. no breakouts. infact i gotta thank buddha once again. i got a breathrough. i just walked past the altar in the middle of my house and just stared at the statue.mom cld never succeed in ranting me into picking up a scripture and browsing thru it.yu know, scriptures like a sorta chinese version of the holy bible. but to compare it to a bible wld be tantamount to desecrating buddha's holiness. but no no. once again. buddhism never imposed upon me the need to be all fine and dandy all sinless and pure. it just made me all conscious of myself. i'm a farker. and i know it. i dun hide behind the grossly regurgitated bullshit of " no one is perfect so yu cant blame me" nono this isnt a blog about buddhism. to propagate buddhism or to mindcontrol yu  into paying tithe where the smallest value of givings wld be heavily frowned upon and converselyawn upon those who give the most.&lt;br /&gt;i must admit. i dunno where im headed too. so i just picked up the scripture and read it. amazingly i cld memorise one of the sutras easily. considering my pathetic chinese. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and fell asleep after that. easily. but the precurse to it, only nicole knows, so lets keep it that way ah haha i swear i wont utilise that service anymore though it opened me up. strangers rawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddhism aside. upon mugen's recommendations since i was starting on industrial goth too, i checked murderdolls out. and this song suits all the wannabe-perpetuators of my non-existen misery now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wretched, I'm infested, rejected and infected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a loser, I'm a winner, a born-again sinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut my throat and watch me bleed, addicted tragedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate you and you hate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So stand in line motherfuckers don't waste my time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[pre-chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See me in the headlines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manipulate your simple minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So put your hands up and praise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm your god and you're my slave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And people hate me, cause &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm better than you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And people hate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's the motherfucking truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People hate me and you can all fuck off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm perfect, pissed off, beautiful, I'm God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a hooker, I'm your priest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm you brand new disease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Satan with distortion, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your overdue abortion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I'm singing out of key,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; the God of your T.V.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all you children will worship me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me drugs, your bitches, and your S.T.D's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[pre-chorus/chorus]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wicked and addicted, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;middle-finger double-fisted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm neurotic drug-induced and chemically abused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cut my throat and watch me bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addicted tragedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I hate you and you hate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wipe the snot onto my sleeve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I'm your new disease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See me in the headlines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manipulate your simple minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So put your hands up and praise, I'm your God...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm homicide on parade, a bloody nose, serenade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a human hand grenade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never rot and never go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113491136579223746?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113491136579223746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113491136579223746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-ystd-i-feel-so-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113484446848400886</id><published>2005-12-17T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:34:28.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wonderful. nssn. if only sr band was half as good as vj's. saw tonnes of old friends. luke.clement kwok. roy. chiwawa. merv. haha the list goes on endlessly. kept bumpin into familiar faces. morning- was a rather unfortunate incident since i bumped into the all-assuming perhaps possibly self-indulgent dud and her cronies. haha tongues will wag. and so be it. on the way to vj i bumped into cheewee and dude. but they're good folks, so thats fine. and at the vj concert i bumped into anther sr fren. splendid. and so i picked up flowers and waited with joyce for her supreme size hottie fella. not bad la. but hes neither here nor there. its either you're innocent or wayy wicked. dun be a half-half. be wicked. like me. and the band was excellent. i heard the conductor was leonard tan who used to conduct e sr band. e vj duds said he apparently gave up on them. and jumped boats. and the skit was funny. nicole. i swear yu really swept my heart away and blew me up totally with that uber short night gown. dun worry la. yu cant really act, but the package makes up for it. and not surprising my old pals came over and told me their frens said my chic was hot and stuff and gah gah. of course she is ahhah. and when they performed the final song. after the encore. &lt;em&gt;the victorian anthem&lt;/em&gt;.it was like yesterday once more. having morning assembly at the absurb 5th storey of the multi-level sch building.my tears almost gushed out.how proud it feels to be a victorian. i laughed in sadness when joyce said she cldnt even memorise the sch song. and you gotta dig the sch spirit. 1000/10 points. i always believed, for a sch to go up the rankings. unity is a pre-requisite. sr is not united at all. look at the cheers. we cant even do our cheers properly. and so i watched as the victorians proceded to cheer a mockery out of all the jcs. superb bonding. im really disillusioned. and i cant wait to get out of this shit hole. this 2 years are prolly the darkest periods of my life. and according to nic, she'll rescue me. so lets see how. conversing with my frens. they all have many opinions of sr. but it all boils down that sr is a place of typical pple. there are respectable pple in there. the isa and suchs. but its only a minority. the rest?the typical 5566 supporters and the conniving backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately im ready stuck onto violin pieces. and im currently listening to bach's solo piece. god i wished i had studied for Os. just 3 points lesser and my appeal to mj wld have gone tru. well its bright there unlike gloomy sr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;victoria in singapore,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there're other schools we know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;victoria is something more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the school that watched us grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from here we've learnt and striven too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and played the sportsman's game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;victoria we give to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the honour that you claim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;victoria thy sons are we &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we will not forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;victoria thy triumphs see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and victories we share yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for others came before and went&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and carried to the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;victoria's fame and our intent &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to keep her flag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unfurled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno about the sr school song. but the victorian anthem is one that my mind will never ditch and forget so long as i live. for all the happy memories and camaraderie shared there. everything was worthwhile there. i hope nic ends up a victorian after the 1st 3 months. and not in some sad, dark, vicious, dog-eat-dog kinda shit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of love darling and get well soon okay and if you realised its the first time we hanged out so late together at such post-concert events. but i guess you're tired. so movie's another day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113484446848400886?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113484446848400886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113484446848400886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113472411544910818</id><published>2005-12-16T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:08:35.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh. the tarik man called me today. and the fone's bac in service. dun ask me how. but i just nicked it from bro. oh man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. . . the numbers of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 is the number of days left to the vj band concert&lt;br /&gt;2's the number of shirts and tees bought from topshop. budget i noe.&lt;br /&gt;3's the number of explanations and apologies i needa make. 1 to justin, 1 to mehmeh and last 1 to mr foong. but tts if they still can be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;4's the number of band tickets left on my hand thanks to miscommunication.&lt;br /&gt;5's click5 the new band and im not too sure what genre yet.&lt;br /&gt;6's the number of days to my next appointment with the wicked queenie whos trying to sell me more newyrk products.&lt;br /&gt;7's the number of days to errol's xmas party yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear miss su,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turtle, dog and I are deeply saddened by the terrible loss of your beloved month-old handhone in the day before. your hp was a very fine model, exquisite and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, please do not lose your phone again, and nt every dude is lucky to have forgiving parents like yours haha. To help yu prevent such mishaps from happening, well mishap to yu mentally, and later when yu call me to tell me bout it, "mishap to my ears" we call it tears. heres a few guidelines yu ught to follow when yu get it replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Always check for its presence when exiting or getting on a cab.&lt;br /&gt;2) Dun wear shorts with small pockets (cos yu are likely to put yr phone in it and it slips. AW)&lt;br /&gt;3) Always take a cab with someone, e.g Prinya who is very conscious of the surroundings and for the record he has never lost his fone before. excpt to wolfie.&lt;br /&gt;4) Do not take the cab with a buggersome cousin who happens to be ages younger than yu.&lt;br /&gt;5) Remember the cab colour. could be blue. dark blue. light blue. green.&lt;br /&gt;6) Pls be able to distinguish between yellow cabs and blue cabs. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i guess it doesnt help much generally. except when it comes to taking cabs. so my dear miss su, please, try not to lose it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;-Prinya Lovajana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and now, off to apply the soothing gel to my semi-constipated facade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113472411544910818?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113472411544910818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113472411544910818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113415083476382132</id><published>2005-12-09T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:54:34.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i declare, nicole is the ultimate candy empire.&lt;br /&gt;sweet vivacious and too hot to be true !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113415083476382132?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113415083476382132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113415083476382132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-i-declare-nicole-is-ultimate-candy.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113407145669065731</id><published>2005-12-08T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:50:56.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im contemplating a mohawk cut. the true blue old sch one mind yu. not the ahbeng bullshit we see hoarding the streets nowadays. and i chanced upon several sr seniors working their spare time off at parkway. cath at OP. (said hi) jacq at topshop ( didnt say hi cos i dun know her personally)&lt;br /&gt;and saw sharon bumping around too.(yes the dud who showed me the door in mixed doubles tennis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parkway has undergone several notable changes. theres actually a topshop there. WTF? great one but i still think they shld consider the idea of a cinema there. thats whats really lacking. although we have the bus 36 nearby to take us to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errol's dog (fudge) is a really cute jack russel. so wellbehaved unlike other jacks i've seen. but the sad thing is it looks so malnourished. and errol claims you should never overfeed the dog. i beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic tried a hand at dying her hair. some garnier's copper brown bluish shit. and as expected she failed miserably. HAH. nvm we'll fix that up soon aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry mugg i cant go check out krngs with you ever anymore haha (not that i did in the past aye heh heh heh) but fill me in on your day-trip CUM excursion to ngee ann soon aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as mentioned, parkway's had a pretty nice hair cut, by doing away with the likes of marks and spencer. like wise, i'll do away with the sides of my hair. tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113407145669065731?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113407145669065731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113407145669065731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-contemplating-mohawk-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113381114257114842</id><published>2005-12-05T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:32:22.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>81760262. rudely awakened by this bloody pranker. i swear, if this is your first tyme pranking. yu suck. boy its not funny pranking at 3.22 am but yu sure are lucky that i m not having any luck falling asleep. or its strt to the mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ring ring. picks up&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;pranker: allah salleh chewbacca *()&amp;*)^&amp;amp;*&amp;$%^)(&lt;br /&gt;me: hello who the fuck is this?&lt;br /&gt;pranker: *()^)_(_%banana papaya allah sala&lt;br /&gt;me: whatever the fuck la bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phone rings again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;taking note of the number this tyme.&lt;br /&gt;me: what yu want again allah sallah?&lt;br /&gt;pranker: (&amp;)^*(##$)(^_ali baba?!#%)*(_&lt;br /&gt;me: i dun care yu chinese malay indian or whatever la. i swear you're farkin  dumb and your number is 81760262. eh brother theres something called the caller-id.&lt;br /&gt;pranker: &lt;em&gt;stunned. mumbles funnily in mat slang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; very well one more time and the police will noe your number and so good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once again, its not funny. but yu sure are lucky i wasnt sleeping. was busy reading cleo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this rings another deadbell in yet another chapter of my nocturnal adventures. blk catching anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113381114257114842?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113381114257114842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113381114257114842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/81760262.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113369175135542647</id><published>2005-12-04T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:22:31.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="notmeant"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not Meant For Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're smart&lt;br /&gt;You're not, it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;That you want me to follow&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me let's see&lt;br /&gt;You've got the gall&lt;br /&gt;Come take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jury is coming&lt;br /&gt;Coming to tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;All this bitching and moaning&lt;br /&gt;Come on it's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in this world&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and fading&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroke and waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to come&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck in this world&lt;br /&gt;That's not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you got&lt;br /&gt;One last shot&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me&lt;br /&gt;That you're not needed&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me let's see&lt;br /&gt;You got the gall&lt;br /&gt;Come take it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jury is coming coming to tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;All this bitching and moaning&lt;br /&gt;Come on it's on&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in this world&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and fading&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroke and waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to come&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck in this world&lt;br /&gt;That's not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in this world&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and fading&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroke and waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to come&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck in this world&lt;br /&gt;That's not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in this world&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and fading&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroke and waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to come&lt;br /&gt;We are stuck in this world&lt;br /&gt;That's not meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113369175135542647?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113369175135542647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113369175135542647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-meant-for-me-you-think-youre-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113355446526651683</id><published>2005-12-02T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:14:25.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="forsaken"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forsaken/&lt;/strong&gt;lestat&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm falling in the vast abyss&lt;br /&gt;Clouded by memories of the past&lt;br /&gt;At last I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre1]&lt;br /&gt;I hear it fading, I can't speak it&lt;br /&gt;Or else you will dig my grave&lt;br /&gt;You feel them finding, always whining&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand now be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You see I cannot be forsaken&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;We walk amongst you feeding, raping&lt;br /&gt;Must we hide from everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be together embrace it?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping so long taking off the mask&lt;br /&gt;At last I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre2]&lt;br /&gt;My fear is fading, I can't speak it&lt;br /&gt;Or else you will dig my grave&lt;br /&gt;You feel them finding, always whining&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand now be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x 2]&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there queen of the damned is awesome shit. lestat is totally kickass. gimme half a fang, and i'll drain every single farker of their blood. well fantasies aside, my fever's just got better. and the diarhoeas going away. and the flu? you might find it up my ass turn left. lestat makes my chemical romance sound like bullshit. so all the gothwannabes you might wanna check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i FINISHED my gp assignment. so much for being a lousy student who virtually fails all the time to satisfy miss yow's innate &lt;em&gt;desire&lt;/em&gt; of seeing the light of my gp assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do realise that gloves are a pre-requisite to dying hair. cos i just tried dying. without gloves and yayy my hands are stinging like they got screwed by jellyfishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a ominious feelin the council TAs are gonna kill me. but dun screw me man, i have not your numbers, in the new card that is. and justin hasnt called me up to tell me anything yet. so i guess alls still fine. HEH. and now, i shall go back and dream sweet dreams of my neverending ecstacy.       n  i   c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113355446526651683?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113355446526651683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113355446526651683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/forsakenlestat-im-over-it-you-see-im.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17045347.post-113345260225781758</id><published>2005-12-01T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:19:56.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha and errol was telling me. &lt;em&gt;let he who has no sin cast the first stone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that is so, i guess my class has quite a few sinless pple. (:&lt;br /&gt;haha if im dumb, so is your mom. im "nato" cos you arent a guy.&lt;br /&gt;and if you're a guy, you can go ask khai.&lt;br /&gt;hhaha and thank god, for however dumb i might be, i m not ugly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic is really pretty OMG. the prom pics leave me on a high every night. GAHHHH.too bad the sch's got no prom queen contest. or i bet my balls she'll snag it. and gonna get my other mc to cover the camp that i missed thanks to my poor tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.its the same old grumbling the same old time. i regret not mugging hard. ahha esp for Os. wished i mugged harder and i wont be in today's predicament. forgo the different schs. by just comparing classes. i realise this shit doesnt exactly hapen anywhere else. and so i conclude, put a whole bunch of self-indulgent pple ( the nicer term for backstabbers i realise) and put innocent and sweet pple and lastly to the concoction you add in a couple or 2 hotblooded mavericks who do not have a cause and yet never stray far from &lt;em&gt;self-conscience&lt;/em&gt; and there you go. a botched result of real NATOs and dumb assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and enough of this lamenting. christianity wld never get far. especially when the purveyors of christ are so tainted. aww and now, back to appreciating nic's delicious prom pictures. HAH. im one lucky man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17045347-113345260225781758?l=themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113345260225781758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17045347/posts/default/113345260225781758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themamapundehpunk.blogspot.com/2005/12/haha-and-errol-was-telling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>punksnotdead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06030499593674574268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
