oh shut up arsenal. just shut the hael up.

and you do it like so.

the third generation

i know i should be finishing the last bit of spenser but my parents are watching the launch of the malaysian astronaut's rocket to the what-what centre in space. i think he's a really good looking dude. doctor some more. i'm actually quite stoked about this too. handsome fella, have a safe trip.

i take it all back.

oops

sony imagestation has shut down its services. like wtf. where the hell are my photos now?! this fucking shit lah. i haven't receive any email to transfer my account to shutterfly. stupid asses.

damn you sony fuckers.

i don't like homework and assignments. all but french ones cause they're fun to do. there is so much to be done i don't even know where to start. it's fucking ridiculous. in other words, i don't like school.

i quite enjoy the new season of survivor. i like that tribe that's been winning. the new tribe names are long and unnecessary. i especially like james the gravedigger, although it's obvious he won't make it far. the air steward dude is also nice to watch. but nothing beats ozzy, half man-part monkey-part fish ozzy.

i've been using hari raya as a "benchmark" for so many things- join floorball recreational after raya, find a part time job after raya, meet my friends after raya, buy school clothes after raya. i know myself well enough to admit that half these things won't happen. raya's just another excuse.

trying to find shit to elongate my 104 abstract now while waiting for identity/brothers&sisters/that 70's show to start. even this is difficult to do.