Saturday, October 06, 2007
funny shit. I JUST found eileen Fu's christmas card today while at my old house. Apparently some pple din know i shifted and sent christmas stuff to my old address. DBS included, though im quite sure i updated em. haha.. damn, n all this time i'd tot Ms Fu had forgotten all about me..
anyway, i think i've discovered how to cure my running nose syndrome. seriously. Its actually so simple. I dont know y ive never thought about it b4. stupid me. OK besides sleep, every time when you or rather i, get up from bed, its always good to warm up ur body. go jogging, do some pushups situps pcc or smth.
ok that made me realise now, y we had PE in the morning back den in secondary school..
anyway, aiz blogging sucks.. tired.
I just gotta scold ZUWEI whom i know will read this sooner or later.
U old faggot!! stop t********** my n********** biatch sicko freak
flew into your heart at [7:31 AM]
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God i have a freakin lousy nose. every week withour fail.. getting sick. argh. anyway, i have something that will brighten up my day no matter wad... *drum rolls*........my foto with fiona xie wan yu! woohoo! I AM SO HAPPY I can literally dance now. which i am going to...
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trust me.. i WAS dancing.. just use ur imagination. n pls imagine me doing it well k. cuz i do. just ask all the girls i'd dance with be4. they'd tell ya.
haha.. jking.
aiz.. but sad to say, she's some1 i can only look from afar..
UNLESS...
hmm.. One day she happened to be walking home from work, den suddenly she came across this tall burly fierce guy out of nowhere. He stood right in front of her, a towering figure with heaps of intense bulging muscles. He held a knife in his right hand whilst his left, gesturing her to hand over her prized $10000000 LV bag. Recognising that it cost a bomb, Fiona felt she could never part with that precious bag of hers, but if she were to, she'd definitely go down together with it, n thus refused to give in to his demands. *to cut the story short*..
blablabla... i happened to be there, kicked his balls, maybe gave him a couple of punches in the face and the stomach, oh btw he tried to stab me but i was too fast, i dodged n poked his nervous system or pressure point(wadeva they call it..) under his hairy arm pit(which stank like hell, he prolly hasnt bathed in a trillion years ) redering him partially imobile. n..blablabla. I saved her life.
Den in her traumatised n vulnerable state, i'd comfort her, give her a sense of security, carry her home in my arms..
picture perfect.
flew into your heart at [7:41 AM]
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