A healthy liver breaks down about 10 grams of alcohol in 1.5 hours

damn, results gonna be out in less than one and half hour. i'm quite positive about failing at least one subject. dreams told me that but fuck it. results aside and i've got something ready which can be used for all events! coming up next, we have... TADA!

isn't this a need when you are feeling happy, neutral or sad? let me give examples to illustrate a clearer picture. during birthday parites, everyone is happy and everybody drinks. when jielun and i are bored in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep, we drink. and when people are sad after receiving bad results or being ditched, they drink too. these are one of the greatest rewards or consolation see?

here are other events where you can grab a few bottles.

• stay overs
• barbeques
• chalets
• welcome parties
• by the beach during the evening or night
• in the midst of triad clashes
• losing your damn job
• farewell parties
• house warmings
• playing indian poker
• when you feel like drinking for no damn reason

cheers! and bear in mind a healthy liver breaks down about 10 grams of alcohol in 1.5 hours. stay tuned and i might be back soon to share about my results.

Mom's punk

mom's hip. she listens to rock in the past and now started to appreciate punk rock! aunty rocker man! guess what she listens to? not those radio songs by green day or simple plan. she enjoys listening to the used, mcr and the ataris but thinks with broken wings and thrice are too heavy for her. still, i think she pwns any ah beng/lian whose ears revolve all around boulevard of broken dreams or american idiot, having the guts to call themselves HARDCORE FANS. i think she can name more than just helena or i'm not okay when asked about mcr. LOL.

maybe i'll get her a 'the used' band shirt if i can find one.

I guess it's ok I puked the day away.

I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way.

and if you want me back.

you're gonna have to ask.

nicer than that.

yit jing > that little ginnah

its 5.19am now and its raining outside. the newspaper boy is almost here and i'm still wide awake. i tried so hard to sleep for the past few hours, harder than how i tried for the 'o' levels back last year but still couldn't. my bodyache is killing me, so much that plainly lying down on my comfy bed feels like i'm on a bed of nails. thanks to darren and his healthy-lifestyle programme which is specially planned for the unfit me who haven't been doing any sports for the past 10 months.

this was what i did, gym followed by basketball. it was too much for a start judging from how i panted and gasped for oxygen. i saw this thin indian guy in the gym lifting a weight with two disks as big as pizza hut's large pizza pan. i felt belittled. why? the disks of the dumbbell i worked on was no bigger than a sushi plate off the belts of sakae. the gym is really no place to pick a fight. i should start jogging after these ache wears off. i'll be going NS in less than 4 years and i don't want to be some weak tofu soldier who drags all the millitary dogs out for a poop.

speaking of basketball, though i'm no pro, i've got some to comment on their attitude.

take a look at majority of the players, or rather people who play basketball bumming around the courts. little ginnahs in the typical converse jersey shorts, pink pmk tee/oversized polo, trial slippers and sometimes a pirated cap from the pasar malam. familliar? some are so puny and yet have the balls to scream profanities across the whole court in length for no reason. HEY HEY HEY, its not like you are at home or your own blog where you can shout "fuck" like this. this reminds me of this little ginnah who seeks refuge at the public basketball near my house (probably because his mom couldn't control him and have made the painful decision of severing ties with her brat son.) i happened to play against him during a team friendly and somehow offended him just by marking him closely. HELLO, if doing that offends you, i suggest you can go screw the world. and now like almost a year later, he still stares and me with his ugly you-want-to-fight-ah face when i walk pass the court. i think he'll probably have his first heart-attack at 25 because i'll give him a provoking smug that makes him frown everytime.

conclusion: yit jing > that little ginnah
in all aspects except reciting hokkien vulgarities and looking and being stupid.
i hope he get to read this and got pwned by me. rofl.

All time favourite yo?

last night, i was browsing through blogskins hoping to give it a new outlook. i came across emo kinds which look a little poseur, nice rocker skins, pinky skins and anime skins. let me reason out why didn't i chose either of them.

emo - i'm not a guy who whines about being ditched and then wanting to slit my wrist.
rocker - they are cool and most featured a guitar or two. i can't play one, so there.
pinky - i shouldn't comment.
anime - i don't fancy any japanese anime.

okay, here comes the moment. i came across this template, a very very unique one, THAT ROSE MY BLOOD PRESSURE 30 TIMES! if i could, i would have blasted the screen with a sawn off shotgun. i know the monitor screen is truly pure and innocent, but what showned wasn't. long story short, we have our all time favourite, applause!

blood pressure risen? if it didn't, good for you or rather, bad for you.

nonsense aside, let me continue with how i ended up with this two-coloured template. i found a one featuring matchbook romance which i think is nice but the text area is too small. finally, i decided to use this one for the time being. i know its a little plain and i apologize for that, but you should also thank me loads for not using the ALL TIME FAVOURITE.

this is something i came across while surfing the net for funny pictures, NOT porn okay? this is my kind intention to let those whose blood pressure rose like mine relax, chill and laugh. enjoy.

My comeback

6 months passed and i'm back again. the urge to blog hits again maybe because i'm feeling too bored during the holidays now. let me start off with a sequel of my previous entry.

the bitchass crew of my ex-working place flew back to hong kong and the case was stagnant probably until the day i die. the boss (the one who spoke like he is having an orgasm , remember?) stayed however, but HAHA, i can see that his business went down. maybe its me! see the difference asshole, yo!? okay, don't bother cursing him here. judging from how he screwed up with the cash register back then, i conclude that he doesn't know how to switch on a computer or what the hell internet is.

so, i shall take it as he is pwned by me, and no re! rofl.