I'm a Tapir

Wow! Yesterday was so tense. Thank God it's like only once a year. It was boring but I made it through. I tried doing sudoku, which my teacher gave me. Tapir's can't do sudoku. Then, I pergi lepak. Alot of people went back early, leaving poor people like me, Xiann, Weng and alot of people larhhh, waiting alone in the boredom. Some people didn't come...


Pergi mana ya?

Then my mum went to see teacher. At first she just talked to Cik Suhaila. Which reminds me, can someone recommend me a good BM tuition? Then while I was still safe, she bothered to read the Hebat ponteng thingy. Eh, must see Pn Choong larhh. My worst fears were coming true. When I came in, just as I expected, Pn Wong was wandering aimlessly, no hope, no future. Then, as I sat on the sofa, Pn Choong pounced on me, and in one big bite, swallowed my head. OK, thats not how it happened, but that would have been much easier. There was a long talk. Some laughs. Pn Wong cracked a joke,..... and laughed at it. Well, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Pn Puah wasn.t really in the convo but, she kept cutting in. She was like agreeing all the time with Pn Choong. Not that it was bad. She was like, Wingk, u are smart larhh and some stuff lidat. Miss Sathya, was like damn left out, she was like walking around sitting on an occasion with her apple green outfit. Somehow, I knew she was eavesdropping :DD Finally after the convo, My mum was like "Hiya, waddayaar name againaa arhhh, orhh yar sathya right? eh still teach wingk? oh ". Pn Choong proceeded to crack yet another funny joke. har har. Then I went back. Luckily my mum didn't do another repeat of last year. She took out her handphone, and videotaped herself saying the five daily dos. You know the ancient writings that don the walls of the form 1 block. Well, that was last year. Yesterday I was spared the embarassment :)

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this tapir thing is just a phase

lotsa love

I was born to be 14

Some people have no life. Yesterday, I was reading the newspaper and something caught my eye.

JOHOR BARU: A restaurant worker who flagged a passing car for help to save his dying mother was instead robbed and beaten unconscious by the occupants of the vehicle.

By the time help arrived about two hours later, his mother had died from an asthma attack

WTH weih...

Memoirs of a camwhore

It's been almost two weeks and holidays are almost over. I hate that feeling. Just thinking about going back makes me emo. It's like after The Click Five concert I'm gonna sleep and wake up and eat and sleep and go to school. Hopefully the teachers will be blind enough to not notice my hair. I didn't colour it, I swear ;)

I'm gonna miss being bored because of the lack of study. I'm gonna miss sleeping in like hell. I'm gonna miss having 24 hours Datin-free.

Since the only thing I can look foward to is the concert, I'm gonna rub it in all of you people who can't go's faces ;)

WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK 5 ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK 5 ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK 5 ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;)
WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK 5 ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK 5 ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;) WOOT! I'M GOING CLICK FIVE ;)

So you can see how beautiful you are

One day, I was slacking on the sofa, watching the world pass by. I had done everything, read, slept, played with something, watched tv, whacked my sister, but nothing could make me feel like I was having fun. It was like a void in my heart. I was longing for something, and in my heart there was a bra shaped hole.

My basic instincts lead me up the stairs, into the forbidden kingdom. The Masturbate room. I mean, Master bedroom. I wandered aimlessly around the seemingly big bed. I emptied purses, totes, clutches and many fun filled containers. Then, I discovered the closet. Inside there were many clothes. I was attracted to the lingerie section. It was fate that had brought me there. After picking a bra from the wide variety of undergarments, I finally settled on a black, sexy one from Agent Provocateur.

I quickly removed my shirt in glee. I had seen how the bra was applied and how it was removed in movies I had seen with my father many a time. It felt tight and the lace caused me to feel itchy, but with dogged persistance and never-say-no attitude I managed to slip on the bra which was no easy feat as I was fat at the time. I felt good. This bra gave me confidence. With my new undergarment, I felt I could take on the world. I picked a tight shirt from my closet and pushed it on.

I admired myself in the mirror. I loved how the shirt complimented my assets. After camwhoring, I descended down the stairs with full confidence. I took out my bike, and rode down the street. Many men walked into poles while looking at me. How that happened was beyond my understanding. I very quickly found out how it worked. I spotted a sexy woman walking in my direction. I was oblivious to the fact that I was steaming and most importantly, that I was still on my bike. The inevitable occured and I was sprawled across my neighbours car with the alarm going off. When the woman approached me, I realised that it was my friend who was just wearing his mother's bra.

It is experiences like this that have moulded me into the fine, young man I am today. I was going to say this for my oral, but I was too shy. Wei Jing talked about A.D.H.D. Eh, do you think I have ADHD?