If you're Kenny SIA TZE FOO of kennysia.com and you know it kiss addict
If you're Kenny SIA TZE FOO of kennysia.com and you know it kiss addict
If you're Kenny SIA TZE FOO of kennysia.com and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you're Kenny SIA TZE FOO of kennysia.com and you know it kiss addict
Don't blame me. I'm feeling bored.
Update: Who cares if it's out of beat. I want Kenny Sia Tze Foo to kiss me. And not Kenny from Southpark who's supposed to be dead dammit. And that Kenny got some relations to Mr. Hankey right?
The most irritating shit ever (no pun intended). This is the Christmas poo my da ge got for me from I-dunno-where. It's noisy like a noisy shit should be. Maybe I'll record it down the stupid songs it sings if you ask me to. It just happens that shit belongs to toilet bowls ok? We all don't want to talk about that issue again...Oh wait, I just did. :)
Oh no! I digressed so much that this can be an entry on its own. Whatever.
Oh yah. You know you want to kiss me Kenny Sia Tze Foo of kennysia.com. Stop living in self-denial. *cough*
The only thing I fear about losing weight is that my boobies disappear. Even if you do sit-ups/crunches, the body will lose fat in general. Not only at the tummy area.
If I lose my boobies, I'd be singing to the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean. Just that it would be a different version:
My boobies lie over the ocean,
My boobies lie over the sea.
My boobies lie over the ocean,
Oh bring back my boobies to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my boobies to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my boobies to me.
Random search on Arts schools. Stumbled onto the School of Visual Arts' website. They're situated in NY. If I get in, so nice right? Join my brothers.
Fat hope lah. Fat fat hope.
Someone with no background at all how to get it?
Anyway I get scared reading the details there. Must be like damn pro then can get in. :( I not pro. I just like.
And maybe I'm not ready for it you know. I have a feeling I'll become a very boring person drowned in artsy stuff. Then maybe my blog will become some nerd blog. And I think if I go into an Arts school, it would be kinda terrible. In the end all they want are the results as well. KNN with your passion lah. To link passion with practicality is like to decay your passion. And going to such a school is really talking about being practical.
EEKS!
Haiya...Feeling damn sian. Can I just don't do anything for the rest of my life?
I wanted to try searching for "Arts school for lousy people" but I don't think I can get any results. :(
Damn. I should just stay in my comfort zone of JC. Whee. Wait, I still have friggin' O's to take!! Can I don't takeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......
Oh, what a silly entry.
DAMMIT. I DON'T WANT TO TAKE O LEVELS. SOMEBODEH! KILL MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
I don't know for how long these mutants have been in the market. I never knew they existed! When my mother brought them back, I suspected that they're genetically modified.
I searched the Internet and found out that these coloured tubers are not something new at all. Man. Tell me that I'm not the only one who's seen them for the first time.
I rolled my sleeves up and prepared an absolutely fantastic dish out of the potatoes. Ok, just exaggerating. My da ge claimed that he could do a better job. Whatever.
Let me lead you through preparing this fantabulous dish step by step just in case you get lost. Only professionals like me know how to do this kind of professional dish.
First, wash the potato. Bet you didn't know that.
Look! So nice after washing! (Don't tell me I sound bimbotic please)
Then place it in the microwave for 3 minutes.
I walked out of the kitchen and closed the kitchen door during that 3 minutes in case an explosion happens. For amateurs like you, I suggest you get out of the house while the microwave does its job.
After it's done, cut the potato into halves.
Then into quarters.
Be careful when handling the knife, kids!
Add salad cream because you know you want it. Then empty a bottle of sprinkle bacon bits onto your potato.
Ta-da! Your end result* will most likely look worse than this. But it's all right. You're not expected to get it right like how I did on your first try. You can always try again! :)
Your father calls back twice a day to see if da ge has called.
Your second brother calls to check as well and then say almost nothing after that.
Your mother stops her shower half-way and comes out to check who called every time the phone rings, and asks you, "Is it da ge?"
You see the ID caller flashing "Overseas" and hoping to hear your da ge's voice, elated when you hear your da ge's voice, disappointed to realise it was your er ge instead.
Kenny said that sometimes he forgets to call him mum when he's out travelling.
Vynara left a comment and said Japan's network system is complicated.
Oh wait a second. I just checked the flight details of my da ge. He sent me that mail before he left NY to come Singapore. It says there he's supposed to leave Japan for NY today. I guess I'll be expecting his call tomorrow.
Not gonna tell my mum about the flight details though. You know, just in case she goes overboard with her worrying and rots by the phone. And well, just in case the phone doesn't ring. Just in case lah. I'm sure he's ok actually. Because no news is good news.
Update:
Yay. Received an e-mail from my da ge liao. He said, "in japan now. no internet. will call when im back in us"
Strange thing is that this mail ended in my Junk Mail. Lucky I checked it.
Every time I turn on the computer, I'll open 3 Internet windows to access different websites. Sometimes after surfing the web aimlessly for an hour or so, I would be shocked to see that for all 3 websites, I've clicked into kennysia.com. It's like...click here and click there...In the end I'd land up at kennysia.com. Tsk tsk.
Random random...
Kenny once said that he thinks my blog is hilarious. Wrong! How often are the things I say funny.
Kenny once said he thinks I have a flair for writing. Wrong! This is one good example of writing aimlessly. I do that for most of my entries. No wonder I do badly for my compositions...The things I say not even interesting one leh.
Don't YOU ever get bored by my nonsense?
Actually, I think I suck so badly at writing that soon I'll have negative number of readers.
Oh yes. Previously I talked about somebody who took a videoclip of himself taking drugs. It was showing him snorting Ketamine. I've created my own lousy, super low-resolution video of me snorting K. Only 736KB, 33 seconds. Download will be fast at the expense of good quality. I doubt the quality really matters since there's nothing much to see anyway.
AMS has come and gone. Fast leh! I was thinking it would drag all the way till the time PMS comes to take over the job. Heh heh...
Wait. Maybe I'm feeling normal because of AMS too! Maybe it's like I feel normal for one day, and the the next day it comes crashing at me again. :(
For the past 3-4 days, I've not been revising. Shitty. I felt so iwurhjrh3u last night that I didn't sleep probably. For the whole night I was dreaming of doing work! All kinds of questions. Man...I don't know what kind of nonsense questions my brain came up with. I don't think revising in my dream would help things.
Oh shoot. I have 9 days left. Grrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaaatttttttttt. When I was taking my mid-year exams, I started preparing like 3 weeks before the first paper. Now it's the major thing and I'm like...blah. *Kicks self* Die, addict, die!!!
I don't want to study in JC. I want to go Arts school. I think. *shrugs* But I love Math and Science and I can do better in them. But taking Arts seem to be more fun and I have more freedom...I think. At least I think I'll meet people who are way cooler than those I meet now. The thing is, I'm just not good enough to do well in Arts. Boo. :( Passion vs. grades. Which to choose? I want both. And I'm greedy: I want to learn everything! Language, Math, Science, Arts!
After O's, I'm gonna take up guitar lessons (wahahaha) and maybe French lessons because French is sexy. Or maybe some dancing lessons...but I think I'll break my back. Sigh. I want to learn the piano too! Nah...Not gonna learn how to bloody cycle (This sounds like I'm talking about periods or something. I mean cycling btw). I'm sick of crashing. And it hurts my crotch, seriously, because my legs can't touch the ground the bicycle's too high. I'll stick with tricycles.
