The Past

few days have rocked. seriously.

Thursday night was fan-bloody-tastic.
The year (most of us) got together to celebrate Toms, Jie Yings and Kats Birthday.











more to come soon.=]

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Family dinner is meant to be a happy time right?
not fucking tense and awkward.
its always like that and quite frankly id rather not EAT.
except i like food.
so id rather be ANYWHERE else but at the fucking dinner table with THEM.

Just get it over with will you?

I cannot wait to leave.

Birthday Boy

LOL.
I couldnt think of another name.

So basically.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM LOR

Wow. So today was funny.
Me and Iain managed to get WOUTER DE JEW REGT to put DEEP HEAT on his EYES. In his defence he didn't know what it was...but then he is pretty darn RETARDO for actually doing so when we said 'we dare you to put this cream on your eyes'
I mean, come one. wtf? Quite frankly you shouldnt listen to 2 mischieveous white people with cream. LOL.
It was LOLTASTIC to watch i tell you. He said ok if you give me 5bucks each. so we said OK (cos lets face it..the reaction was worth it) if only we'd got it on video..DAMN IT.

Iain put some cream on Woutie's finger and then Woutie put it on his eyes. (the lid lor) and then he died. He was like 'OH YAR THIS IS OK. WAIT. OW. IT STINGS! WHAT IS THIS SHIT!? OW!!! IT STINGSSSSSS' then ran away crying to th bathroom (not actually crying.) it was LOLERIFIC.

But mean. but i was crying with laughter practically.

What else? Um. Tmr is thursday. Which is good cos we are all going to hartamas in order to celebrate with great delight that Tom, Jie Ying and Kat are all getting older. They have reached the age of 17. WOOP. Happy Birthday to you alllll =]

I have nothing left to say, but i will leave you with this one thought.
If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from
vegetables, then what is baby oil made from? =o!

Gar.

today was shite.
ish.

drama is going gooood. we perform next week EEK
eng is going ok laa
art is..just sad.

and boys SUCK. like alot.
seriously.
and i bet they think girls suck too so its ok.
but they really do suck. boys that is.
they cause problems.

WITHOUT EVEN TRYING
Gosh. How rude.

Conspiracy!

Is it?
This was an advert at the bottom of an msn convo. It made me lol for some reason.
'Emo salsa dancer'? WTF is this? How jooish.

Speaking of Jews a conspiracy has been undercovered. Are there such things as GINGER DUTCH PEOPLE?

Gingers = AWESOME
DUTCH PEOPLE (Wouter) = Nubs = Jews.
Jew = Kit Jimeny-Koay Perry
Kit Jimeny-Koay Perry = Ginger child = Ginger in denial now.
Kit Jimeny-Koay Perry = GINGER DUTCH.


So today was a funny day.
At lunch time, with 10minutes to go before the bell, the gingers (tom and myself) decided it was time to go over the road and get stuff. stuff being, stepsils and a top up.

The mini mart was CLOSED.

WTF right? When is it ever closed?? Its the end of the world as we know it. SHOCK HORROR ZOMG Ok so anyway. In the end i got a rasberry esprit. Yummy. We walked back to school and were back in time to prove Skinner wrong. He said we couldnt get back in time for lessons. He was WRONG.

Okay. So on the way back tom was telling me about his car. and how the air con does not work. the conversation went something like this.

E=Me
T=Tom

T: The aircon does not work in the back though...
E: I SHOTGUN FRONT SEAT EVERYTIME THEN.
T: But what if someone more important is in my car?
E: I shotgunned it. Not my problem.
T: But what if the POPE is in my car?
E: He can lay in the back.
T: But he wont fit cos of his pope hat.
E: Well, we can put the seat down and half lay in the boot.
T: But his pope hat. HEY Does the pope take off his hat before he gets in a car?
E: OF COURSE HE DOES.
T: Does he have a special car?
E: No. He just takes it off.
T: A HELICOPTER!
E: YES!!!!!!
T: But his hat would get chopped off..
E: NOOOO. Hes not that tall!
T: He must fly. POPE ARILINES
E: Gar. Nein. We will settle this matter. SKINNER. Does the pope take his hat off when he gets in a car?
S: No. He doesn’t drive…he walks..
T: NO HE FLIES.
S: Its not like its glued to his head…

The conversation proceeded and somewhere along the line it was said that the hat is used to hide the gnomes inside. The gnome is the REAL pope guys. I am afraid to say it.
His hat is big. His hat is white. The top has just been chopped off.
What does this tell us you ask?
That the Pope was the original member of the KKK!
SHOCK HORROR ZOMG
This would explain why the pope has never been black.
SHOCK HORROR ZOMG

POPE.POPE.


Also, the big questions about the pope are…
Does he take the hat off when watching porn?
Is he really, actually religious?
Does he own a car? Does he have a driving licence?
Is he ginger?
Is he really who he says he is? Or is he Dutch?
Is he Wouter in disguise?
Is he really catholic?
WHY does he wear that hat?
Why is he called ‘the pope’?
What happens when he run out of batteries? Does the gnome take over?
Does he iron his hat?
Does his hat double as a homing device?
Is his hat magical?
Is he ELVIS??

Its all one big conspiracy. Will we ever learn the truth?

also play: http://www.addictinggames.com/beavisbuttheadsairguitar.html
it is EXTREME LOLAGE

Still Ill

I hate being ill. Its the WORST.
Been off school since wednesday and yeaaa...i mean its all good and everything i SUPPOSE but im bored out of my BRAINZZZZ. GRR. and i sound rather husky, and NOT in a sexy way.

=[ and to make matters just that tiny bit worse, tonight is Niki's birthday party and i cant go cos im ILL. LAME. And ill be home alone cos mum and dad are going out. Yes, i did consider going to the party and being back before them but that wouldnt work very well. and YAH. plus i feel like complete shit so yea. and i might give all the party goers a disease or something. lol

see i can still laugh. even if it is twisted humour.

so what else is there to be sayingz? ah yes. Well i was supremely cheered up yesterday when GEORGI called me at 10pm and i was just about to sleep but HEY it was good to talk to her. and yea...

also, the invention of JUST THREE WORDS on FACEBOOK has made my life a bit more laughter-filled and fun. Sad isnt it? Yes i hear you cry. Ok so moving on. JUST THREE WORDS is basically what it says...a person (such as yours truly) starts a story off and then your friends add three words at a time...this is one of my stories..

"The spaceship landed in my bathroom whilst i was busy using my magic wand to undress saucy fellows who didn't have aliens in their bathrooms whilst they ate their breakfast. They're lucky buggers. The spaceship had really funny little weiners hanging off their very large pistols which were loaded and at-the-ready to probe me between the legs. "I wonder if i wiped my dribbly chin clean?" becuse i had spilt lots of jasmin tea down onto my large belt buckle, which shaped like a star, was now reaching my huge, thick, erect, magical wand of ejaculation.

Luckily, the wind caught fire and swept into action it then grabbed him by the short and curly ribbons in his china doll collection which broke into many mad Russian"

and another of my favourites

"My Crystal Pink guava juice sparkled with maliciousness and stabbed him with his extremely large hot, sticky, tasty big, throbbing... lollypop. It tasted sooooo So delicious it just had to be eaten by the giant moose"

I added the 'big, throbbing....lollypop' because im just funny. =D

"I found a banana in my chocolate cream flavoured chicken nuggets, i was worried that mcdonalds might sue because i had not spotted it. I decided to use a spoon and anal probe to undress the sexy lama that was dressed as Mrs Nicola Randy with a pickle flavoured hang-on dangling inbetween a horrific eggplant and an orange peel cake. "DON'T PROBE ME! I screamed erotically. "I'm far too sensitive for the crazy P.E teacher who talked like a probe doctor. For he benefits from the probing greatly due to his homosexual nature. Ah, what joys you can get from probing..." I really really like your spectacular technique"

and the list goes on. needless to say..it is quite a fun waste of time =]
TRY IT.

Ah...my throat hurts. and im starting to get another headache so i shall leave you.
toodely do