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Hello, world! save the earth, we could all pitch in and help and really make a difference!

lynn taught me a very important lesson today, which is to always read your smses all the way to the bottom.... i shall take note of that and watch myself from now on.. the road to self improvement.. one step at a time... live and learn, ladies and gentlemen!

oh people, i am finally on myspace! the add's http://myspace.com/bongjklop... myspace is cool, i havent really figured it out yet but its very interesting... i have ten friends so far! hahahah.. good progress... i shall have more.... myspace is better than silly old friendster but i dont know why i still feel compelled to carry on using friendster which is so damn gay...

shit, i lost my train of thought.. its hard to maintain it... oh well, i'll just have to find a way to stop losing my train of thought. the road to self improvement... or rather, the road OF self improvement cause you cant really stop improving yourself, can you? the strive for perfection.... what motivation! okay, STOP! wait, im thinking..... how come perfectionists arn't all that perfect? ah hah! oohhh the phone is ringing. why cant people call at a more perfect time? this is insane! but thank god i'm not perfect...
that would be too gay.... ok im off cause i dont know what more to say. come back next time!

adios amigos!

absolution.

Hello blogspot! i'm bong and i am telling you that a rat can actually last longer without water than a camel.

i'm 100 percent serious. do you know that an ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain? hahaaha! imagine how effing dumb they are!

and in accordance to steve irwin's death, i have to tell you that a crocodile cannot stick its tongue out!

okay bye! (p.s. i am absolutely sure about all this.)

oh mister magazine

helllooo there! goot morning. this is the first time i've woken up early and have time on my hands on a sunday morning. usually its just hectic. i feel so relaxed, its amazing. the prelims are over. woo! well that means that the actual 'o' levels are so dangerously nearby. ouch!

yesterday was nothing short of a blast. i think it was hilarious. well nothing too spectacular happened. we celebrated harrison's birthday. happy birthday, mate! we hit 'escape theme park' before we went to the beach to barbecue some stuff and eat it. it was a very enjoyable evening. kenneff and i entertained the crowd in our usual fashion. i'm surprised that everybody laughed and even sang along sometimes. that was brilliant, you guys were a great audience. then alethea's mummy sent joey and i home and that's when i came home to find that i was so tired and my daddy is just crazy sometimes.

what really had me yesterday though was how baffling downtown east is. have any of you ever thought of the fact that 'Escape Theme Park' has absolutely NO THEME???? i find it so rediculous! i dont know why but it confuses me to bits! i haven't the slightest clue why! it is slightly annoying that some people seem to find it funny that i care about our theme park having a theme. but hey, a theme park is SUPPOSED to have a theme. I think 'escape' is more like a permanent amusement park. which is unfortunately, quite lame. i dont usually feel embarrassed when foreigners come over to our little 'attractions'. our zoo is great though its smelly, and i guess everything else is just about as great as it can get. but our little, uhm, they dare to call it a 'theme park' when it has absolutely NO THEME, i think, is simply rediculous. its such an embarrassment. they havent changed the rides in years and all of them are not very brilliant anyway. well they're okay but they're nothing to shout about, really. i dont see how 'escape theme park' is an attraction to tourists. they have way better stuff in their respective countries. i feel embarrassed when tourists visit that place. i really feel that 'escape theme park' (damnit, i cant stand calling it a theme park!) is a real embarrassment for the tourism industry. oh well. maybe this is the government's way of instilling national pride in its people, by making people like me feel embarrassed for the country and therefore showing that i actually care about this place. oh, well. i do okay. i friggin live here. and im not the only one who feels embarrassed about the place. joey was telling me how he felt too and i was like okay bingo that's a friend who shares the same views as me. wizzo! yep. then he said maybe thats why our parents love to bitch about the government all day. maybe thats what i'll do when i hit 40. i'll have a healthy beer belly just like my daddy and i'll simply bitch about the government when the time is ripe! i hope that's healthy. i want to live long long. because my name is nicholas bong, hahahahhehehohoho!!! bleah.


oh, star.
acceptance is damn important. nothing spells it out like good poetry.


'Love me or leave me or rip me apart
This is the voice that I was given and
If you don't like it take a long walk
Off of the shortest pier you can find
And I'll be singing it out I'll be singing...'

just smile.

Just smile, it melts the evening tide. oh, the laughter. keep those memories. every little thingy i write has a piece of myself in it. and i fucking love that.

its just that nobody really hears these thingys, do they?
talk about silent screaming...
oh im not really screaming, am i? i dont even want to be heard sometimes. i just want to come out. and its hard to do that. its crazy how life brings you one huge round... and you come right back to where you started from. you try so hard to do things differently and it just takes you all the way back.... back to basics.

this is confusing the hell out of me, i tell you. i'll get you some ice cream when i get through with this one.

oh, growing up. such an adventure. our generation's got it much more complicated than the earlier ones, though. i wish it were simpler. bleah. blepfgshmee.

time will bind us

Hello hello hello... i am bong and i am telling you that time will bind us to the guilt of commitment.

oh what a way to start a post. well now. it's 12.15am on a friday night/saturday morning. i want to talk about friday, but i can't go on refering to friday as 'today' because 'today' isnt really friday now, innit? yep so i'll just say 'friday' instead.

anyway, i did my lit paper 1 on friday. the paper ended at 9.30 and we were out of there by say, 9.50? in the morning! thats right! it was extremely liberating. feeling exhilarated, i had no idea what to do with my time. but it was fantastic, just walking out of the school gate at that time, knowing that the rest of the school was having lessons or taking other exams. terrific stuff. oh jklop. well, i'm halfway through prelims. the rest are next week. its so called 'crunch' time (as the teachers call it) and i suppose it means we have to study very intensively, so i'll be crunching my way through next week, baby! no turning back now, right? so its all get go, no excuses this time!

oh, time will bind us.

sexy?

it's the roots that dig deep.








oh, the weight of sin.






'studying with time on my hands' would surely justify this... i hope.

yep. ladies and gents, its september the eleventh. i just realised. its been five whole years since that stupid boredfuck of a bitch decided to launch those fucking terrorist attacks on the twin towers. what an iconic day this is, it marked the start of a global awareness of terrorism. stupid boredfuck, i hate the al-quaheda (however the fuck its supposed to be spelt, i dont care) because its full of boredfucks who have nothing better to do, basically, then to kill people for fuck sake. fuck, get a life, man.

on a.. hmm, i wont say happier note, but it would be alright if i said 'on a different note'; well i did my malay prelims today, it was surprising, i actually understood the passage for comprehension! hurray... okay now theres nothing i can do about it, cause hope after an event does not get you anywhere. hope is bullshit right, once you think of it. hope is just a lazy man's way of pretending he has a better future.

ah hah. on a much happier note though, i'm quite pleased that i actually celebrated my salty-sweet n sour sixteenth birthday on wednesday last week. thanks to all of you who came to my leelte gathering of friends. it wasnt even a party, i think. heheh. my bad. but yall made it such a great time. thanks again! it was fun! thank you guys for all your sexy presents and cards and ass kisses. it was great feeling so important. haha.. thats what friends are for right. i guess. the cake was good, yes? haha. yes saf. cake was damn good. that really made my day. serious...
booyeah. im sixteen. im a badass. grr.
how did that sound? gay? sheesh. thought so.










oh, guys... oh that cake was just too sexy.
yep kc, the chocolate syrup's the shit. sexy shit.













thanks safith, that was sweet..... birthday cake never had such a brilliant combination of sweet, salty and sour. and the dog had some of it too! sexy siah!


alright. i have turned seextin already. wooo... sexy siah..
i wonder what happens when i turn eggteen... woah. even more sexy..
theres so much more to live for. thats damn sexy..
but till then,
BLEPFGSHMEE!

hurray, now i can watch nc-16 movies, play pool and do many other things legally. what joy!
bah, since when did i give a shit about whats legal and whats not?!
bleah. sexy lah.

you'll have your ups and downs.
dont let them pull you out.
cause time is all you got now.
-run kid run

dumbass, get back to work! sigh. time is all i got now, innit?
arnt those drawings sexy, though? yeah, thank God for picture editing software, they make my silly little attempts at 'art' slightly more decent. okay!
bye! take care!