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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
SAIKANG WARRIOR.
went to the no life camp HQ NCC to do saikang. the foreign dudes made a blurdy mess of the place, so alvin called lester to do saikang. lester called me to help him. i agreed. might as well collect my letter for iace canada.. alvin said 2pm. i rushed like mad, packeted lunch from the kopitiam and rushed to meet lester at gombak mrt at wtf 115. the pighead was late so i tappped out to eat a bit. damn hungry.zzz then we flew down to hq and reached at 2.30. guess what. alvin the gay was late. we played black jack, watched kids central, played snap. until like wth 3.30. alvin was still at woodlands. i wanted to anal lester already. ZZZ. then cindy came and offered to help us do saikang. so why not, extra pair of hands. so we went to the foreigners bunks. zzzz so disgusting. so dirty. especially the male bunks. "MUST BE the indians" lester insisted. lol yah then les found cum stains on the bed sheets. he began cursing the indians again. anyway. the whole stupid sai kang was damn tiring. lester was first to KO. followed by Cindy then me then alvin. ohwell. i wanted to leave at 5. in the end left at wtf 630. zzzzzz. run here run there. gosh. anyway, ill be going canada, so might as well do some work. so i wont feel guilty.
desmond msn-ed me like 10mins ago, saying how long we haven sat down and chit chat. yah man shit. i miss sitting beside desmonk. fuck lah. last time i always talk to him about cass and other shit. then he'll be like humming his "great guitar riffs". ZZ. aiyah he's good anyway. i miss the guitar talks we use to have. afterall, he introduced me to metal. my musical influence is from desmonk the gay. mmmm. bet he wants to fuck me. JUST JOKING. eh des if u ever read this, dont kill me k. im just joking about the fucking part.
yah and my fucking ankle hurts from walking up and down hq. zzzz. gonna get the salon pas.
i blogged@ 8:45 PM
When I die, they'll say, 'He couldn't play s***, but he sure made it sound good!'
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