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04A5 Alson.Guang Hui.Alastair.Rong Rong.Evon.Marvin.Qian Zi.Isaac.Hwee Pin.Han Zhi.Feng Ji.Jeremy.Clarence.Racheal.Zhiyang.Yi Sheng.Yong Cheng.Pey Shan.Junni.Sally.Alvin.Jian Lin.Xin Hui.Eng Yeow. How Many Special People Change? Tagboard |
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Do you have a mirror in your pocket? (Why?) 'Cause I could see myself in your pants. Ask: "Do you know what winks and screws like a tiger?" (No.) Wink. Let's have a party and invite your pants to come on down. There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more? Wasn't I supposed to eat you somewhere? You have pretty eyeballs. Of course they'd be better if they were eyeing my pretty balls. Let's let only latex stand between our love. Roses are Red; Apples are Sour; I'll Spread my legs; And you can show me your "power" -isaac by ~me~ at 11:42 AM ©
THIS BLOG IS DYING. no one is blogging or tagging. arghh -isaac by ~me~ at 7:53 AM ©
maybe we should lyke change the password and let alson not know it.. THEN we got more people in the class reading this shit... hahahaha -alastair by ~me~ at 10:42 AM ©
oh. it's alson btw. paiseh. =P by ~me~ at 9:54 PM ©
waaah ... tired dudez and dudettez. i noe that jeremy and alvin would feel the same or more than me. coz i went late for rugby training ... but guys, my heart was with u the whole time. =.=" gee ... even that sounded gay. hey ppl, i m speaking from the bottom of my heart ... the truth is - I AM NOT GAY gaah. ppl in class labelling me as a gay. u ppl drive me nuts, haha. but today was quite entertaining during T.C.P hist tutorial. all the crap about behind him and so on. haha. he's a great teacher lah, joined in the fun too. if it was mr kellett ... *sudden silence* aniway, i was wondering, i think that only 1/4 of the class come to blog or tag everyday leh. the rest leh ? die liao huh ? awww. poor things. aniway, hope u ppl did well or ok for ur hist test today. that is more than i can say for myself. i managed to squeeze out 1and 1/2 pages of crap while listening to radio all the way. i m the best man. by ~me~ at 9:47 PM ©
lalalalalalalala..... so is this becoming more of a crapping board? at least its better than a dead blog... -alastair by ~me~ at 3:55 PM ©
alright SHIT HAPPENS yesterday after doing stuff for my history project, feeling all shagged and spent, i headed home. took bus 156, till bishan. 162 was right in front of us and i decided to take a chance.. whee SHIT HAPPENS and the 162 pang sehed me. shit decided to walk to cat high, more options there. dang 410 came. and it was full.. SHIT HAPPENS alrights i reached home abt 8. wanted to study. let's just say the mind is willing but the flesh is weak. good nights. -isaac by ~me~ at 3:50 PM ©
haha. using the com during hist tutorial. hope mr lawrence dosent see this, i 'll die for it. =P acting like i'm taking notes but in fact i dun really caaare much about studies. by ~me~ at 1:49 PM ©
hey guess where am i now? yup tt's right...we're in comp lab having history!!! haha evon suddenly so enthu...haha scary sia... by ~me~ at 1:23 PM ©
feeling bored.....Jc lifes a bitch? any1 disagree? it seems like theres no place for slackers...guailan kias or trouble makers here...hahaz.... n i realise some ppl sibei kay one lor.... anyway, yang. tmr gona bring a veri swee foto for the claz to enjoy..... zhiyang sibei kay one lor.... ming ming like ppl still wana pretend...wah lao...so obvious...cannot see....pi ma pi a tio arh..... any1 feeling out of love reccently? by ~me~ at 10:36 PM ©
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no more alson is gay thingy oredi ah????? by ~me~ at 1:36 PM ©
hm. the first thing i'll say is ... i'm ponnin GP.and i'm gay. o.0" haha. hai. poor teachers lah, but that does not mean that i have to attend the lectures. if i have to be frank, the lectures totally does not rock man. i fact, it quite sux lah. no personal grudges against the teachers or anithing but come on man, if u ppl want us to listen, do try to be more interactive and interesting. i understand that being a teacher isnt easy and u have to suffer my snide remarks too. paiseh. was juz feedback. but i sympathise with u, juz not enuff to make me start going GP. hey, i do attend the other lectures ok. *angelic smile* past few days, wat can i say ... mostly boring lor. as i was juz commenting to isaac juz now, my 04a1 class blog has 270 + posts. muahahaha. hm. but it juz shows how boring nowadays are. becoz during 1st 3 mths, we pon lessons alot and go out together frequently, so we have more things to tok about on the blog. but now, after mid years, the only thing we can tok about is how badly we have done. it's depressing =.=" shit lor ... am looking for a date or companion to my sec sch's concert at the esplanade, but ppl all saying that they have no interst in it. i wonder if it's me or the concert they are toking about. *dejected sigh* why ... why ... the common phrase i shall use is life sux i looked thro other ppl's blog and i marvel and am astounded at how nice they blogs are and the effects they create. but i dunno how to do those. muahahaha ... IT illiterate i am. i wonder why i m so proud of this fact. *confused* haha. to all those peeps that are suffering or snoozing thro the GP lect. u deserve it, sillies haha. oh. i m evil. how delightful. *maniacal laughter* ~alson by ~me~ at 12:35 PM ©
guys guanghui's bday just passed and no one knew!! alright his bday's the 21st of july. so those who haven done anything please go wish him. -isaac. your friendly neighbourhood webmaster by ~me~ at 10:49 PM ©
my advice to all you guys: its parents day on saturday, and if you are NOT one of the 5 lucky pple who "can be promoted", here is something nice from me to you guys dying is on the cards-> naturally. what can you do about such shit? dun panic over it. its gonna happen ANYWAY -alastair =p OH COME ON... IF ALSON IS NOT GAY, ALL GUYS IN 04A5 ARE GAY! by ~me~ at 2:22 AM ©
This was a real memo sent out by IBM to its employees in all seriousness. It went to all field engineers about a computer peripheral problem. The author of this memo composed it in all seriousness. Especially note the last couple of sentences. enjoy..... 'If a mouse fails to operate or should it perform erratically, it may need a ball replacement. Mouse balls are now available as FRU (Field Replacement Units). Because of the delicate nature of this procedure, replacement of mouse balls should only be attempted by properly trained personnel. > >Before proceeding, determine the type of mouse balls by examining the underside of the mouse. Domestic balls will be larger and harder than foreign balls. Ball removal procedures differ depending upon the manufacturer of the mouse. Foreign balls can be replaced using the pop off method. Domestic balls are replaced by using the twist off method. Mouse balls are not usually static sensitive. However, excessive handling can result in sudden discharge. > >Upon completion of ball replacement, the mouse may be used immediately. It is recommended that each person have a pair of spare balls for maintaining optimum customer satisfaction. Any customer missing his balls should contact the local personnel in charge of removing and replacing these necessary items. Please keep in mind that a customer without properly working balls is an unhappy customer.' by ~me~ at 1:55 AM ©
hey guys! cool idea having this class blog thingy! allows inexperieced bloggers like myself to 'blog' and bitch around... cool way to communicate too! the following 'balls' thingy is my first contribution to the world of blogging.. enjoy.. =D Alvin -=Mad Flanker=- by ~me~ at 1:53 AM ©
bleahz...it's not rubbish lolz...besides a blog is to relax one corner sia...if wanna make it so serious...then wat's the point of having one??? so keeping tt in mind...here's more "rubbish"... 1. At the movies: When you meet acquaintances/friends... Stupid Question:- Hey, what are you doing here? Answer:- Dont u know, I sell tickets back over here.. 2. In the bus: A heavy lady wearing pointed high-heeled shoes steps on your feet... Stupid Question:- Sorry, did that hurt? Answer:- No, not at all, I'm on local anesthesia..... why don't you try again. 3. At a funeral: One of the teary-eyed people ask... Stupid Question:- Why, why him, of all people. Answer:- Why? Would it rather have been you? 4. When a friend announces her wedding, and you ask... Stupid Question:- Is the guy you're marrying good? Answer:- No, he's a miserable wife-beating , insensitive lout...it's just the money. 5. When you get woken up at midnight by a phone call... Stupid Question:- Sorry. were you sleeping? Answer:- No. I was doing research on whether the Zulu tribes in Africa marry or not. You thought I was sleeping.... you dumb witted moron. 6. When you see a friend/colleague with evidently shorter hair... Stupid Question:- Hey have you had a haircut? Answer:- No, its autumn and I'm shedding...... 7. At the dentist when he's sticking pointed objects in your mouth... Stupid Question:- Tell me if it hurts? Answer:- No it wont. It will just bleed. 8. You are smoking a cigarette and a cute woman asks... Stupid Question:- Oh, so you smoke. Answ! er:- Gosh, it's a miracle ............it was a piece of chalk and now it's in flames!! by ~me~ at 11:56 PM ©
alrights it's good to see that so far nothing but rubbish has been posted up. maybe a class blog shld be some what more constructive, a place where no one posts yellow jokes( i'm sorry zhiyang try some porn site instead.) no one get's discrimminated(i.e, alson is gay). I mean, have u guys ever considered alson's feelings? quite frankly he must be quite devastated. not that i care anyway. maybe we shld update stuff on the blog like reminders and what not. if you're in the mood for smthing intriging den go ahead and blog abt smthing. alrights. Please help spread this blog thingy around to our classmates who still don't know abt it. if u have a personal blog feel free to link yourself. If u don't know how to do that, u can always leave ur add on the tag board and i'll be less than willing to help link u. but i'll do it anyway. aights cheers folks. -isaac by ~me~ at 1:14 AM ©
Her name was RoseRed roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died the roses were delivered to her door.The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.""My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.He always liked to do things early, way before the time.Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there. A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate.With the loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,The doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock.Then went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain,Why would someone do this to her causing her such pain? "I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,"The owner said, "I knew you'd call and you would want to know.""The flowers you received today were paid for in advance.""Your husband always planned ahead he left nothing to chance." "There is a standing order that I have on file down here,And he has paid well in advance. You'll get them every year.There also is another thing that I think you should know,He wrote a special little card ... he did this years ago." "Then should ever I find out that he's no longer here,That the card ... that should be sent to you the following year."She thanked him and hung up the phone her tears now flowing hard.Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note.Then as she stared in total silence this is what he wrote ..."Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone.I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome." "I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real.For if it was the other way I know how I would feel.The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.I loved you more than words can say. You were the perfect wife." "You were my friend and lover; you fulfilled my every need.I know it's only been a year but please try not to grieve.I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears.That is why the roses will be sent to you for years." "When you get these roses think of all the happinessThat we had together and how both of us were blessed.I have always loved you and I know I always will.But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still." "Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.I know it is not easy but I hope you find some ways.The roses will come every year and they will only stop,When your door's not answered when the florist stops to knock." "He will come five times that day in case you have gone out.But after his last visit he will know without a doubt,To take the roses to the place where I've instructed him,And place the roses where we are, together once again." -when u find someone whom u can live out the rest of your days with, hold on and never let go. Never stop thinking of her, never stop caring. Even when she had to leave, keep her always in your mind. Cause she'll always live in your heart. zhiyang by ~me~ at 9:59 PM ©
When do we start dying? I should say it's the second we are born. -zhiyang by ~me~ at 9:55 PM ©
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Memo to all students: To: All Students! In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from students, it will be our policy to keep all students well taught through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TEACHING (S.H.I.T.). We are trying to give our students more S.H.I.T. than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T. on the course, please see your lecturer. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our lecturers are especially skilled at seeing that you get all the S.H.I.T. you can handle. Students who don't take their S.H.I.T. will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T.). Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T. seriously will have to go to EDUCATIONAL ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T. S.H.I.T.). Since our lecturers took S.H.I.T. before they graduated, they don't have to do S.H.I.T. anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T. already. If you are full of S.H.I.T., you may be interested in a job teaching others. We can add your name to our BASIC UNDERSTANDING LECTURE LIST (B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T.). For students who are intending to pursue a career in management andconsulting, we will refer you to the department of MANAGERIAL OPERATIONAL RESEARCH EDUCATION (M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T.). This course emphasizes how to manage M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T. If you have further questions, please direct them to our HEAD OF TEACHING, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (H.O.T. S.H.I.T.). Thank you, BOSS IN GENERAL, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TEACHING (B.I.G. S.H.I.T.) PS. Now send this S.H.I.T. to 5 or more people who need S.H.I.T. in their life, just not the same person who sent you this S.H.I.T., they have already had their fill of S.H.I.T. Thank You for your time. Sincerely, The Director Under the Michigan Bureau of Super High Intensity Teaching. (The D.U.M.B. S.H.I.T.) alson =) ,my first contribution. by ~me~ at 2:45 PM ©
eh come on lah... have some creativity can? arts students leh... hahaha... i heard some strange news that 04A5 is the worst class in the cohort. Welcome To The Class Blog Of The Worst Class k lah dun joke liaoz... honestly you pple muz work hard k? if not all die oredi... tataz -alastair (yesh i am NOT dead... i am juz creeping around... muahahaz) the author is a crazy psycho who does not know what to do when typing his first ever blog entry in a class blog. for dunno whatever reason his is out of nanyang junior college and put into law & management class in temasek polytechnic. killing this author is apparently not a crime under the about-to-be-revised criminal penal code, for an undisclosed reason. by ~me~ at 5:22 AM ©
Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she sleptthrough the class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping,''Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?'' When Mary didn't stir, littleJohnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin andjabbed her in the rear. ''God Almighty !'' shouted Mary and the teachersaid, ''Very good'' and Mary fell back to sleep. A while later the teacher asked Mary, ''Who is our Lord and Savior?'' ButMary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to therescue and stuck her again. ''Jesus Christ!'' shouted Mary and the teachersaid, ''Very good,'' and Mary fell back to sleep. Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, ''What did Eve say to Adamafter she had her twenty-third child?'' And again, Johnny jabbed her withthe pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, ''If you stick that damnthing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!'' The Teacher fainted. -zhiyang cheers by ~me~ at 6:54 PM ©
hey hey wat's up....haha glad we have a class blog now!!! haha everyone mus come see ya...haha in library wif yishen and ah ba now..they studying i doing pw...guai rite??? haha continue to post!!! -zhiyang by ~me~ at 6:35 PM ©
yes suckers this the season to be jolly lalalalalalalala. alson and clarence and isaac and marvin and whoever not mentioned created this blog outta boredom. so feel free to bitch/rant here. it's free. courtesy of blogger® by ~me~ at 4:03 PM ©
Hey Shit happens. A simple phrase to illustrate the hard facts of life, such a poignant sharp depiction of the problem that was downfallen the victims and hightens the players of such a random scheme. Life is unfair. Live with it sucker. Take Alson for example, very ugly, has the IQ of a squashed orange and is the physical representation of gayhood, but it realises that Shit happens, but he stills carries on with his totally meaningless life. I admire such courage, such willpower such ignorance. Respect. See even in such grim periods he earns some positive merits. Shit happens but not all the time, take joy. Marvin by ~me~ at 10:37 AM ©
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