Monday, February 28, 2005


I want a...

- love life
- social life
- life
- pet raven
- pet wolf
- crossbow
- lightsaber

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Really retarded

Here's a really disturbing event that happened not too long ago.
Some retard sms-ed me one night.
I'm typing exactly what he/she wrote, so if there are spelling mistakes, blame him/her.

?: Wana chat?

Me: Who are you?

?: Is tat rick?

Me: No.

?: Can i knw whos tis;)

Me: I asked you who you are first.

?: Maran.

(So this person claims to be Maran. My classmates say it's an Indian name)

Me: Who gave you my number?

Maran: Sori wrong turn;)

Me: What's wrong turn?

Maran: Notin! Anyway whos tis? Don mind?

Me: I'm not telling you who I am until you tell me who gave you my number.

Maran: Nobody.Actually wild guss. 2 make e patner;) don mind?

(This guy must be stupid to think a complete stranger would be his partner just like that, especially a male one. And look at his English. I hesitated for a while, thinking of what to say)

(Surprisingly, this guy seemed to be desperate to make friends and messaged me again)

Maran: R u there? I told u e truth?

(Who makes a statement with a question mark?)

Me: I've already saved your number. If this is some sick joke then tell me it is and leave me alone. If not then tell me your full name and what school you come from.

Maran: I m sori i never knw tat u r student! I really gat e wrong person! Bye!

I didn't reply, but I wouldn't let someone off like that so easily. One day I'm gonna prank call him.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

Not really a joke

Q: What do you call an idiot who thinks that there is band practice on a Saturday morning, finds out there isn't, goes to Central's S-11 to eat nasi lemak and drink bandung, then walks around aimlessly, feels like crapping and goes to MacDonald's to do so and suddenly decides not to, goes to his house's nearest seven-eleven to check to see if this month's Playworks has arrived, then walks around again, buys Milo from a vending machine and has a love affair with it for five minutes while walking aimlessly and decides to go back up the lift to his house, altogether wasting $4.40 and one and a half hours of his worthless pathetic life?


I know. I'm such a loser.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Not another one!

Here's another chicken joke.

Q: Why did the chicken dash across the road real quick?
A: Because the Colonel was chasing it.

It's not even funny, man...

Friday, February 04, 2005

Holy crap...

My blog screwed, so I had to delete it and create it again. Anyway, here's another crappy joke.

Q: Why DIDN'T the chicken cross the road?
A: Because the one that tried to get to the other side got run down by a car.

Oh, crap. When will this crap end?