Another IMPRESSYOURFRIENDSWITHUNKNOWNBANDS entry

Guys!

This is the direction of new wave. Screw ambient electronica trance shit. This is the direction post-alternative music should be heading to. And it comes in the form of American band Against Me!. The exclamation mark is part of their name.

And as far as my impressyourfriendswithunknownbands.com bands go, some of you might actually like this one.

This is Against Me! with Thrash Unreal.

Dead inside... now outside

Firstly, playing hockey with 10 men is really not funny, especially when you're up against a bunch of guys who are mostly in NS - being at their fittest level. Also thanks to Faliq, who said "Eh bring my stick. I might be a bit late." but didn't even turn up at all. Why? Because he was busy with frisbee at Sengkang. Seriously, wtf. Basically they could just outrun us la. Towards the end, we could all see how unfit we were, some really too tired to track back. Yeah, I was one of them, nampaksah. I realised I run a lot more in hockey than I do in soccer, even though that's not saying much. Towards the end, or what I initially thought was the end, I almost cramped up both my calves. The right one was when I was chasing a guy back, then when I felt the pull, I decided to just jog then walk. Hahaha. The left one was when I got the ball and tried to run with it, so I passed it off immediately. When they wanted to play a 4th period, I thought they were crazy la. I could barely catch my breath but ya. LUCKILY they cancelled it.

The weird thing was that I suddenly had stitches later at night when I was with Zat and Suff, walking to the pasar malam. I seriously don't know how. Stitches, and my chest aching a bit. I really thought I was gonna collapse and die or something. That's not so bad actually. When I woke up this morning, my whole body was aching like OMG! My back, butt and thighs, wtf. I can't walk properly now, thanks man. Well now I'm dead all over ah.

Transformers madness

TOWNS celebrate the fantastic movie 'Revenge Of The Fallen' by having our own autonomous robotic organism faction. Enjoy.

based on our official logo

Vaishakenamanamana And The Cupcake of Dhoom

Many thanks to my good friend Doralin for helping in the conception of this story

It is 10:21 am in Mumbai.

The Sun was starting to impose itself on the day, and it burned down on Dei, Building Da Building. As its name suggests, Dei, Building Da Building is... well, a building. Numerous offices are housed in it, including Papa's Papadum, an international papadum conglomerate, and the Indian Privateers, Mercenaries and Agents Network (better known as IPMAN) headquarters (better known as HQ).

In the IPMAN's director's office, their head honcho and their best agent were conversing.

"I have a huge mission for you," said the director. He was a stout, thickly-bearded man. His name struck terror in his enemies. It was Arghabubu, or Bubu to his friends. "A very huge mission," Bubu emphasised.

"HAH!" came the cocky reply. Cocky replies were the trademark of Vaishakenamanamana - IPMAN's best agent, a tall, skinny mass of street smarts, arrogance and all-round cool, along with a thick moustache that curls at one side. It was like a very deformed Nike Swoosh, but not. So no legal trademark issues there. As if to prove his cockiness beyond any doubt, Vaishakenamanamana proudly proclaimed, "Dei Bubu, I already have a very huge mission in my pants da!"

Bubu ignored this comment and pressed on. "The Cupcake of Dhoom was stolen!" Bubu had said this with much gesticulation and dramatic effect.

Obviously, this was done to evoke some sort of dramatic, surprised response from Vaishakenamanamana, but he stood there, unblinking. "You know if it's just a cupcake, you can always get a new one. I know of a lot of bakeries in our district - "

"NO! NO! NO!" Bubu interjected. "You pandi! It's not just any cupcake! It's the Cupcake of Dhoom!"

That was when Bubu broke into song and dance.

"The Cupcake of Dhoom is not just any cupcake," Bubu sang. "It's not something your average Indian baker can bake." He did an intricate dance move that mimicked putting bread into an oven. Then he started shaking his hand, as though he accidentally touched the metal grill of an oven. "The Cupcake of Dhoom gives great power to he who owns it." At that moment, several female back-up dancers appear out of nowhere, making the director's office awfully crowded. They stomp towards Bubu, looking incensed. Bubu quickly sang, "Or she who owns it, to be politically correct and non-sexist."

The back-up dancers dispersed, and Bubu was free to sing to Vaishakenamanamana again. "Oh Vaishakenamanamana, listen to me," Bubu sang with pleading voice and eyes. "If he who has it consumes it, tomorrow afternoon at three; Then the world will be in a situation worse than Pooja's Chapati." This was indeed a bad situation. Pooja's Chapati was a restaurant that was dank, run-down, unlit (they were unable to pay 4 months' worth of utilities bills) and infested with vermin. Its chapatis had a flavour and look that was in sync with the general theme of the restaurant.

"And the person who has it is..." Bubu made a dramatic dance move that exuded a dark, sinister element. "Uner Arinum!"

Vaishakenamanamana held back a yawn. "You couldn't have just talked this out with me?" And after a pause, "So where can I find Uner Arinum?"

And Bubu told him.

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It was 30 minutes to three in the afternoon the following day. I could have said it was 2:30 pm, but that wouldn't be staying true to the long-winded Bollywood nature of this text now would it?

Look.

Vaishakenamanamana was hurtling towards a door that led into the interior of a warehouse. He found himself in a wide storage room. In the middle of it, he saw Uner Arinum.

Uner Arinum was a criminal mastermind unrivaled in all of Mumbai an in parts of New Delhi. She - yes Uner Arinum was a woman! Who said Indian women couldn't be criminal masterminds? Sexists, all of you!

I digress.

Uner Arinum was a tall, thin woman with piercing eyes, clad in a purple saree. She was famous for The Indian Job, a heist similar to The Italian Job. Only, instead of being set in Italy, it was set in Calcutta. And instead of millions of dollars being stolen, millions of muruku were stolen.

When Vaishakenamanamana barged into the warehouse, she was sitting, staring intently at the cupcake she would consume in half an hour.

"Ah, Vaishakenamanamana," she said, rising from her seat. "I was wondering when you'd drop in."

"Ah, Uner Arinum," Vaishakenamanamana said, matching his nemesis' tone. "I was wondering when you'd get plastic surgery." Indeed, Uner Arinum had a face only a blind mother would love.

"Mock me all you want, Agent Vaishakenamanamana - God your name is a mouthful - but you can't stop me once I eat the sacred Cupcake of Dhoom!" As the sareed woman said this, she held the Cupcake of Dhoom aloft, her expression haughty, as though she was carrying a cupcake of immense power.

"The only thing you'll be eating is my crap!" exclaimed Vaishakenamanamana.

The IPMAN agent then started dancing, accompanying it with a song of deep and subtle meaning.

Vaishakenamanamana put his fingers together, and brought his hand up towards his mouth - the Indian gesture for eating.

"Hey you," he sang. "Eat my crap."

He then swiftly leapt towards Uner Arinum and grabbed the Cupcake of Dhoom. Doing so, the Cupcake fell to his lap. He gestured to the cupcake and sang, "Cos I got the cupcake here on my lap."

He repeated his first dance move. "So eat my crap," he repeated in sing-song.

Suddenly, a large group of Indian women in sarees appeared behind him, mimicking the eating gesture/dance move. "So eat his crap," they chorused.

Feeling indignant about being told to eat someone else's crap, Uner Arinum tried her best to come up with a comeback, but it wouldn't come. She moved her feet as though to begin a dance, but she accidentally stepped on her saree and fell forward.

"Argh, fuckface murtabak!" she cursed as she planted her face into the floor. The poor Indian criminal mastermind (not so) subsequently fainted.

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"Vaishakenamanamana, I want to congratulate you on a job brilliantly done," said Arghabubu to his best agent when the latter got back to HQ.

"It was nothing," came the trademark cocky reply. "I turned Uner Arinum upside down. All in a day's work."

"Not really," Arghabubu corrected the younger man. "You still have to write the report. That is part of your day's work."

"Dei! Fuck da!"

Reflection... sial..

I was thinking, again, as usual. I think I think too much. Hahaha, that's actually quite funny. But really really, I feel that I have so little faith in stuff I do that it makes me really suck at it, at times. Except for soccer la, I think I'm good at it (this is where all the "isap la Nas" will come out, definitely). I'm sure you guys know how sometimes before you do something, you will think first right. Then you won't know whether you're doing the right thing or not. In the not-exactly-accurate-words (I really can't remember what she said) of Lily Aldrin, "You won't know if you're doing a mistake if you don't actually do it. You will realise it's a mistake if you actually make that mistake. bla bla bla mistakes mistakes.. bla bla.." For me, with all the 'knowing our luck' and shit, I really think I will do the wrong thing no matter what I choose. So perhaps I should actually think less and just do it, or maybe not think at all. There are only 2 possibilities anyway - succeed or fail. I guess I need to remember, there's nothing to lose (although I think there are). I suppose I should just do it, at least I won't be regretting and going "Damn it! If I'd known it'll work, I'd have done it." But since I'll never know what'll work, might as well just do it. If it fails, then too bad, at least I've tried.

*Lily Aldrin - character from How I Met Your Mother, played by Alyson Hannigan

A Very Difficult Question

Okay guys answer truthfully:

Hanging out and fighting alongside Optimus Prime, or sex with Megan Fox?

I choose hanging out and fighting alongside Optimus Prime. Serious satays, with hand actions.

What do you choose?

I'm here for your help Samad

Transformers. Linkin Park. Megan 'The Man' Fox. Samad. The best part, watching with the SJIM/A. Nuff said (always wanted to say that)

But for some people, it won't be the highlight of their day. Right Zat? HEE HEE.

Isap

I'm posting this on behalf of Zal. It's for the Bangkok trip I think. So Zat, pls check this site out. After you read, explain it to Zal. Apparently he thinks you won't bother about his tag, and he's very busy so ya.

http://www.moh.gov.sg/mohcorp/default.aspx#hqo

Zal to Zat : Zat, kau tak boleh harap. I will contact Jetstar and see what they/we can do.

Gather ye rose buds while ye may

Whats the point of living life if you hold back? Why bother thinking too much about the future, worried about your actions and letting the present go past you? Lately, I've been guilty of that. I've been so preoccupied with what might be that I have been an abject figure of myself.

I've never been someone who lived life with reckless abandonment. The only thing which has ever all consumed me, made me feel anger, joy and despondency to extremes has been fencing. I would be all quiet before a game but when I'm on the piste, I would be the loudest one in the hall. I so miss that.

Now, I feel that I've mellowed down. Its not so much as who I am as a person, but my actions, being constricted. But lately, I've felt more alive, more adventurous. And right now, at this point in time, I feel like the shackles and bolts have finally been removed. It feels quite liberating.

"As soon as you're born you start dying. So you might as well have a good time." I think i better. The way I've been crossing roads lately, its just a matter of time before I get hit by a car.

Mike Check, Mike Check

I want to write about somebody who is not a spanner.

She might not be someone you'd think I would fall for. But let me just reveal one aspect of the faceted longing I have for this girl.

Last night, I made a list of 24 things I like about her. 24 things about her that make me happy.

And then when I got home I made a list of 24 things I can do to make her happy.

And it flowed as easily as making that first 24-things-I-like-about-her-list.

HEE HEEE (Aizat-style giggle)

Reminiscing Sial! Part 2

It has been a while since any pictures were posted so its probably about time for the second series of Reminiscing Sial!

The next set of pictures I'm going to share is one of my more vivid experiences and I would really like to think that this was THE period that made me a better man. Some of you all might disagree but seriously, that is your seluardalam.

I never once envisioned myself as an Officer. It was always the case of crossing the bridge when it comes. Whatever that I was in I try to give my best and whatever that comes along with it I'll try to take it in my stride. That's just the way I am, not overly ambitious. So when 9 months of OCS training came to an end, the feeling was overwhelming. I'll always remember the day, March 11 2007.

You cant spot me here but this was my contingent. Everyone looks damn kilat in their no. 1. Settle seh.

Presenting to you, Mr Ever-Present-For-TL-Matches Russell Perreira as Parade Commander. Seriously man, respect for performing the job so admirably. But seriously also, wake up and come down for our matches next time.

I wouldn't want to say this is my proudest moment because I would like to have more proud moments in the future. But this definitely has to be up there. I teared but ya

See that blooming idiot with his hands up in the air. That was me. I really cannot put into words how it felt when the announcer presented us as newly commissioned officers. The emotions just took over. It was surreal

Members datang, thanks guys.

I remembered this moment very clearly. It was my uncle who asked, "Where's Aisyah?" and these were our awkward reactions caught on camera. Nazir and I tried to look away, Nas was hungry so he ate his finger but Mus's face was priceless. It was like everybody was embarassed by a simple innocent question. Having girls in our lives back then was alien to us so that explained it. Now also ah but ya.

As usual Suff was running around the parade talking to familiar faces. He came later to pass me a special letter. Kiiiiii kiiiiiiii

We then went back to our bunks for the last time. This was pretty much the room that I stayed in. The guy there is my buddy, I really couldnt have asked for a better one.

Haha bet you didnt know this but there was a Fiona Xie shrine on our noticeboard. Nazir must have wished he was there. It was the first thing that we saw when we enter the room. That and fixtures of the EPL season. Babes and Soccer, what more do you want seh.

And lastly, these were the pictures that helped me through the difficult times. The 3 pillars of my life back then from left to right ; Satay, Family and Friends.


Those were tough times man, good times.

But ya So ya

Seriously la. I was like the one who, when i walked home with Zat or chilling with Mus at that god forsaken busstop (mini-Malaysia), would publicly declare that "Tis better to have liked and lost than never to have liked at all". Or something about, "Please test me la. Give me something and take it away". Yala, now here is your chance. Belo.

Ask for something and you get it. Now that I have it, I don't want it. Ok, I can't say I don't want it but I am just resigned to my fate. I find it kinda funny. Ironic even. But what to do. Like Suff always rattles on, "Never try never know". Then Mus will say, "After you try you still don't know". Isap bodoh.

So I'll just try, be myself and hope for the best.

But ya. So ya.

A Couple of Silat photos

Sorry to displace your post so soon Nas, but before Faliq like posts again (you know his lightningsss speedsss right), I just have to write mine.

Usually when I see a hello with her satay, I'll go, "Ah, why is she with him but ya." Or Zat would go, "Syukur".

Its not everyday that I see two people who really look good together ah. But I just came across a picture, and these two look quite intip.

Anyways, I'm gonna post pictures from our outing to NTU to watch Raf silat. Or rather, watch her come out of the hall, telling us that she just lost. I won't say whose fault it is la, but if a certain east sider gets lost in Jurong Point and a certain west sider leaves his house like 30 mins after the stipulated time, maybe la, just maybe we won't be on time. But thats what I think anyway. Do you get the raf, i mean rough idea zat?

Thats Raf and Iman, eh ye ke, holding Suff's besok baru habis M&Ms

The first of many pictures in which Suff had proper pics taken of him. Who, was Zat looking at? Probably the camera woman.

Awww, isn't he cute? Isap bodoh.

Suff is at it again. I was just minding my own business. If this one I kena muka merepek, I'll just give up la ok.

Just a couple standing around. I mean a couple of people.

Wondering when we could leave.

According to Raf, she has another silat competition 'later'. Her later is in July. But I won't be the one inviting you guys for that. Maybe Zat or Nas la will do it. If we do watch it with them, we won't have our drivers, they might be busy travelling to the east side for god knows what. Like my friend Nas, going Tanah Merah all, seriously not giving a damn if we were there or not. hahah, classic wave of the hand.

So ya but ya.

Today I have to write

It's been quite a while since I've written an entry. I can't keep up with Faliq's pace of posting entries, that will just kill me. I'm supposed to have tuition at 1130, but the kid pushed to 12, which is good coz I woke up at 11. I still don't get how people can sleep beyond this time until 2 or 3, eh Nazir.
Ok, this is be a bit isap ah, but I feel different when I woke up just now. I feel lifeless and lazy to do anything actually (standard ah Nas). But really really, and it's not about what you guys think it is. This is just different, somehow I can't feel anything bout that thing that you guys think. I've no idea what's happening but ya, it just feels weird that I'm really not thinking about that thing. Maybe aku dah gila, or maybe dah habis cerita.

But who is more gila, me or Rafa? I just read on soccernet - Liverpool close in on Pompey's Johnson for £18m. WTF la. Is he worth that much? Like seriously, Rafa has done it again la, a stupid buy. I was expecting a more Torres-like signing ah, as the first big buy, but what a total letdown. In the words of Suff, "nabei cak deng-deng".

And one more thing ah, our TL game this weekend is at Sembawang Sec, not Deyi Sec.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

It has been more than a week since I lost my grandma. This entry is dedicated to her.

What a week. I am still mourning the passing of my grandma. The regrets I felt when I first lost her have receded. I don't have the strength and will to recount the exact details. All I can say is that I'm happy that the whole family, from daughters, sons, grandchildren and great-grandchildren were there with her all the way, till she took her last breath. She had a peaceful death and I am very thankful for that.

I bawled like a baby. I've never cried so hard before. I cried till tears would fall down no more. I think its time that I close this chapter of my life and move on. Closed but never forgotten. Everything is intricately linked, somewhere or another.

What I'm gonna write might sound weird, but I wrote this down while I was sitting outside her room, after the doctor told us she was too far gone and it was only a matter of time before she passed on.

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Only on a deathbed can you see familiar faces. People who were once part of your live, faded away, just to reappear again.

It is only during this moment, a moment so dark and bleak, do you see someone for who they are.

Thoughts of a dying believer.

I used to believe in everything gold and true. But Frost once wrote, Nothing gold can stay. Johnny died. Pony cried.
Nothing gold can stay. Is this about me? Well it should be because I am implicated in it. What do I feel? Regret, pain, anger and a tinge of happiness. People with different reasons, a common goal. Promise between a son and a mother. Regret of a daughter. Dreams of a grandson, gone. So the queen falls.

The phone calls left unanswered. Not even wanting to say hello. Too preoccupied. Seize the day. How true. How true. You never know. I've always dismissed those thoughts. But, you will only understand, appreciate, empathize, when it happens to you. That's the sad thing but messages that are so true, a lesson that can only be learnt when its values cannot be applied. Nothing good ever happens to me. Scrap that. Negative aura. This is so pathetic.

I will never be totally at peace with it but I've come to accept that my grandma will go. A regret that I will never forget. A wrong which I can never right.

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I'll miss her and never forget her. I'm just very thankful that my loss has made people, like Zat, appreciate their love ones more than they already do. So Nani, this is it. I will look back on the fond memories we had together and keep to my end of our promise. Will always love you.

-Nazir

Survivor

It's back.

Utter ramblings

There is something terribly wrong with me. I, Mohamed Nazir, have been waking up early in the morning for the past 2 days. But ya. So ya.

Zat: Sorry about the joke I made yesterday. Can't wait for the latest edition of "The Greatest Love story of 2009".

Mus: I share secrets with you, not lies. The chat we had yesterday, albeit tiring, was entirely refreshing. Thanks.

Nas: You know whatever it is, I'll be there by your side. I've learnt from my last mistake. The 17th Convention forever.

Suff: Intip ke per gang. Please get your phone fixed so that I can actually meet you on a regular basis. The jokes, the laughs, I need it.

Finally after a week, all of us were together again. I make a week sound long but I can't help it. I love you guys. Shoot me now.

A quite interesting story(I think)

In one of the rare occasions where a story could be considered interesting today, it has been confirmed that Cristiano Ronaldo is finally going to Real Madrid.

Funny enough, I didnt have any strong reactions upon hearing it. The news couldnt be considered a surprise as it has been going on for a year now. But immediately, I could still see that there will still be life at Man Utd beyond his exit. No one can doubt his immense talent and what a tremendous asset he is to the team but great players have came and gone in the past yet Man U have a knack of rebuilding teams and unearthing another diamond in the rough.

Maybe it can come in the form of a new excellent signing but more realistically, it gives the existing players a platform to shine. And none can fit this description more than Wayne Rooney, the man who has been living in Ronaldo's shadows in the past. This is the time for fans to give recognition to the man who never seeks the limelights, but does his job for the team selflessly with full-blooded determination and undying loyalty.

Some might say that Ronaldo's exit is a disaster. I would like to think otherwise.
Then again some might say that this is a very interesting story, the 17 Convention would like to think otherwise.

Aku MAKA. (patu nangis)

I'm at a lost for words. I have no idea what to say. This pain, its just unbearable. It hurts so much.

You'll forever be in my heart. I love you so much. Bye Nani. Take care. Minta maaf la Nani, kalau Nazir buat salah.

My Night Life...For Now

I wanna cut down on clubbing and partying, but everytime I look at these pictures, I totally forget. Watanabei.















Okay but after this I have to stop going to Zirca and start going to the surau.

Feedback

Today I was on the phone with my tutee's mum, this primary 4 girl named Ally. She is seriously cute and adorable la. As in really really. Anyways, the mum was like asking me for feedback and stuff, like if her daughter should continue at Mercu, should she go to some group study thingie and learn to interact with people (Ally is very demure and quiet). I really had no answer to her questions. I wanted to say, "I am only 23 and I seriously don't know but ya". Instead, I just told her to let Ally continue and see what happens.

That just reminded me of how much I love teaching. The interacting with the students, talking to parents, seeing the results they achieve (but with the way I teach, there hasn't been an improvement ah). But seriously, I really miss my time teaching at Fajar. Maybe I was just lucky cos I had a terrific bunch of students. Students who would tell me about their intips when I was supposed to be teaching some Sex education thingie in class. Students who would say sorry to me after I like stormed out of class, throwing my jacket on the floor all. A class who would get ready to throw paper balls at me while I was writing some nonsense on the white board. The shouts, the screams, the hugs and kisses, I miss them all.

I just hope that each of us can find our true calling in life. Suff writing a best seller, Mus showcasing his designs in the Milan Runway, Faliq designing a new engine for Ferrari, Zal creating the new facebook, Wan finally finding people who appreciate his jokes, Zat opening up his Ramly Franchise (Ramly!) and Nas will be surrounded by hellos all the time.
So ya but ya.

I'm back.

I've just landed from Turkey at 0500h this morning, so I decided to post an entry after so long. ISAP BODOH!. It's been so long I wrote an entry that people might believe I'm already mam-post (mampus = dead). Anyway Nazir, you can tell that Michelle Tertelan-iceberg that NASRUDDIN is back.

Sorry Nazir, I know you're damn happy all, I don't intend to steal your thunder or what. I just got my attachment results dok. Well, I obviously didn't get Keppel coz I wasn't even shortlisted for the interview. I was quite surprised I got my 2nd choice though, which is ST Aerospace.

Name: Mohammad Nasruddin Bin Baharudin
NRIC / Passport No.: S8635463B
Eligibility for IA: Likely Eligible and allocated
Attachment Period: 6 JUL 2009 to 5 DEC 2009 ( 22 weeks )
Name (code): Singapore Technologies Aerospace Ltd (00161)
Attachment Location: 540 Airport Road Paya Lebar S(539938)
Field (code): Engineering Mechanics (1)
Work Nature (code): A/C Maint,Rel & Overhaul (9)
Programme Objective (code): Improvement on ARTX (0422)

Ok, I don't know what exactly I'll be doing la, but who cares. There's one small problem ah, Airport Road Paya Lebar. QUAY. That's like where seh. Now that I think about it, that's damn far ah. Besok then I reach home I think. You guys don't have to worry, I'll still be posting entries and meeting you guys often. I won't be like some other guy who's doing some illegal attachment work, sometimes going overseas all.

Gossipppp Girlllllll

I seriously love Gossip girl man. Its like the best show ever. The best. Ok not the best ever but the best right now. Currently.



Anyways, I've always been a Blair fan. Granted Serena (Serena eh) is also hello, Blair is like so wow. Especially last season when she said, "Haven't you heard? I'm the crazy bitch around here".

I thought that was like the coolest line ever. Nothing could top that. But then, that day while I was supposed to be studying for my papers, I could not resist the temptation and I watched like 4 episodes of Gossip Girl. Brilliant I tell you, absolutely brilliant. I went "Ooh", "Ahhh", "Oh yeah", all in one episode.

To top everything off, Micheal Trachtenberg is back. She is also wow. Like wow. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And guess what? She gave like the line to top Blair's line.
"Well, you can tell Jesus the Bitch Is Back".



Quay man. Quay. I am so in love with her.

OK I better stop. I sound damn off but I am seriously like damn happy. As in really really ecstatic over the moon want to smile at people all the time happy. I think cos school is about to end and I can finally do all the stuff I want to do.

And and and. I was telling Nas. I am also happy or rather thankful, that I have great friends like you guys! HUGS!

(Please don't judge me. I am just happy!)

MAKA

Keeping in line with the theme, I'll just post something I wrote a few years back. I don't know why I added Alanis Morisette all. I edited some stuff. You guys should remember this. Back in the days, before we had MAKA, I had this.

"Suff you free?" Oh sorry for disturbing.

Is you free? Some stuff eh. Ok nvm nvm. Its ok.

Zat you free? Oh busy eh. Ok ok.

Mus you free? *The number you've dialled is currently unavailable. Please try again*

Nas you free? "Hey Nas, where are....." *line goes dead*

Jeff Probst" And the winner of Survivor 4 is: 50 bucks if you can guess who? Sad

Happy but sad. Ambivalence? Alanis Morisette says is best.

Classic la.