tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58148492011-04-22T07:23:15.826+08:00I see stupid people. They dont know they're stupid. Not until they see this, that is... this blog is meant to ridicule any and everyone i dont like. students, teachers, anyone. If you see your name here, run. Please dont enjoy.mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1064832964472951492003-09-29T18:56:00.000+08:002003-09-29T18:56:03.833+08:00wah lau my form teach took down the url of my blog. now thw only thing i can do is spite her. spitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespitespite. <br /> <br />now lok at mine horible grammertical and speeling error. <br /> <br />Crap. exams. com studies sux. i havent learnt a thing except 4 how 2 copy code off online chs and... uh... thats all i can manage. for now. my short term goal is to be able to listen to the teacher. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106483296447295149?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1064484181645678242003-09-25T18:03:00.000+08:002003-09-25T18:03:01.740+08:00I wun b putting posts on either this or YJ blog 4 a while cos of exams. mebbe jus the yj blog, once in 3 or 4 daes. Whoo i superimposed yj's ooglay face on those holograms in beyblade thingies. if u wanna see the results, jus ask me for a pic.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106448418164567824?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-10642204360640862003-09-22T16:47:00.000+08:002003-09-22T16:47:15.546+08:002dae a new phenomenon of science happened. a chair underwent diffusion. it might sound crazy, but it happened. As we all noe, yj's space between ears is a place of super low-level concentration, so it wud b logical 4 an item (i.e. chair) to move form a place of higher concentration (floor) to a place of lower concentration (space between yjs ears) and since that space is a space of such low concentration, he actually swallowed the chair due to the increased speed of the chair attributed to the increased rate of diffusion. Hard to understand? Dont b embarrassed to ask on the hard stuff.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-1064220436064086?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1064046785893858272003-09-20T16:33:00.000+08:002003-09-20T16:33:24.793+08:00Wah lau... SLC 2dae... AND I BROUGHT MY SCIENCE FILE INSTEAD OF MY SLC PORTFOLIO!!! WAD THE FUCK! So basically the time was spent repeating things. <br /> <br />Parents: So what are your ambitions academically? <br />Me: 2 MSG. <br />Parents: Ok. <br />Me: So... <br />Parents: Alright... <br />Me: Yah... <br />Parents: So what do you hope to gain? <br />Me: 2 MSG <br />Parents:Ok. <br />Me: So... <br />Parents: Alright... <br />Me: Yah... <br /> <br />Whoa... YJ took like a whole bottle of laxative 2dae. In other words, he tokked a lot. A lot for a person who was only born cos laxative was 50% off that day. He was one of the only 2 ppl hu tokked 4 over 30 mins. Nex yr, i'll commit suicide.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106404678589385827?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1063972957156448112003-09-19T20:02:00.000+08:002003-09-19T20:02:37.283+08:00Whoo. Idiots are easily infuenced. I say a phrase, n they tinkits the new "in" thing. take 4 example wad happened 2dae... <br /> <br />YJ: I'm smart. <br />Me: Reeeeally lor... <br />YJ: It's true... uh... lor... yah lor. <br />Me: Wads with the "lor"? <br />YJ: Nothing lor... <br />Me: ook... <br />Eminem: Yo! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! <br />YJ: Exactly fuck! <br />Me: I dun think its used that way... <br />YJ: Wad are you talking about fuck? <br />Me: Never mind... <br />Chih Jiang: BEYBLADE!!!! BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE BEYBLADE! <br />YJ: I rock...BEYBLADE!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106397295715644811?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1063873545806660202003-09-18T16:25:00.000+08:002003-09-18T20:35:04.443+08:00Visit the new age sensitive guy's blog at lyj-the-weird-one.blogspot.com. You will find it entertaining, pointless and stupid. But it will make you immortal and widen your demographical appeal. <br /> <br />Nehow, i had oral exam 2dae. it sucked. a basic summary of my exam wud go like dis: <br /> <br />Me: Good morning Tan <br />Mrs. Tan: MRS Tan. <br />Me: Aw shucks. There's no need to call me that... by the way i forgot whether you're married so i guess i'll just use "madam" <br />Mrs. Tan: Are you saying i look old? <br />Me: Well, now that you metion it... <br />Mrs. Tan: Shut up and read. <br />Me: ok fuzzy. If you wanna check your BMI... <br />Mrs. Tan: skip it. Now for the interview. <br />Me: ok fuzzy <br />Mrs. Tan: So, you wrote this poem yourself? <br />Me: Yah. <br />Mrs. Tan: Really? <br />Me: Yah. <br />Mrs. Tan: Really? <br />Me: Yah. <br />Mrs. Tan: Really? <br />Me: Yah. <br />Mrs. Tan: Really? <br />Me: Yah. <br />Mrs. Tan: Really? <br />Me: Yah. <br />Mrs. Tan: Really? <br />Me: Yah. <br />Mrs. Tan: Really? <br />Me: Yah. Can i get CPs for that? <br />Mrs. Tan: nope. And by the way, out of sixty, you got negative 2. I took 3 points away for irritating me. <br />Me: Really? <br />Mrs. Tan: STOP IT! <br />Me: Damn, homey! <br /> <br />N i had 2 read out my poem in class 2 practice 4 that. Lamer than a goliath spider eating pepperoni on a warm summer's day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106387354580666020?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1063786418146858552003-09-17T16:13:00.000+08:002003-09-17T16:13:38.096+08:00craaaaaaaap. tmr got oral exam. and examiner is the assistant head of consortium or sumthin like tt. but i can at least be sure tt SOMEONE will do worse than me... <br /> <br />*Yingjie's Oral Examination* <br />YJ:Hello. <br />Mrs Tan: Excuse me, but could you greet me properly? <br />YJ: Sorry lah. Yo. What is in the upward direction, doot? <br />Mrs Tan: EXCUSE ME? <br />YJ: haha *squeak* haha *squeak* haha *squeak* haha *squeak* haha *squeak* haha *squeak* <br />Mrs Tan: Show your teacher some RESPECT. Now hand me a hard copy of your poem. <br />YJ: STOP TRYING TO STEAL MY POEM! <br />Mrs Tan: I need it for reference. <br />YJ: Yah right. <br />Mrs Tan: GIVE IT TO ME!!! <br />Gollum: She wantssssss it, my Precious. But sssssshe will not havessssssss it. no... <br />YJ's brain (who has just entered the room): GIVE IT TO HER! <br />YJ: Ok lah... <br /> <br />It wud take 4eva 2 document the whole process. it would take longer than the whole series of Days of Our Lives or Zhen1 Qing2. But on a lighter note, ive discovered y diabetes occurs <br /> <br />Diabetes: The disease in which all the insulin (proteins which get rid of excess sugar) decide to act like Chih Jiang (pron. "Chee-Fuck", refer to urbandictionary.com) and never do work for the rest of their lives. <br /> <br />On tt note, id like 2 leave n study 4 the exam.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106378641814685855?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1063695343967264622003-09-16T14:55:00.000+08:002003-09-16T15:03:40.640+08:00By now, sum ff u ppl wud b wondering wad "damn, homey!" means. Other wud b thinkin "What am I going to have for lunch?" But instead ff explainin in detail, im jus gonna do this: <br /> <br />damn <br /> <br />\Damn\ (d[a^]m), v. t. [imp. & p. p. Damned (d[a^]md or d[a^]m"n[e^]d); p. pr. & vb. n. Damning (d[a^]m"[i^]ng or d[a^]m"n[i^]ng).] [OE. damnen dampnen (with excrescent p), OF. damner, dampner, F. damner, fr. L. damnare, damnatum, to condemn, fr. damnum damage, a fine, penalty. Cf. Condemn, Damage.] 1. To condemn; to declare guilty; to doom; to adjudge to punishment; to sentence; to censure. <br /> <br />He shall not live; look, with a spot I damn him. --Shak. <br /> <br />2. (Theol.) To doom to punishment in the future world; to consign to perdition; to curse. <br /> <br />3. To condemn as bad or displeasing, by open expression, as by denuciation, hissing, hooting, etc. <br /> <br />You are not so arrant a critic as to damn them [the works of modern poets] . . . without hearing. --Pope. <br /> <br />Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer. --Pope. <br /> <br />Note: Damn is sometimes used interjectionally, imperatively, and intensively. <br /> <br /> <br />hom·ey2 ( P ) Pronunciation Key (hm) <br />n. Slang <br />A homeboy or homegirl. <br /> <br />Go figure. Nehow do any of u ever wonder why teachers like 2 pile 782,326,194 essays on students n expect them in tmr? They dun hav 2. Here is a typical dae in the classroom... <br /> <br />Ms Tan over long distance (upward) telephone: HERE ARE 782,326,194 ESSAYS. PLEASE HAND THEM IN TOMORROW OR ELSE NO TIMED ASSIGNMENTS!!! <br />Student 1: oh noooooooo. No timed ass-ignments. I'm sadder than a piece of baby corn in a cabbage trap. <br />Student 2: You only want them in by tomorrow cause you have to finish the syllabus by friday and you keep all the compos on your desk till they're either aging, crises, or moot. <br />Ms Tan: THATS IT! FROM NOW ON YOUR GETTING ALL THE MOOT! <br />Student 2: Damn, homey! <br /> <br />sumthin else 2 look forward 2: I may be doing a joint Matrix Trilogy spoof with Bryan (neanderthal-archipelago.blogspot.com). Cool, eh? Not reely. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106369534396726462?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814849.post-1063615509986142822003-09-15T16:45:00.000+08:002003-09-16T21:43:08.466+08:00whoo a new kid came 2 chs 2dae. hes 9 yrs old. 9 FUCKING YEARS OLD!!! im never gonna tok 2 him. i can jus imagine wad it'll b like... <br /> <br /><strong>New Kid</strong>: Salutations! <br /><strong>Me</strong>: Sell-u-WADTHEFUCK?! <br /><strong>NK</strong>: Never mind. Wanna play "recite all the decimal places of the hyperbolic cosine of pi" game? <br /><strong>Me</strong>: I wish i could but I have to... uhh... brush my... broccoli. I mean weasel. I mean teeth. Yeah teeth. Not mongoose. <br /><strong>NK</strong>: Damn, homey! <br /> <br />tok abt inferiority complex. it cud b worse tho. YJ cud b tokin to him. <br /> <br /><strong>NK</strong>: Hi! <br /><strong>YJ</strong>: Whoa... hold up... i cant understand you when you're talking so fast. <br /><strong>NK</strong>: Ok... Would... You... Like... To... Play... Rock... Scissors... Paper...? <br /><strong>YJ</strong>: Oooooh! you mean that game where you jump from square to square? <br /><strong>NK</strong>: Thats hop scotch. <br /><strong>YJ</strong>: DONT TALK SO FAST! <br /><strong>Ms Tan</strong>: Finally someone shorter than me!!! <br /><strong>NK</strong>: Damn, homey!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814849-106361550998614282?l=fuzzy-my-homey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mossiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859280163201401382noreply@blogger.com