Gummy Bear Flavoured Meatloaf For The Dessertarian

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 09:33:41 GMT

I need a fucking break.

Sat, 02 Jan 2010 20:53:56 GMT

FTS.

Fuck this shit.

Thu, 31 Dec 2009 05:54:19 GMT

There's nothing much going on right now.

Army -> Bookout -> Party/chill out/rest -> Book in -> Army.

I think I miss school uh. Hahahaha

Sat, 26 Dec 2009 21:05:45 GMT

Wow wee. I turn 21 in 6 months. That's... pretty damn frightening.

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 15:58:07 GMT

I think I bottle up my thoughts too much. I think I just realised this.

Anyway, tomorrow's my posting. Fingers crossed and hoping for the best.

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 21:13:41 GMT

For the most of us, we always preach about things that we claim to be the ideal that everyone should follow and what we follow. But there comes a time when you meet someone who preaches a lot, but in the end doesn't practice what he/she has preached. And there comes a day when someone who has totally ignored what you preached, goes against your ideals and you kick up a whole big fuss.

We all fit into the categories above. But certain situations come about where you've just had enough and you decide to take action, and somehow it makes you look bad or it seems like you pick on the most trivial things in order to put that individual in his/her place for not practicing what they preach. Well, fuck this shit, I'm telling you. Everyone needs someone to fuck them once in a while to put them in their place. It's all a matter of the system. What is the system? I'll explain another time. But anyway, it's either you fuck or be fucked.

So question is, which are you? Would you rather fuck or be fucked? Or fuck the fucker, and in turn be fucked? Depends on how you manoever yourself during the situation.

But the way to not be fucked eventually is to make sure you practice what you fucking preach. Remember, tell the truth more often so you don't have to remember what you say. Fucking hell, we all have to work on that. Even me. But I know for now I'm not in the fucking shit because I walk what I fucking talk.

So fuck you. That's a few paragraphs of material for you to ponder upon.

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:44:52 GMT

HI! Oh... you'd like to dance?

Sure! Mmmmm.... you dance well...

Okay, I've got to go find my friends now. I'll see you around missy!

Hi!!! You'd like a dance too?

Sure!. Mmmmm... What's your name? *inaudible* Cool. I'm Ben. Nice to meet you!

Mmmm... You smell good... Okay Bye!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 12:26:05 GMT

POP LO!

I've got this weird heartburn/chest pain when I swollow my food. But I don't know if that's going to stop me from partying the fuck out tonight. I'll see if it kills me. I hope it doesn't.

But.. if I DIE...

Would you buryyy meeee...

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 19:40:10 GMT

You know you're rather gone when you can't remember where you put your lighter, only to realise that you shifted it into your cigarette pack because you've smoked too much and your lighter can now fit inside the box with your sticks.

On the side note: POP on 9 Dec LO!!!

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 13:03:34 GMT

Tell me all your secrets.
I promise I'll be listening.
And if you ever come back home I'll be waiting patiently.

Tell me nothing sacred.
I pormise I won't hear a word.
And if you ever come back home,
I won't act so patiently.

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:51:51 GMT

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:59:08 GMT

Craziest book-in timing ever. 0740 on a Sunday morning. Sit-test, then book out on wed, followed by games week, and POP.

Bloody hell. December is arriving, which heralds the return of awesome friends, and my block leave, which in turn means FUCKING AWESOME-O TIME YEAH!

Till then... I need to get my McDonalds fix, beer, and relaxation. 12 hours till next book in.

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 11:09:38 GMT

Wah time fucking flies eh.

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 10:34:53 GMT

The only few things I can really think of right now is.

McDonalds, Beer, Subway, Cigar.

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 02:04:07 GMT

My hearts thumps harder and faster, my steps widen and quicken, a smile flashes across my face, my eyes sparkle.

All this happens when I set foot on mainland, even though I'm on off for a few hours today.

There's no place like home!

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:40:44 GMT

Cb. Fucking burnt as hell. Knnbccb. My skin!

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 07:20:49 GMT

Less than 24 hours to go before I enlist. I'm feeling rather excited with a tinge of dread. Well, I guess this is it then.

Limpeh become citizen lo. Not civilian!

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 18:17:01 GMT

YOU LIE!

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 16:41:21 GMT

Change is here.

And change looks like... A missile, a toilet brush, Dr. Robotnik, a yellow Barack Obama.

Change stinks. Shouldn't have changed so soon. Pffffft. Oh wells.

Hahahahaha.

Wed, 30 Sep 2009 08:43:34 GMT

Change is coming. We all fear change, yet we must not resist it. To resist change, is to be weak. To embrace change, is to be strong. Change brings wisdom. Change will herald in a new era. Change. Embrace it.

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 08:34:06 GMT

If anyone wants to cut my hair for fun, like cut one side super short and leave the other side the way it is, cut a big hole at the top of my head, now's the time to do it. Come tuesday or wednesday, I'm going to be shaving my head!

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 21:38:20 GMT

I'm shaving my hair... next week. I think.

Omg. I'm going to look rad!

And I'm feeling rather vengeful now. I'm going to take you down. Mark my word.

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 16:20:33 GMT

I just realised that I only have 2 weekends left before I enlist. Wah that's very soon.

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 18:47:39 GMT

Up yours.

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:31:29 GMT

We're all destined for greatness.
It's all a matter of taking the steps in the right direction.
But what the fuck happens when you don't know which step to take or where to start?
Bloody rut.