our race is one of procrastination. promises are often made and broken.
no one really knows the true meaning of a PROMISE anymore. the only resolution i made was to not get wasted so often and PUKE. that, unfortunately... oh well. you get the idea.
glad that most people are adequately pleased with my thank-you list for 2006. if i stepped on any toes, i am NOT sorry about it and you can fetch an apology from my dog. you cant handle the truth. HAHAHA
quite a big year this one is. so many things gonna happen. sometimes i shudder at that thought.possibilities aplenty.
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drunk and puked on NYE @ Paulaner. got quite high and everyone was happy.
well, Trevor certainly went shutter happy. thats one happy man right there Beer was good, music fine and atmosphere awesome. can literally blow you away. wallet went in quite heavy and left feeling refreshingly light. i wonder why/ so drink, drank and then drunk.
i got floored by a Jamilahistic blow from a certain Andrea. wasnt a nice feeling at all. particularly if your senses are all numb and you can even ask what you are doing flat on the ground. the spectators weren't amused.
a picture seems to tell a thousand words.
i swear i would doodle 2 cartoon characters on the next time i am required to write a 2000 word essay.
the best looking picture of us from that night of partying. yeah, its good because our faces cant be seen. we look like dinosaurs i think. Jamilasaurus Rex.
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just returned from a sec sch gathering. good to see that everyone's changed. some for the worse. some have aged prematurely. white hair even and its natural. some still doing nothing with their lives. still paikia, throwing their future away. some in army, some back from overseas. some are still jokers though. i know for sure i still haven't lost my sense of humour.
its still rather dry and i still tend to rub people the wrong way. but thats me i think. made everyone life with my antics. and of course no gathering would be complete without old friends getting together and reminiscing about old times.
bullying teachers, fights, BGR, skipping classes, short circuiting science labs, hitting on teachers, sleeping in class, altering uniforms, cheating during exams..... and my fellows can really cheat la.
openly passing papers around and when submission time was up, no one could find their own papers. how we talked back to teachers. like shouting insults across the classroom and challenging teachers to fights. hitting on the pretty ones. stealing condoms from 7-11 and experimenting with it in the toilet.
my uniform was never tucked in at the back because i thought it made me look taller. hahaha. and despite DAILY warnings from the same teacher, it was still out and waving gloriously in the air. sleeping in class with eyes open, secret hand signals and maneuvers.
and how everyone in Express stream more or less knew each other. every time a birthday song was heard, guys from all 4 express classes would automatically mobilize and hantam the birthday boy. no one was spared.
GOOD TIMES LA. unless you were the class ahguah who got picked on everyday. haha.
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