I just realised how eloquent and thought-evoking my previous posts were that I decided to start blogging here once again. I try not to be superstitious, but at the end of the day, hygiene takes a back seat if the same pair of unwashed red boxers wins me games and scores me goals, and girls. I try to steer away from the term scoring but I'm too negative to ignore.
I havent been scoring. On the pitch, off the pitch, near the pitch or even far far away from the pitch. I'm going through a barren spell and I'm not talking boxes and chickens here. I'm talking goals scored, contributions to the team and spectators getting locked jaw, utterly bewitched by the magic that was me and unable to contain their wide-mouthed fascination. If only she had wide-mouthed fascination and not take a step back, a coupla Breezers, tiny umbrellas, a beach tanning chair, and relax. Its better to give than to receive, so says the virginal son of a gun who has never been on the receiving end!
Ah yes, I've started work as a Starhub Concierge, commonly referred to as The Starhub technician or serviceman or The Despatch Rider. My goal right now is to rake in as much moolah as can be fathomed, do up my beaten-up bike and shower myself with TLC. Oh did I forget her? How about my parents? Or my other girls? Hah, the latter was in jest cuz no joke no fun mahhhhh ... no fuck no sun mahhhh!
i'll add up pics, vids and other lurid visuals of Larissa Riquelme to spice up my sweet onsugar blog. Till we see erected nipples and imagery of the Powerpuff Girls, I am savvy.
Just flipped through the papers just now, saw a very attractive, yet familiar face. I usta skip lectures to study with that person. I usta chat on MSN till I slept, with that person. I usta like that person.
Now that person is almost a somebody. From gracing visual prints, that person is hitting the box office, albeit a non too major role. That person is well-dressed, looks wealthy and my,my what an immaculate smile. But Im pretty sure mine's way better.
Where did I go wrong? I dont needa jaysean rhyme to tell me where im going.
I've been pondering the past coupla days lets say my appeal to NUS and the superflous recommendation letters from peers and teachers alike didnt save my case, should i
a) Do a part-time degree at UniSIM and work full-time
b) Do a part-time degree at UniSIM but slack or skate like taufiq botaksah; or
c) Do a full time degree at UniSIM under UBuffalo and work part-time
Whatever it is Im pretty sure option b is out. I gotta slave it out and earn sommo' that dough to feed me needs and spike me bike.
After braving the torrential waves of naggy instructors and the screening eyes of the TP testers, I have reached the Promised Land. I have gotten myself the 2b licence. With the checklist endorsed, passport photo taken, money for the photocard paid and a new driving licence applied, there's just one more thing to do.
Vespa GT200
Vespa LX150
Honda XR200
Aprilia Mojito
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