And We Meet Again.

FUCK YOU BUS BRIVERS.

After college, waiting outside for the 4pm bus...

4.10pm:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: Bye!! =)

4.15:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: Oh. Bye!

4.30:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: .....

4.45:

Random person: Bye Vic!

Me: FUCK YOU DOUCHEBAG!!

Yes. The retard bus driver didn't come until 4.50.

He came in a aircon-less van.

Fine.

We got in the excruciatingly hot vehicle.

Position of bus driver:

Outside. Breathing the sweet, cooling air. Drinking Sarsi.

*And Victoria and Shiori snapped*

Must... call... driver...

Spent time at A/C with Salt busy getting yam ice-cream on pants.

Her pants.

Got in car.

Aircon. Praise the Lord.

Dropped Salt off at Mobil (6pm).

Parents still waiting to pick their poor college van kids.

Booya.

Damn bus driver boss is such a coward.

I called and yelled at him at 4.30.

BEFORE 4.30.

Salt called again after 10 minutes.

Prick wouldn't pick up the phone.

Loooser.

Victoria's Views.

Being fat should be considered a crime.

And I don't mean fat like Ashley's

"God, if you won't make me thin, please make my friends fat".

I mean fat like third stage obese fat.

Like "I need to staple my stomach" fat.

Like "My liposuction fat could feed half of Africa" fat.

So unless you have a serious gland problem,

being fat is like trying to commit suicide.

And yes, my brother did have something to do with this.

28/4/08:

I know some people may have issues and arguments about this post.

But whatever, 

I'm still going to laugh every time a fat person gets stuck in an aeroplane toilet.

Battle Royale.

This is a MUST see for anyone who enjoyed the blood spurting Sweeney Todd.

It's a Japanese movie based on a Japanese novel.

Basically, it's about a class of Year 9 students who were drugged on a school trip, and were brought to a deserted island.

And this is the best part...

Only ONE person can leave the island alive.

You guessed it!

They have to kill each other off.

They are given weapons (depends on how lucky you get. Some get machine guns, axes, sickles, pistols, shotguns... others get binoculars, paper fans, pot lids...).

Oh, and they have been fitted with these necklaces which explode.

And the time limit is crucial. Three days.

So, if there is no sole survivor by the end of the third day...

BOOM.

You die anyway.

I especially like the guy who entered into the "game" for...

What was the reason?

"Fun."

I love the crazy people.

"Ah, senseless violence. My favourite kind."

- My dad, 20/4/08.

And this is the man who brought me up.

XD

And He Returns.

My beloved brother is returning from the hell hole I like to refer to as...

SINGAPORE.

Maybe he's lost weight.

Unlikely.

Vic's recent achievements:

Other than actually understanding what a Wah Wah Pedal is, I got Kathleen to listen to Blink. However, it seems that it may take a while more to get her and Kimberley into Tenacious D.

Oh well. One toe at a time.

Maybe I should have started them off with another song.

Also, due to the ever-increasing complaining and whining,

I shall post a picture of...

KAWI!

Be honoured.

Seriously.

Yeah. Grad Night.

Anyhoo, for all who don't know, that's Sam, Negar, me, Kawi, and Bec.

Sam: Nuts. Totally and completely nuts. There is a gay computer teacher bent on destroying her. 

Negar: Really tall. Really. A gay couple were having a fight outside her house.

Me: I think I should lay off the Tic-Tacs.

Kawi: Your professional woman-eater. Is either very deep, or very annoying. Never both.

Bec: Miaow. She lives in the Sarawakian forests of KUCHING. I will invade her lands.

And my dad says: "Blood is tasty."

He's cool.

Yeah.

I'm going to do math now.

This is democracy!

Shwing!!

Rock 101.

Yeah.

So in today's lesson, Justin described the "Wah Wah pedal".

And the "Wah" sound. Sort of.

Basically, from what I could comprehend, the Wah Wah pedal creates the Wah sound.

Very popular in the 60's-80's.

It's a pedal and you have to press down on it with your foot (well duh), and the movement of your foot controls the "Wah" sound.

I still do not know what the "Wah" sound actually sounds like, but I will listen to Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Child again.

Furthermore, the Wah Wah Pedal has gone out of fashion due to the increased use of power chords.

I actually know what power chords are.

Dashel loves the "Wah" effect.

And in totally unrelated news, Dashel said "blowjob" thirteen times today.

I know, I counted.

The Wah Wah Pedal.

So Very Very Much.

SAM sucks.

The only thing that's even remotely uplifting is that I get to say i'm "doing" SAM.

(Hahahaha. Inside joke... Lame.)

Oh. And the people I hang out with are pretty awesome too.

I should have taken ICPU.

Srsly.

I mean, first of all,

THERE IS NO MATH.

Secondly,

their timetables aren't sodomized.

(March intake people are FUCKTARDS!!)

AND I just got back from Singapore.

Which explains my outburst.

I don't go well with long-distances.

P.S. KIMMY I hope you spewed out a whole lot of crap for English. Because I did.

Help her out.

Here.

Vote for Hye Jin Lee!

Hock Seng, you'd better appreciate this!

And come back faster.