warty

mother of all warts is now reduced to a helpless little embryo. its there yeah, but its helpless and dying. die motherfucker.

the elections are coming. but i cant vote, not yet. smart little buggers. looking at my profile, an obvious deduction would pinpoint me as an opposition voter.
so smarty Lii and his lackeys would have one less vote to deal with..

beat

well today was abit fucked up. i wooshed to bedok jetty on water and discovered that i couldnt come back, the mofoking current and wind were just assholes today, totally against me.. luckily the hot chick in the rescue boat picked me up. pun not intended. this is a serious post.
my hands were so buffered that it looked like fat bastard's neck in austin powers when he lost weight.
no more happy mr weenie for the next week i suppose.

arghhh it fucking hurts. maybe a small wart or something can tahan. but the whole ball of my freaking foot. wtf the doctor had to spam liquid nitrogen like pee. and so i began my arduous journey home from nuh. but not bad ah, considering i had 2 days of mc, yeah that's what im talking about.

2011

my first post of this year uh. i tore my only black polo while out. i mean like how is it even possible. fucked up right. i was like adjusting my bag and rippppppppppppp. wow. sexy. and the retarded tagboard just pisses me off with all the virus affilations. so ive decided to remove it. yay. eh lame why do you still come here. -.- still wannna stalk me huh. hack into my stuff as usual. not that i have a problem with it. haha. i really got nothing to hide lahhhh.

windsurfing

Windsurfing speed record: 50 knots - 92km/h



Freestyle

fuck man, today i tore my sail by accident. i was like heh heh, and then i looked down. and WTF. a foot long tear. fuck.

its addictive. i go surfing on sunday and monday im super tired. then i get itchy on tuesday, which gets amplified by me thinking about it the whole day and watching videos. so like wednesday to saturday im sooooo damn restless. gosh.

there was no wind today pathetic. it was like 0.1knots if the air was actually moving.. i think i could have blown myself along. sounds wrong huh.

forget me not.

okay, after a long time, yeah a really really long time, i remembered that i actually had a blog which was rotting away by the scum of the internet. and im really surprised to see that there are still loyal readers of this time wasting self enriching blog.

now after all these while, im starting to think that im not so strong after all, not that i thought that i was strong in the first place but then, yeah, sort of like an exponential decrease in my emotional strength and my psychological sanity, but then which great person isnt insane? now of which the time i would be realizing that ive been wallowing in self pity, its almost the half of this uneventful year. i can actually foresee that actually these two years of my life are actually barren with me trapped in the dark realm of my tortured soul. wasted you would say? i couldnt agree more. what more to actually treasure life than to waste it in the first place.

maybe its because ive journeyed into another phase of my so called life. but actually i doubt so because personally i dont think that there are phases in life, just priorities.

where is the joy of life. im probably saying this because my outlook made a radical defect to the camp of pessimism when something, probably the most important thing of my life decided that being important wasnt the most important thing to do.

on a lighter note, which is probably 10 octaves higher, channel 5 decided to show eli stone and claimed au courant which is retarded since, devout fans of the show, like yours truly was astounded by the brilliance of its inception nearly 2 years ago. idiots. so much for 'come home to 5'