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IF YOU'RE GONNA BE FUCKING IMMATURE ABOUT IT, I SUGGEST YOU STAY AWAY 'COS I DON'T NEED THE LIKES OF YOU! WHO AM I TALKING ABOUT? IF YOU FEEL THE PINCH, THEN I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU, YOU IMMATURE IMBECILE FUCK.
finally, i officially passed my driving license. 'nuff said. i'll spare you my glory story. all the best to you missy. make me proud like the way i made you proud.
Fenderson out... here i am at the end of the holiday. it wasnt a very productive one. wasnt very much of a fun either. well, its over and sadly it kinda end with a disaster. Why? first of all my assignment isn't complete yet. im in a middle of it and chose to blog instead. getting bored over it. then the date to my TP is drawing nearer. the thought of it never fail to bother me. next, one of my clique is the imposter at my tagboard. dont do it again alrigth. it's not cool. the one that hit me real hard is when i gotta know that the booking of our class chalet cant be confirm. yup, that's probably the worst one. i cant rest easy now. Diana, please respond.
Dear God, im a nice guy. please give me a break.
Fenderson out. What the fuck is wrong with you people? there's no need to use someone else's nickname to write in my tagboard. just come out with any nickname and tag. if u can't come out with any nickname, then don't fucking tag. savvy? and shaquet, no need to get so ticked man. i think i know who's the low life piece of shit imposter is so that person better stop doing it alright. fucking coward.
Come out come out where ever you are.
if you think what i posted so far in my entry are all craps, my advice is: stop viewing my blog, seriously. it'll be better for us both.
to the flashbox people, what is wrong with flashbox? can you do something about so that it'll stop refreshing every now and then. bloody annoying.
there're several stuff i wanna say but i'll save it for the next entry. not in the right mood now. feel like chopping someone's limbs off.
Fenderson out...
This is Bear. He's taking over the world.
Sunday - went to baybeats. page performed a kick ass show, so did electrico. didnt catch other bands perform 'cos...uurrmmm, well we just chose not to. stay up throughout the night in front of the computer.
Monday - met up with samir, hafiz and shakir at 0630hrs. can see the sign of fatigue in them from yesterday's event. made our way to bartley secondary school. met up with the rest at the coffee shop near bartley and then finally went in together to the school. a total of 11 people if im not wrong. we went up to the freakin' warm hall. bartley, as stingy as ever, refused to turn on the air-con. the old bartleyans were there for the special appearance of an event called Bartley Battle of the Stars. did our national anthem, pledge and school song and the show began. 1st band played Sheila on 7 - Melompat Lebih Tinggi. it was painful 3 minutes+. next up were 3 girls singing to PCD - Stickwitu. not as painful but please get a minus one track next time for crying out loud. last competing band played Green Day - Basket Case and it was freakin' hilarious. if you wanna sing an english song, do take in the slang as well. an english song + malay accent = a perfect laughing stock. i'm no musician but just like every music enthusiast, we can tell between a good performance and a bad one. the judges (who're teachers of course) who commented for these 3 groups kept on lying, saying they're good, have potential to be on mtv, like the guitar, like the drums, vocals, vibe, spirit, yada yada yada yada. dammit teachers, you don't have to kiss students asses. just give your honest remarks and some advises. yes i know it takes lotsa courage to be up on stage in front of hundreds of viewers, but at least show them that you practiced hard for it. do i sound like a teacher? haha. bitch!
the moment we've been waiting for arrived. special guest appearance by the old bartleyans. their first song was 311 - Love Song followed by Muse - Muscle Museum and finally Muse - Can't Take My Eyes Off You. If only, IF ONLY the lead guitar can be heard, it'll be a concert to remember but nope that won't happen. but still, great job band-aige. i blame the sound system and those who in charge of it. you people suck.
i realise how much i miss waking up so darn early in the morning just to get to school on time. i miss waiting for the bus while it's still all dark with many other pupils in school uniform. i miss taking the national anthem, the school song and taking the pledge with the rest of the school. i miss the scolding the school would get from the discipline master. weird, but true. the DM would go yada yada yada and all that filled our mind were whatever, like i give a damn about it, shut up already, *curse curse curse* and so on. worse especially when the sun was screaming hot at the parade square. i miss the early morning cigratte of the day. it's the best one. i miss mentally stripping the hot upper secondary school girls. did i say too much? i'm a guy afterall. nothing wrong here.
those are some of the bits and pieces of my history. i always wish i could've done more but that wouldn't happen. so the moral of this entry is: you only live once, do everything you can even if you gotta defy the law, rules, gravity, your parents or whatever it is that preventing you to live life, but do know your limits. do i sound like a teacher? nope, 'cos i'm a barbarian.
Fenderson out... YOU KNOW WHAT BABY? YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE TOO SPECIAL.
i was at Jb for a day during the weekend for my cousin's wedding. it ran smoothly. nothing got messed up. everyone is happy. especially the new wedded couple obviously. as for my side of the story, i gotta say that it's pretty horrible but it was quite an experience. i'll spare you the details. ask me about it if you wanna know, which i doubt. received 10 bucks from my aunt for helping out. gonna use that cash for the next trip to Jb. why am i even telling you this?
reached singapore around 0030hrs. went over to the warrior's place to catch the final. warrior, paladin and ranger supported italy while i supported france. the disappointment came when zidane thinks he's el toro. double disappoinment when france missed the penalty shoot out. loss 3 cigrattes due to betting. well, whatever. i'm the king.
reached home at 0530hrs. slept for like 1 half hour plus then head on to my driving practical.
1 week of school holiday have passed. everything seems to be great so far. i seriously gotta start on my assignment already.
farisha texted me saying she cant make it for the chalet. my spirit crash and burn. 'nuff said.
"I love 'it' but i hate the taste". what's 'it'?
Fenderson out... it clearly wasnt a good day for me. let see what happened.
Friday afternoon, decided to go to shakir's to get some foo fighter's songs to my ipod. instead, i got all the songs in my ipod erased. yup, all 356 songs gone. punk ass bitch motherfucker. curse whatever cause it to happened. be it me, itunes or his comp. to make it worse, those songs that i came for are in wma format. ipod cant read wma. stupid piece of junk. the songs cant even be converted to mp3 format 'cause of some shitty license thingy. a nightmare came true.
later that same day, met up with farisha at parkway parade. nothing much to talk about. seems like every topic got dried up. went home around 2 hours later.
bus 15 took its time to arrive. once it got there, the typical bunch of inconsiderate fucks rush in the bus. who wouldnt be frustrated? surprisingly, most of these inconsiderate fucks are those elderly with kids. they'd push and rush just to get the seat.
i wanna buy a gun. a magnum would be great.
Fenderson out...
There's so many things i like about you, I
I just don't know where to begin,
I like the way you, look at me with those beautiful eyes,
I like the way you, act all surprised,
I like the way you, sing along,
I like the way you, always get it wrong,
I like the way you, clap your hands,
I like the way you, love to dance,
I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,
I like the way you, shake your hair,
I like the way you, like to touch,
I like the way you, stare so much,
but most of all, most of all
I like the way you move! the plan to go to seoul garden was cancelled. it wasnt exactly cancelled. just that among my cliques, 1 by 1 back off and i got sick of it so i back off too. met farisha and suharty that friday afternoon and the highlight of the day for them was this colgate free dental check up. my teeth are fairly filthy. smoker's teeth dude. of course it's filthy. ok nothing to be proud of.
friday night, went to dxo. there's some company event going on there. music played were those 80's dance songs. so bleaughh. the dancefloor was empty most of the time. if not, it's filled with some people in their 30's - 40's who dance stiffly. what's the matter with you people? are y'all so old that you cant let loose you joints? go home to your wife and kids already. i didnt dance. just watched the match. germany vs argentina. the paladin, the barbarian and the ranger hangout at the tavern after fighting evil. tiring day it was.
saturday, farisha called that afternoon. met her up at parkway parade. found a great hangout spot. talked about some stuff that set me thinking. also learnt that my role model isn't that great afterall. no role model, i have now.
yana please take care of yourself. im sure it's just a phase and you'll get over it soon. be strong.
sunday afternoon. sitting here spelling out for you what happened two days ago.
Fenderson out...
Fenderson out... here i am at the end of the holiday. it wasnt a very productive one. wasnt very much of a fun either. well, its over and sadly it kinda end with a disaster. Why? first of all my assignment isn't complete yet. im in a middle of it and chose to blog instead. getting bored over it. then the date to my TP is drawing nearer. the thought of it never fail to bother me. next, one of my clique is the imposter at my tagboard. dont do it again alrigth. it's not cool. the one that hit me real hard is when i gotta know that the booking of our class chalet cant be confirm. yup, that's probably the worst one. i cant rest easy now. Diana, please respond.
Dear God, im a nice guy. please give me a break.
Fenderson out. What the fuck is wrong with you people? there's no need to use someone else's nickname to write in my tagboard. just come out with any nickname and tag. if u can't come out with any nickname, then don't fucking tag. savvy? and shaquet, no need to get so ticked man. i think i know who's the low life piece of shit imposter is so that person better stop doing it alright. fucking coward.
Come out come out where ever you are.
if you think what i posted so far in my entry are all craps, my advice is: stop viewing my blog, seriously. it'll be better for us both.
to the flashbox people, what is wrong with flashbox? can you do something about so that it'll stop refreshing every now and then. bloody annoying.
there're several stuff i wanna say but i'll save it for the next entry. not in the right mood now. feel like chopping someone's limbs off.
Fenderson out...
This is Bear. He's taking over the world.
Sunday - went to baybeats. page performed a kick ass show, so did electrico. didnt catch other bands perform 'cos...uurrmmm, well we just chose not to. stay up throughout the night in front of the computer.
Monday - met up with samir, hafiz and shakir at 0630hrs. can see the sign of fatigue in them from yesterday's event. made our way to bartley secondary school. met up with the rest at the coffee shop near bartley and then finally went in together to the school. a total of 11 people if im not wrong. we went up to the freakin' warm hall. bartley, as stingy as ever, refused to turn on the air-con. the old bartleyans were there for the special appearance of an event called Bartley Battle of the Stars. did our national anthem, pledge and school song and the show began. 1st band played Sheila on 7 - Melompat Lebih Tinggi. it was painful 3 minutes+. next up were 3 girls singing to PCD - Stickwitu. not as painful but please get a minus one track next time for crying out loud. last competing band played Green Day - Basket Case and it was freakin' hilarious. if you wanna sing an english song, do take in the slang as well. an english song + malay accent = a perfect laughing stock. i'm no musician but just like every music enthusiast, we can tell between a good performance and a bad one. the judges (who're teachers of course) who commented for these 3 groups kept on lying, saying they're good, have potential to be on mtv, like the guitar, like the drums, vocals, vibe, spirit, yada yada yada yada. dammit teachers, you don't have to kiss students asses. just give your honest remarks and some advises. yes i know it takes lotsa courage to be up on stage in front of hundreds of viewers, but at least show them that you practiced hard for it. do i sound like a teacher? haha. bitch!
the moment we've been waiting for arrived. special guest appearance by the old bartleyans. their first song was 311 - Love Song followed by Muse - Muscle Museum and finally Muse - Can't Take My Eyes Off You. If only, IF ONLY the lead guitar can be heard, it'll be a concert to remember but nope that won't happen. but still, great job band-aige. i blame the sound system and those who in charge of it. you people suck.
i realise how much i miss waking up so darn early in the morning just to get to school on time. i miss waiting for the bus while it's still all dark with many other pupils in school uniform. i miss taking the national anthem, the school song and taking the pledge with the rest of the school. i miss the scolding the school would get from the discipline master. weird, but true. the DM would go yada yada yada and all that filled our mind were whatever, like i give a damn about it, shut up already, *curse curse curse* and so on. worse especially when the sun was screaming hot at the parade square. i miss the early morning cigratte of the day. it's the best one. i miss mentally stripping the hot upper secondary school girls. did i say too much? i'm a guy afterall. nothing wrong here.
those are some of the bits and pieces of my history. i always wish i could've done more but that wouldn't happen. so the moral of this entry is: you only live once, do everything you can even if you gotta defy the law, rules, gravity, your parents or whatever it is that preventing you to live life, but do know your limits. do i sound like a teacher? nope, 'cos i'm a barbarian.
Fenderson out... YOU KNOW WHAT BABY? YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE TOO SPECIAL.
i was at Jb for a day during the weekend for my cousin's wedding. it ran smoothly. nothing got messed up. everyone is happy. especially the new wedded couple obviously. as for my side of the story, i gotta say that it's pretty horrible but it was quite an experience. i'll spare you the details. ask me about it if you wanna know, which i doubt. received 10 bucks from my aunt for helping out. gonna use that cash for the next trip to Jb. why am i even telling you this?reached singapore around 0030hrs. went over to the warrior's place to catch the final. warrior, paladin and ranger supported italy while i supported france. the disappointment came when zidane thinks he's el toro. double disappoinment when france missed the penalty shoot out. loss 3 cigrattes due to betting. well, whatever. i'm the king.
reached home at 0530hrs. slept for like 1 half hour plus then head on to my driving practical.
1 week of school holiday have passed. everything seems to be great so far. i seriously gotta start on my assignment already.
farisha texted me saying she cant make it for the chalet. my spirit crash and burn. 'nuff said.
"I love 'it' but i hate the taste". what's 'it'?
Fenderson out... it clearly wasnt a good day for me. let see what happened.
Friday afternoon, decided to go to shakir's to get some foo fighter's songs to my ipod. instead, i got all the songs in my ipod erased. yup, all 356 songs gone. punk ass bitch motherfucker. curse whatever cause it to happened. be it me, itunes or his comp. to make it worse, those songs that i came for are in wma format. ipod cant read wma. stupid piece of junk. the songs cant even be converted to mp3 format 'cause of some shitty license thingy. a nightmare came true.
later that same day, met up with farisha at parkway parade. nothing much to talk about. seems like every topic got dried up. went home around 2 hours later.
bus 15 took its time to arrive. once it got there, the typical bunch of inconsiderate fucks rush in the bus. who wouldnt be frustrated? surprisingly, most of these inconsiderate fucks are those elderly with kids. they'd push and rush just to get the seat.
i wanna buy a gun. a magnum would be great.
Fenderson out...
I just don't know where to begin,
I like the way you, look at me with those beautiful eyes,
I like the way you, act all surprised,
I like the way you, sing along,
I like the way you, always get it wrong,
I like the way you, clap your hands,
I like the way you, love to dance,
I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,
I like the way you, shake your hair,
I like the way you, like to touch,
I like the way you, stare so much,
but most of all, most of all
I like the way you move! the plan to go to seoul garden was cancelled. it wasnt exactly cancelled. just that among my cliques, 1 by 1 back off and i got sick of it so i back off too. met farisha and suharty that friday afternoon and the highlight of the day for them was this colgate free dental check up. my teeth are fairly filthy. smoker's teeth dude. of course it's filthy. ok nothing to be proud of.
friday night, went to dxo. there's some company event going on there. music played were those 80's dance songs. so bleaughh. the dancefloor was empty most of the time. if not, it's filled with some people in their 30's - 40's who dance stiffly. what's the matter with you people? are y'all so old that you cant let loose you joints? go home to your wife and kids already. i didnt dance. just watched the match. germany vs argentina. the paladin, the barbarian and the ranger hangout at the tavern after fighting evil. tiring day it was.
saturday, farisha called that afternoon. met her up at parkway parade. found a great hangout spot. talked about some stuff that set me thinking. also learnt that my role model isn't that great afterall. no role model, i have now.
yana please take care of yourself. im sure it's just a phase and you'll get over it soon. be strong.
sunday afternoon. sitting here spelling out for you what happened two days ago.
Fenderson out...
13 January 1987
Capricorn
Rock & Electronic
Class 3
Working On Class 2B
Higher Nitec in Wireless Technology