I dunno what to say or how to explain how i feel. But shit happens. I’m sorry. I didn’t put your feelings into consideration. I really give you my heart-felt apology. I dunno how you feel bout what i said but i hope you could offer me forgiveness.
Its been a while since i’ve posted any relevant crap online. I believe its due to a neurotic case of writers block and and unforgiving schedule of test and classes. And now i’m taking a breather in between classes and exams which are coming up very shortly & fuck me, it really is well worth it. The war is coming, and i’ve not any form of preparation at all. A sitting duck. Monday would be Judgement day Pt 1. Judgement day Pt 2 will be on the 4th and the Finale itself on 19th April.
Good news is i got an A from Sandra, she’d said i’d more probably get a B from the Singaporean fuckers due the kiasu and strict nature of their marking scheme, whoop-dee-fucking-ding-dong. First classes, examinations, assignment & project documentation due dates on what is suppose to be school holidays and now they’re gonna try and ruin our lives just because of a few small mistakes. I just hate people with uptight personification. Practically fuckers, if you ask me.
I’ve read somewhere that mentioned about molested academic systems, which ask the relevancy of what the public is learning about from learning institutions. It worries me that someone, somewhere else is being told a different story on who’s right and who’s wrong or who won or lost. I wonder what are the variations of WWII stories in other countries.
And if ppl thought i was a nutter when behind the wheels well check THIS crazy shite out. They maybe a danger to the public, but i gotta hand it to them those guys are really damned skilled.
It really sickens me that when someone dares to be bold in statement, someone else have to ruin it. Nobody respects art anymore. In this day and age of logic and efficiency, have we all lost touch of the finer things in life? Have we humans believed too much in the conquest of financial advancement lost one of the main labelling of being human: The art of revealing one’s feelings through art?
My support & respect to YOU. Fight in what you believe in. I call it ART. Nothing wrong in it. Damn! though i have to say she’s got more bollocks than me and Vinnie Jones combined and i respect that. I fully support her endeavors and unabashed pictorial tribute to her undying love not because its ermm.. erotic.. but because i share her view in promoting it as art. Oh.. for fuck sake everyone grow up and open up a lil bit.
(Warning! Material isnt exactly child or workplace friendly!)
Quotes of the week:
Ordell Robbie: AK-47. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room, accept no substitutes.
Winston: Look man, there’s only three reasons why you can’t make your court date. One, you’re in a hospital. Two, you’re in jail. Three, your ass is dead.
Ordell Robbie: This you and me talking, is this like a lawyer-client thing, and you can’t repeat nothing I tell you?
Max Cherry: You’re not my client until you get busted and I bond you out.
Ordell Robbie: Well, if we ain’t got no - what’s that shit called? - confidentiality, why should I tell you a thing?
Max Cherry: Because you want me to know what a slick guy you are. You got stewardesses bringing you fifty grand.
Ordell Robbie: Now why would a stewardess be bringing me fifty grand?
Max Cherry: Now you want me to speculate on what you do. My guess is you’re in the drug business, except the money’s moving the wrong way. Whatever you’re into, you seem to be getting away with it, so more power to you.
Jackie Brown 1997.
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