ancient relics of 69

recovered from awakenings posts in 2002.

Diary ExtractsTamBB, Mrs.
Dear Diary,Today ah, less than half the class is present at flag raising. Why they not there, I do not know, but i think tomorrow when i go ask them, they sure say flu lah, stomachache lah, gastric lah. The way they drop out of class like flies hor, you'd think got some epidemic around in 69. Sigh, and those that come also, tsk, half the time don't attend lesson. Haiz, i very worried for them leh. Dear Diary, write in you some other time, i got to call up that jiajun now and try to discover why he not here for a gazillion days already.WaiKit, Master, the great.

Dear Diary,Oh-i-am-so-bloody-shagged you know? I've been mugging so hard my head is suffering from decreasing returns to scale. The law of diminishing returns has had its effect on me, and pumping in more knowledge into me would be likened to balancing the centre of buoyancy of a limkamputi on a gasful of CH4. But anyway, i decided to skip the first 4 lessons of school today because i just didn't have enough mass times acceleration to haul me off my bed this morning. Unjustified as it is, i see no point in attending silly lectures that bear no importance to promokaninabei anymore. Oh well, i guess i'd just have to lai my way out of this once again, and hopefully TamBB's divine enough to act the cyclops once again.

Monday, September 02, 2002 9:13 AM

RadioHeads & DickHeads & LooHead
Thanks to a fantastically inert, or perhaps inertally fantastic pal i've known, Radioheads came into my dictionary. Just a brief introduction by Mingwei, Radioheads is one of the greatest bands from UK, US? (dunno, cannot remember which), and plays alternative music which relaxes your body and soul like Jazz does...My introduction? Radioheads just a form of music which would piss you off so badly you'd want to stuff your blood-gushed head into your radio set. Thus, living up to its name, presenting the RadioHeads...Anyway, recent circumstances have somehow brought this eccentric but plesantly horny individual called Loo Mingwei (see? notice his surname suggests a spine-tingling connotation in regard to activities carried out in toilets?) , closer to me. From evening study sessions to night KAP dinners, we talked about anything and everything under the sun, from friends to girlfriends to gayfriend, from pinheads to radioheads to dickheads. Also, this Loo guy has had one of my favourite ex-pasttimes, and his extensive knowledge of Jenna Jameson and Bunko Kawanizu and Pamela Anderson wowed me for a period of time. He's also an excellent analogy of the old maxim "Never Judge A Book By Its Cover". Beneath that mask of a true mugging spirit and angelic innocence lies a vast murky knowledge in the aspect of copulation and self-exploration.Oh, just take today's econs tutorial as an example. Seated beside the Loo, we were trading rated artistic jokes when suddenly, the Loo exclaimed and pointed out that Mrs Veronica Chua had a chest contrary to the airfield strips commonly spotted on singaporeans. Instead, hers was one of Mt Helen, or perhaps even Mt Everest. Which brings me to the point of my chinese teacher and cheese, but i guess i would not go into that at this moment.Loo and i immediately devised a way to measure those wonderous assets, and i used my two index as a gauge, and we wanted to measure the distance between the two fingers, then measure the distance from us to her, to get an approximation of those perky elevations. Alas, Mrs Chua caught us with the curved ruler (yes, yinbing, now u know its function...), and threatened to strangle me with it. Oh well, mission failed, but there's always another day, i guess.Loo's an interesting character, as Chengping puts it, and i'm set to unearth more unvarnished tales about this toilet.
the voices in my head-