So, yeah, my livejournal, unlike my blog, has become meme central. Now, as far as I'm concerned, memes are, in general, another way of saying, 'I have no fucking clue how to write, and am, in general, a wanker.' Once in a while, though, chiobus try to fob their latest meme on me, and I suppose I am compelled to comply.

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Seeing as to how blogger is being a fucking dickhead, here's my latest post; normal service at bigfuck.blogspot.com will resume once I kick bloggers ass. Fucking blogger ( Read more... )

I was walking and I busted my knee. It just suddenly gave out. It hurts like shit now. Just thought you should know.

In reply to a comment on my xanga regarding the merits of lj / whatever other service you might use, I have decided to explicate my switch (or rather return) to blogger ( Read more... )

I've decided that, instead of having a whole bunch of different journals, I should just stick to one. I mean, I love being read, and I love all your comments, but man, it's kind of stupid of me to be publishing on xanga, livejournal AND blogger, right? I'm starting a new blog, aptly titled 'The Big Fuck'; the URL is Read more... )

Skipped class today. Every time I do something like this, I can hear my mother's voice in the back of my head, telling me to wake up, before I fail out of school, become a drug addict, end up cleaning rubbish, etc, etc, etc. This makes me unhappy. At the moment I'm looking for something to blame for my errant behaviour. I have decided on blaming ( Read more... )

After seeing Wendy Cheng's blog (you know, the world-famous http://xiaxue.blogspot.com - best Asian blog of 2004, ok!) I have become damn depressed at having such a small readership; I now vow to revamp my blog (eventually) and put in lots of awesome anecdotes about my super-exciting (at ( Read more... )

Fatty bom boms are damn groooosssssss (sorry, fatties ( Read more... )

I am hungry ( Read more... )

I got quite a bit of work done today. Then I met the Singaporeans at Jimmy's. I had, like two beers. They were in really small cups. I bet each cup was, like, maybe half a small bottle. The girl at our table probably had more alcohol than I did. At the bar, I mean. I came home, and felt like I hadn't drank anything, so I drank another beer. Then I ( Read more... )