damn bitch

little miss princess of jesters demanded me to update. and she even use the words damn. woooo.

Scotty doesn’t know,
That Fionna and me,
Do it in my van every Sunday.

She tells him shes in church,
But she doesn’t go,
Still shes on her knees, and…

Scotty doens’t know, oh.
Scotty doesn’t know-oh.
So don’t tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know.
SO DON’T TELL SCOTTY!

Fionna says shes out shopping,
But shes under me and I’m not stopping.

Cuz Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know.
So don’t tell Scotty.
Scotty doesn’t knoooooow….
DON’T TELL SCOTTY!

I can’t believe he’s so trusting,
While I’m right behind you thrusting.

Fionna’s got him on the phone,
and she’s trying not to moan.
It’s a three way call,
and he knows nothing.
NOTHING!!!

Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Don’t tell Scotty.
Cuz Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t knoooooow….
SO DON’T TELL SCOTTY!

What a show, everyone will go.
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t knoooooow….

The, parking lot, why not?
It’s so cool when you’re on top.
His full on, your stuck.
Life is so hard, cuz…

Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know.

I did her on his birthday.

Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Scotty doesn’t know,
Don’t tell Scotty.
Scotty doesn’t knoooooow….

Scotty will know,
Scotty has to know,
Scotty’s gotta know,
Gonna tell Scotty,
Gonna tell him myself.

Scotty has to know,
Scotty has to know,
Scotty has to,
Scotty has to,
Scotty has to go!

Scotty doesn’t know,
Don’t tell Scotty
Scotty doesn’t know,
Don’t tell Scotty
Scotty doesn’t know…
Scotty’s gotta go!

my eye is stll pretty blur. cant see shit for nuts. damn man. it is so unfair. i worked fucking hard t oget in the team, and when it is time to play, my eye gotta cock up on me like this. damn screwy shit. damn it. i feel damn pissed.

remedy. loud angry rap music with hell lot of swear words, dumbbells with 12 kg each.

damn. i cant keep up with the eer increasing amount of school work(totally my fault, slacked too much. trying to keep up is harder when you are lagging behind. seriously)

i need help on time management. anger management. and female management. wondering why for the last one too.

i really want to go training. parents are a pain in the nvm, on this issue. it is like totally stupid for me to waste my 4 months of training. damn the shit of the eye. shitty hell.

ok off the do my stats hw. (wth?! russell doing work? miracle i say!)

cheerios asswipes and toilet flushers.

the theory of slacking

when you SLACK, you DONT DO WORK.
when you DONT DO WORK, they will soon be OVERDUE.
when they are OVERDUE, you have to SPEND OTHER HOURS to finish them off.
when you SPEND OTHER HOURS to do them, it means EATING INTO THE NIGHT.
when it EATS INTO THE NIGHT, you have LESSER SLEEP.
when you have LESSER SLEEP, you CANNOT CONCENTRATE IN CLASS.
when you CANNOT CONCENTRATE IN CLASS, you LOSE OUT.
when you LOST OUT, you will feel so demoralise, you start to SLACK.

and everything will repeat itself like history…

i went to my eye specialist today. the doc pricked and poked my left eye. dripped god-knows-what liquid and swapping with painful alcohol swaps. it was pretty scary frankly, my nuts were shaking and my hand freezing. after all the prod poke etc were done, he talked to me and my folks.

you have a bad case of sore eyes. (phew, what about the blurness from it?) the blurness is caused by virus leaving scars on your eye?( what the fuck? the stupid assholefilic goddamn virus cant clean itself after it shit?) it might take a week or two to cure, but sinceyour body immunity is strong and stuff, it may take a week. but however i advice you to stay oua rugby for two weeks after, as the eye just recovered.(this is the time i got really pissed. what the hell? two weeks? how about my training for the ivp? how about the matches coming up? it aint fair man!!! fucking bitch of a eye sore. damn i am pissed. what if i do not make the squad with my eye like this? please god, help me cure this shit quicker. and screw the school for this shitty asshole of a field it provide for rugby, it looks more for chicken and pig shithole then a field to train a team varying for the the best it can produce. damn it aint fair)

blink blink. i am back in my dad’s new car, a sweet S80 volvo. usually i will be checking its specs and shit, but i can simply muster the energy to have that hype. it just aint fair to me.

god damn the virus that infected my eyes.

damn it. the stupid eye has caused me enough shit already. it is darn right screwing up my life, really destroying the things that i work to build up. damn it. damn it. my to eyes are already so freaking small, the stupid goddamn virus has gotta screw it worse, make me look like some slain alien, with its dying eyes turning into slits.  i miss rugby, like alot. no shit. i meam i am trying out for the team and yet, damn man, how on earth am i going to impress with my stupid cocked up eyes?

rah!!!!!!!! today played dota in class, am damn i suck, no wait, i suck big time. dang.

god please please save my eyes.

russ on the bus.

still stuck with the bloody irritating sore eyes. dang man, when is the redness and the swelling in my eye disappear? boy oh boy. today had lunch with rachel, hash and ian at alumni. do all st marg girl click so fast or rachel and hash love to disturb the hell outta ian and me? right… i realised that my appetite is shrinking, and that cant be good. seriously. i am now a flanker, and boy i guess i am the only flnaker in the world to have his collarbone protruding out, sooner or later i have to buff my shoulder area up or else..hmm.. lets not go there. well.

i was talkingtoday with ian and hash, and boy i realised one thing. a little sexist, but here goes. when guys lack the looks, they still might stand a chance with beautiful girls, with their charm and charisma shining pass their looks. on the other not so nice hand, when female do not posess the ‘pretty/sweet/cute..etc’ image, their chances of getting the hunks shrink. dramatically. i aint kidding about this shit. well..

does this mean that i, who do not posess the looks, might actually have the possible chance of getting a girl, whose heart is as good looking as her face?hmm.. XP (thinking about that.)

whatever the point is. she will come. (= and when she does. she is one lucky girl… ‘cos nearly 1 year of singlehood has it benefits on its takers(=

sunflower

typing with only one eye wide open is not cool, not at all. the other is sore and swell like a a dunno, black eye. seriously ain’t pretty, looks as if i watched too much porn(bullshit chinese myth) with all my friends laughed at me, come on folks enough with the laughter.

this is me.

i may get sometimes screws up things or people around me. damn i am good at that, seriously. some girls really hate me for that, well, what can i say? life ain’t your bitch. sometimes i think too much, i put in hope so much, i ponder on shit way too much for my heart. with my heart and mind in different places, it so hard to decide whether to decide my decision on. darn right its tough.

love is like a beautiful sunflower.

with its bright yellow petals shining, it is sweet.

once it rots, the pretty petals fall out. and the stem grow weak, the flower perish.

so believe in love, and if you have it, treasure it. if you dun, yearn and allow it to find you.

anyway…

WHO GIVES YOU SHIT?!

cheers.

russ

currently in my country club again. finished gyming and having a darn huge breakfast with lit’ brother. relaxing at the glasss reading room is such a good thing to do after such a workout.

it relaxes the mind and the thoughts will just come freely and willingly. soothing music helps too. i need an inspiration, a motivation, someone or something to encourange me. that will do anything for that something to come to me anytime soon.

this blog is so freaking private that few people reads it. so i can freely write my thoughts down without the fear of being an ass or something.

school is such a blur, with homeworks and projects ever increasing. maybe i should start to put in all my effort into it. its for my future regardless of whether i like the modules, the course or the lecturers. its will give me the required paper, learning skills or whatever shit i need to survive the cruel reality of the outside world. i am going to allow me to release my teenage angst in a string of fluently sentenced words.

my fucking life has no meaning, while this fucking world is fucking screwed. screwed the the shits that fucks around us, and fuck the screwed up shit called us. fuck my life, cause it is fucked up.

done. prettily presented, aint it? i want  a handphone, a mp3 player, etc etc. in other words i want the world, i want everything to go my way, life to be free and easy. whatever.

pretty little things called girls. creating disaster when their skirts twirls. wink, blink and a boooom, the guys knows their hearts are doomed. carkeys flashes and the men’s toys growl, jump into the ride and they roll. the suggestive smile, mind go wild, the suductive touch, heart pounding so much, all a lie.

the world pretends, caused my heart a great big dent.

it was all a lie, not even a goodbye.

You Gotta Be

Listen as your day unfolds,
challenge what your future holds
Try to keep your head up to the sky
Lovers they may cause you tears
Go ahead release your fears
Stand up and be counted,
don’t be shamed to cry
You gotta be..

You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold,
you gotta be wiser
You gotta hard, you gotta be tough,
you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm,
you gotta stay together.
All I know, all I know
Love will save the day

Herald what your mother said
Read the books your father read
Try to solve the puzzle
in your own sweet time
Some may have more cash than you
Others take a different view
My oh my, you gotta be..

Time asks no questions, it goes on without you
Leaving you behind if you can’t stand the pace
The world keeps on spinning, can’t stop it if you tried to
The best part is danger staring you in the face

Got to be bad. Got to be bold
Got to be wise. Don’t ever be cold
Got to be hard. Not too, too hard
All I know is, love will save the day