I Got Paint On Me Fingers

Cause of painting the damn college.

The colour? Light yellow-peachy-ish.

Lets break out the paint brush.

Crossroads Crap

Yours truly has gone mad.

The cause: 2 things.

A program that he's handling,

and his last exam paper tomorrow.

So what to do?

There's a few niggles about the program that must be sorted out,

and I haven't studied enough to be ready for the exam.

So I'm at a crossroad.

Exam or Program?

Let's ponder this for a moment while shitting in the toilet,

1Malaysia style (squatting la brader).

100 and going....

Just now I've realized I've already posted my 100th post on this blog.

And the only informational post is when I've started this effing blog.

The blog just started for the CSC 134 studies.

That the assignments.

To maintain a blog.

Sounds fun.

But some left their blogs.

While others like me kept it going like a choo choo train.

So, what can be expected from my blog after this?

More insanity interlaced with sarcasm and puns on people with a dash of bad mouthing stuff.

Encoded with my own code of craziness and stupidity.

Fo shizzle dizzle.....

Clothes

I ran out of 'em.

I don't have a single shirt to wear for the exam in 2 hours time.

Shit.

Fuck.

Damn.

Worst case scenario is I have to take the exam naked.

.......................

Thinking about it, it's not a bad idea.

Finale: Picking Your Poison

3 poisons.

Torts, CTU and Contract.

Which one will you pick?

Entertainer of the Street

I am an entertainer. Of the street.

I know its a very "masuk bakul angkat sendiri" kind of statement.

But I am.

Ask Don Hadi and Don Zharif.

Don Farid and Don Izzat "Krab".

The know what I mean.

Fo Shizzle Dizzle, boy........