im not emo

ib is over. no more farking uniforms

no more waking up at 6( for now at least)

and best of all , no more farking studying.

but why does it seem, like its no big deal.

i guess, till i get that someone, ill never be happy (:


WHY CANT I SLEEP. i havent slept for 20 plus hours!!

what happens when you keep thinking about her and you have a major exam in about 14 days?


IMMEASURABLE STRESS.

STRESSSSS


i need lamb shish kebab nowwwwwww

here i am trying to do more than 12 economics short answer queations

but then suddenly, a sharp pain attacks my heart.

and guess who appears in my mind.


its been a long time since i felt this way, but i reali think its the wrong time to be doing so.

BUT I CANT HELP IT! its delightful!(when im not having a sharp pain in my heart) (:

snippets.milestones.memories.



Year 2004

SAC.the lingering smell of meatballs from kampong delights tantalizes my nose, and it twitches at the delicious smell that oozes from the plate of rice in front of me. As i sat on the high chair alone, suddenly, someone pops beside me. He offers me a drink. I look at him. I wondered. "hmmm pakistani? but there might be a slight malay look to him. but again, he looks indian. but no. he doesnt speak tamil. he speaks malay. ok. his definitely malay."

and i shall forever remember the bright smile that he gives me, and i shall forever remember that he was the first guy that made friends with me in the SAC.

if your wondering who. ITS YOU MOPTIMUS. i still havent pay you back the 50 cents anyway haha.

Year 2005

ah the sight of that wallet sticking out his ass. the sudden twitch of my hand. and suddenly, i am 16 dollars richer.

thus came the constant supply of 20 dollars over the next few weeks. Unfortunately, this supply suddenly stopped when my own ass was sticking out on stage.

god, wtf man. DUMBASS BOY.

Year 2006.

what preceeded the most morally incorrect year was the most disastrous academic year. since then, i have never turned back, and psle seems like a distant history in my mind.

but then, this interesting, slightly mad character, starts to know me better, and i start to realize that his not such a bad guy afterall. We become kinda close, and we started to be what we called "gym brothers". well, even though we cant safely say that now, i will never regret meeting this f**d up son of a bitch.

AND YES, RYAN JOEL THOMASZ, THATS YOU MY BUFF BROTHER.

Year 2008

one word. FUN. FUN. FUN.

well, ok thats 3.

but hey, how can life be boring when you have an angry bird, a horny dickhead, a manslut and a singh in your midst?

RHU VERN, JIM, RYAN, JASPREET SINGH. CB WHAT WOULD IB BE WITHOUT YOU.

Year 2009

well. its the SAC again.

the smell of the fresh potatoes still fills up my nose. unfortunately, it doesnt really tantalize my senses anymore. can you blame me? kampong delights for 6 farking years?

well definitely not.

but hey. fark the food. who needs food. who needs that f. when you got other f's like friends, fun, and well, friends.

thats all that really matters. memories arent reali fun, if its only you in it. so heres to all the friends, that will make up my sweet memories, my sweet six years in ACS.





OMG ITS REALI LAST DAY SIA.

WTFFFFFFFFF.

but wtf. wtf wtf wtf. you are one mutha pussy amirul rasyid bin lasiman.

aronhide was mildly pleased with his prelim results that he attained today, particularly with the major improvement in his physics.(all praises to mr chiew)Also, the surprise 5 he got for english made his day even better, even though there was a slight blemish due to the unbelievable econs results.

all in all, the results caused aronhide to be in a chipper mood the whole day.

but knn. wtf. cb. makan tahi.

HOME IS HELL. HOME IS UNGRATEFUL. HOME IS INSENSITIVE

instead of "well done son"

shouts. arguments. I DUN BELIEVE THE RESULTS YOU ARE GETTING. ARE YOU SURE IT IS SIX.

great. just great.

just gimme a farking break man, learn to trust your son.

hot asian girls with sick electro music. can it get any better?

ZAM ZAM reunited today with happiness and renewed vigour. Me and moptimus were thoroughly impressed by zumblezee's drive to suceeed, and this drive was clearly infectious to us comrades. and so they enjoyed, while i partly enjoyed, what could have been a perfect day. 

3 major events happened in our holy outing. 

1) KENA PAISEH. JIA LAT. 

aronhide  realised there seemed to be an influx of people from his school at lido. so he was thinking to himself, " wow, today seems like the day to be out." so, he kept a look out for any familiar faces in the crowds of movie goers and muggers. and then. disaster struck. for privacy purposes, the woman in question will be reffered to as THAT YOUNG XENA.

so aronhide spotted someone. she looked 100% from the side as THAT YOUNG XENA. he swears by his balls. so without further ado he half shouted. "EH, THAT YOUNG XENA." and what followed was a blush, and utter embaressment for both parties.

"eh fark sorry sorry sorry wrong person." 

all aronhide wanted to do at that moment was to hide under moptimus and zumblezee's armpits. to make matters worst. he saw her at least 5 more times for the next half an hour, each glance bringing uncomfortable lurches in his stomach, and a face as red as prego.

JIA LAT.

2) FUNNY MEN? HAHAHA MY ARSE. 

seriously. WTF IS WITH ZAM ZAM GETTING THE 'PRIVELEDGE" to watch this kind of shit movies. aside from 'yippee kai yay muthatfucka' from the ikea doctor, and the dick length of Ira the jew, there was nothing funny about the 2 and a half hour debacle. but, aronhide still likes eric bana!


3) disappointment for aronhide

aronhide understands, but aronhide wonders, and hopes that what you say is true bro. he still supports you in your endeavours.


what a mixed day for aronhide. 

oh yea,


4) WE SHALL FIGHT ON

in the spirit of zumble zee, ZAM ZAM shall not be wavered from their pursuit of straight a's and 45 points. cheers to moptimus, zumblezee,and aronhide.




i smile whenever i daydream of what i want. but, daydreams remain daydreams. 

and so we talked about love, with guidance from the love guru(cheers to you), and with many sides to the story, with each one of us fighting to put in our opinions. the smell of the grape sheesha seem to spur our love guru on, as he coerced us with his views of love, with words as smooth as nutella.

ok, mayb im exagerrating, but reali, i was amazed. amazed at my own immaturity too. how to fark am i so immature. for heavan's sake, i take thoery of knowledge. well i guess i know now that it doesnt give you points for love. 

but thats not the point. the immaturity im talking about is. should i press on. shoud i.

both in my studies, and this game of love that can "attack you from all sides."

maybe i should, coz "life is full of possibilities."

and mayb i shouldnt give up coz " the worst and lowest thing you can do is giving up."

all these strong phrases, but are they enough to move me, motivate me?

C"MON ARONHIDE. FARKING DO IT MAN. YOUR THE MAN. 

tsk. who am i kidding. only time will tell.



I LOVE MY NEW SENNHEISSER PX-100 HELL YEA.

 its shameful really, how we ended up in the rain, waiting for this band we thought was from berlin.

Zumblezee and me, ignoring the call to break fast, and knowing that we had only heard one of their songs play 10 times on our itunes only today, decided to check out this band we never gave a thought about in the past.

we were not disappointed, despite the fact that  we didnt know all the songs, except the last one, the one that had been playing on repeat on our itunes the whole day. After every song where we meekly murmured, while this head-bobbing asshole whose face looked like it needed a good smack was moaning the lyrics like a deer in heat, we were like , "pls let it be feel good drag."......"i ****ing bet you its feel good drag" ....."hmmm, im feeling good about this next song, it could be a drag"....."YES ITS FEEL GOOD DRAG." 

Finally, at the very last song, where our hopes were faded, A SONG WE KNEW. YAY. YAY. and so we sang (murmured loudly) the lyrics, and screamed our heads off. man was it good.

or maybe its was just the immense relief we were feeling.

oh wells, maybe we should stick to obscure and "who the **** is this" music zumblezee.