ASSignments

I AM BORED.
but whatever.

was busy doing my ASSignments for the whole night.
ok, not the whole night, half the night was spent looking for my text which is required for me to complete my assignment, and the other half was spent doing it.
fucking fucked up.

and i'm still not done.
don't have the fucking program to do my stupid BSD E-Learning ASSignment.
asshole.

if the school needs us to use programs that take up so much space.
they should give us external hard drives man, if not, at least sell them to us at student rates eh?
HAHA.
like that's gonna happen.
and uncle pop is doing BSD for me.
THANKS BRO!
i'm sooooooooooooooooooooo greatful.

i'm like pretty tired man.
and do you know what time i woke up today?
heh, i woke up at 6.
PM.

that's like my first time waking up so FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKING late man!
actually i did wake up in between.
then i look at the sky.
'hmmmmm, looks like it's still in the morning, i'll sleep abit more'
then my brother came and wake me up.
i didn't even hear what he said.
guess i was still half asleep.
and i went back to sleep, then my dad came.
everytime my dad comes into my room i'll immediately sit up.
and i do not know why.
one word. STRANGE.

sweet, i am DONE with all the ASSignments for today :D
it's 23 59 now.
HAHA.
almost late. ALMOST.

any way, i had 2 BBQs recently, one on Friday and the other one on Saturday, which is yesterday.
the first one was pretty wack.
everybody there is 17 and i'm the only 18 year old ADULT there =x
hah, adult.
ok, YOUNG adult.
officially an adult on my 21st birthday.

as i was saying, yea, they're all underage punks drinking and smoking.
they need my help for booze and fags.
oh well, the troubles of being 18.
hahaha.

and they're a pretty funny bunch of people too.
i kept laughing the entire night man.
we clicked really well.
i guess it's because we're all gamers.
they can't stop talking about games.
hahahaha.
ok, i play games, but i'm not THAT into games.
they're nuts about games.

any way, after we were done eating, chatting and clearing.
it was almost 1am.
we decided to catch a movie at Cine. [YES! I FINALLY WATCHED A MOVIE. but it wasn't a movie i wanted to watch, so? _|_ ]
we caught the 02 10 film.
the Final Call.
some stupid Japanese Horror film.
it wasn't bad.
kinda nice.
though i'm not sure if it's worth 9 bucks.

any way, when we were done, i met lala and wallace and we had breakfast at Swensen's for breakfast.
lala had cravings for waffles, and that's like the only place that sells waffles at 5am in the morning.
BUT, we reached there, drank their cup of water.
then realised they aint got no waffles.
pussy.
we weren't that anal as to drink their cup of water and go off.
so, lala order calamari, which was kinda nice.
wallace had fries, which was pretty nice too.
and i decided to try their new Chinese crusine.
Fish Soup Bee Hoon.
i wanted something with soup, so i ordered that.
and that's my first and last time ordering it.
it was ok, for your first bite.
then gradually it got worse.
so? it became aweful by the time i decided to stop eating.
and, nooo, i didn't finish it.
actually, none of us finished our food.
after we were done, we ditched the place and went HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET HOOOOOOOOOOOME.

the next day, i was woken up by kevin's phone call.
it came at 9 plus.
i picked it.
and he talked to me about his BTT and everything.
he passed.
CONGRATS BRO!
and good luck to jon for your BTT tomorrow :D
then ok, i couldn't remember what we said.
too tired.
we hung up and i immediately fell back asleep.
he sms-ed me, but i didn't hear it.
so he called me.

kevin: you still sleeping ar?
nef: *lied* no la *sat up*

ok, so i really woke up.
kevin asked if he could come over to my place.
cause his final theory lesson was at 12, and there's like 2 hours in between.
why not?
so he came, we played Winning 11.
we didn't finish the game cause my dad purposely told me to do stuffs.
and he even told me to go deliver some thing to my mum.
so i ditched kevin.
i seriously could not stand my dad yesterday.
he was being exceptionally anal yesterday.
but i know it's my parents' style.
they like to make you feel miserable on your birthdays.
that's why i love birthdays, but dread my own birthday.
i've got a feeling they like to make us cry on our birthdays.
my mum called lala and made her cry.
i was seriously fucking pissed.
felt like calling my mum and scold the crap outta her.
for christ's sakes, IT'S HER FUCKING BIRTHDAY.
21ST BIRTHDAY.
i don't understand man, for one whole fucking year, it's on this day that you should give in to us, tolerate us abit.
but it's the other way round man.
for this one special day in a year, we're supposed to tolerate you two instead.
i know you love us, but i don't understand the things you two do.
but i guess it's pointless trying to understand adults.

i told bernard about my dad being very unreasonable.
he agreed too.
he kept picking on me.
then like we were drinking outside.
he told me clean up the dining room.
three words.

'
WHAT
THE
FUCK
'

whatever.
i knew he's just trying to be a pain in my butt hole.
so i cleaned up, with a some help from Christie.
THANKS BRO :D

any way, yea, i was like telling bernard.
i don't wanna be like my parents.
not because they're bad or anything, just that they don't know how to express themselves.
which explains my frequent PDA. [in the past]
PDA for you, affectionate for me ;D
and they sort of always do the wrong things at the wrong time.

bah, whatever.

any way, yea, we drank shots and played games.
when we played shots bernard sort of lost consecutively for a few rounds, which made him kinda high.
then we stopped with the shots and we played the usual drinking games, and 7UP was exceptionally fun.
we kept laughing at each other and making the same mistakes over and over again.
i sort of made the most mistakes, resulting in me drinking alot.
heh, guess i wasn't thinking straight.
but i didn't get high, not at all.
hmmm, told you i've got 'immunity' against hard liquor.
oh well, and if i drink too much beer i'll puke.
not cause i'm drunk or anything, probably because of the gas?
no clue.
heh, too bad we don't know what's in flaming lambo, otherwise we can make it ourselves.

bernard eventually got really high.
then he took some Butterfly.
and he was gone.
smashed.
which he denied.

yes bernard, i believe you =x

he sort of made a mess by puking, so we carried him into my house and helped him change his clothes.
then we cleaned up the house.
THANKS SOPHIA, CHRISTIE [THANKS AGAIN BRO!] and everybody else that helped.
you guys[and girl] were great :)
and i'm awesome.
hahahahaha.
hey, i did alot of cleaning yesterday ok?

ah fuck, and i slept all the way to 6pm.
i missed wallace's gig today.
fucked.
oh well, i'm sure he did great :D

ok, so that's about everything that happened on Friday and Saturday.
nothing much happened today.
cause it's like sucha short day.
woke up, showered, ate, looked for my fucking C# text for half of the night.
spent the next half of the night doing[and sourcing for =x] my ASSignments.
another thing i don't understand about my dad.
he scolded me for not keeping my stuffs.
ok, i know where i keep everything.
but he always packs up my stuffs[sometimes even trashing them].
he keeps them, we can't find them, then he'll say we 'any how' place them.
ah, forget it.
if i continue i'll probably feel pissed.
plus, i'm hungry.
it's easier to get grumpy when you're hungry.

oh ya, and tomorrow's gonna be a morning lesson for me.
9am at Bukit Timah Market.
STRANGE.
the module's called Appreciating Literary Works.
i wonder which part of the hawker center has 'literary meaning'
heh.
ok, this is making me really hungry.
guess i should turn in.

aite, GOOD NIGHT FOLKS!


P.S
even though i've got a livejournal now, i'll still continue to blog here ;)

DOUBLE P.S
common tests are coming. one word. SHIT