james james. mr lightning fast response.

akesh*// smoke me like a phenomenon. says:
oh i wished her a merry christmas
akesh*// smoke me like a phenomenon. says:
merry christmas btw
akesh*// smoke me like a phenomenon. says:
compliments of the season
james says:
thanks
james says:
is she a christian?
akesh*// smoke me like a phenomenon. says:
yeah i think so
james says:
yes
james says:
the same to u


its screamsand steams through your head like a bullet train on weed and pervades every part of your being; and slowly the silence is driven out and replaced by an endless throbbing, pulsating in time to the beat of your heart, and then faster, faster, faster and you feel yourself begin to burn, your mind dissipating in clouds of red fire, fuelled by the passion of the soft, dark night, until you realise everything within could be pointless, and then hope. always hope to fill the endless void.

amour amour

in other news, it seems all the peace efforts and diplomatic talks amongst middle east countries is gonna count for natch and be rendered pointless because at last! a solution has arrived. forget your peace treaties and troop injections and cut a rug to the new shite- because hey, guess what? the pope is gonna pray for the middle east! wow-wa-wee-wa! (like an old estonian farmer) shazzam! huzzah! now the rest of us get to feel all hey-why-dint-i-think-of-that-i-know-why-dont-i-pray-for-my-exams-and-quit-studying and shite. isnt that just fabulous? gawsh im speechless.

anyways since its all the rage, i guess i oughta say
MERRY CHRISTMAS
and all that jazz.


right about now


fin

well i was actually gonna be real pissed off and vulgar and stuff right here but i was just talkin to a real sweet girl so your all pretty lucky. and i do mean lucky.

HEY. lets have a christmas eve party (for those of you who dont know when that is, its the twenty fuckin fourth) or some form of class party sometime so at least we wont be as lame as we are right now as a class. two months of holidays, no parties, no trips, no shite at all. so much for class spirit. all we got in the end was bhavan deleting his blog, man u crashing out and stallone raving on about wanting to die in his usual fucked up fashion (word to his momma, she must be real proud). so yeah. or if you dont want no party, how bout a club nite? we're supposed to be singapores finest. think a something people.

im off.



okay for the benefit of everyone who actually comes here

FROST

write a critical appreciation of one or more of the following poems, paying close attention to how it is typical of Frost's thematic concerns and stylistic features.

the directive
the onset
after apple picking
love and a question
the oven bird

HEART OF DARKNESS

read intro, make notes on it and how it connects to what has been said in class and your own interpretation of the novel. read also the first 10 pages and on a separate sheet of paper make notes on

thematic issues
impt characters and significance in developing themes
conrad's narrative technique

also, make notes on a separate sheet of paper for 3 sections. section 1 : pg 29 - 36, section 2 : pg 36 - 38 and section 3 : pg 40 - 44.

butler will be collecting ALL THESE NOTE SHEETS on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. yep.

HELLO CLASS BLOG!

kudos to sean akesh and edmond who keep this thing alive haha.

anyway, we never had that acm/ zoo trip. guess everyone was just TOO LAZY to get back to ANYONE. we are a SUCH a procrastinating class. except for some worthy individuals of course.

omg! imagine, we'll be J2 in a matter of weeks. yuck. and before you know it, the a levels are bearing down on us... ):

anyway, TRY to do your lit assignments, and i hope you guys have at least done a bit of reading up this hols? cos we needneedneed to catch up!

TA!
I am blogging for the sake of filling up space.

Haha, yes, nothing much to write. You know, we should just turn this blog into a daily update of everybody's blog. So everybody should just post a copy of your blogs here.

Whatever. Fuck. This is stupid.

C'est tout.
mein herz steht still
my heart stays still

amour amour
love love

dein herz schlagt
your heart beats

amour amour
love love

stirb nicht vor mir,
ich denke
dass ich sie liebe

dont die before i do,
i think
i love you

amour amour
love love

te quiero, hermoso
i love you, beautiful

amour amour



and what a horrid feeling it is,
to be in love again
little joy, sleepless nights
every day is one of pain

fin
"You presume too much."
He stared at her, face blanched to ashen gray. Something shifted within the silverine recesses of his pupils, a dark rage blossomed as the words cut through the air like a leaden cord across ice.

"Why?" He asked through gritted teeth, spitting the word out. "Why will you whore yourself to them time after time yet me! Me, you refuse even the slightest touch."

She stared back, looking down upon him for she had risen, the high back of the chair was all that stood between them. She was beautiful then even if her skin had turned to white. The woman's eyes shone like blood spilled upon obsidian, the candlelight reflected upon her pupils betraying her calmness for in her eyes too dwelt the beginnings of a storm. It would not do to match their gazes for a moment more and the woman turned away, her unclothed back facing him.

She heard the stifled gasp and the muttered curse, had it been anyone else, she would have laughed. Here, it only hardened her convictions. The man was sick with desire for her, poisoned by the toxic-slickness of lust and all this, she could discern.

How could he not feel thus? The woman was brilliant in her anger. Her auburn hair like a burning pyre frozen in time, the tendrils of crimson fire caught and bound with nothing more than a gilt fillet and an ivory pin. She could feel his eyes upon her nape now, where ribbons curling from her bodice rose and wound once, twice, thrice across her neck before being bound into a bow at the side of her neck. It would be exquisite to wrench it from her throat, to hear the breath come ragged to her when he wrapped his hands around that elongated neck with skin the colour of fresh cream even as the ribbons fell away, trailing at her arms.

"Because, my dear sir, you love me whereas they, do not."

He swallowed, hands trembling even as he smiled at the cruel irony of it all. Oh the woman! How she let herself fall upon her knees night after night for those scums yet deny the one person who would fall upon his knees in careful worship. No, it was just like the woman to let those who would raze the garden trespass and then name the loving guardian trespasser.

She could feel his gaze lower now, inch by torturous inch as he consumed the bared flesh of her back, down to the delicate curve above her buttocks. It made his knees weak, just thinking about pressing the flat of his palm against that expanse of unstained flesh. Truly, it would make up for alot, to see the mark of his palm branded upon the new ivory skin of her back.

She turned around, bearing no longer his unrequited gaze. The swish of silk was nigh audible in the silence that ensued. She could feel the silk moving like water across her hips, the silk splayed across the entire length of her leg even if it left her back entirely bare.

"You trust me don't you? Break that trust, and I am yours."

He shuddered inwardly at her voice. Whiskey could burnish no more another's voice as hers for it was deep yet rich and it struck more than a single chord within the man's body.

"What do I have to do," he whispered. "What must I do before you will play the whore for me?"

She smiled then, though in it was no mirth to be found. Her lips pursed together, those lips thick and well-formed with the valley at its centre defined with nothing more than a touch of carmine to deepen its colour.

"It would depend on your measure of my worth, sir. In gold, or in kind."

His eyes widened, the sharp intake of breath she heard though was it out of pain, hurt or something else, she could not discern. It hurt her inside then, though she did not show it. He might have loved her before, but now, it was a love bound with hurt and she knew, it would not take long before despite set in.

So be it, she thought even as her eyes lay unflinchly upon his, so be it.

"Fifteen thousand, wired to you in the morning," he rasped.

"Done."

He rose, quicker than she had expected and by virtue of his strength for he was young and well made, struck her onto the ground.

"My lady," he whispered even as he tore the bow at her neck away, his lips pressed hard against the flesh it bared, "you will deny me no longer."

She closed her eyes and nodded. It was done. Him, she had broken. Only this time, she felt herself break too.

It was done.



I'm too bored. Although I did watch the Snow Queen yesterday which was really cute for a children's production. I thought the flower scene was the most -_____- one. ZOO!! Sheesh.

C'est tout.
its been so long since ive actually written anything on this here blog that I decided to pull myself away from the highly fulfilling (and addictive!) business of watching the grass beneath my balcony grow. so here I am, back! in action for your happy dose of daily/weekly/monthly distraction.

the past few days have been beautiful and begging for activity so we been playing soccer every day. just yesterday we demolished the other team 10-3 and today 5-2, scoring 11 goals in all. turnout has been quite decent but since this isnt An In Depth Analysis As To The Physical Routines Of Singaporean Juvenelia I will have to stop short there.

Now most of you might not know this- but canada is having its elections like in this period of time. so let me explain how this happy little process works. No, actually all you really need to know is that the president is the King of a Democracy. In SOME places however (hmm. like where? i wonder. ah well. i'll just sing a song about this pore.) he could be more likened to the court eunuch whilst wizened old Lekuye the monkey man rules from his tree nest. But who gives a damn? I'm happy; your happy (I think) and Tinky Winky over there seems happy sodomising Barney the Dinowhore too. And if we're all happy it means that- screw what it means. Sometimes there are mistakes. Sometimes there are screwups. Like when Dipsy starting getting illegal satellite porn from that antenna on its TubbyTV. Or worse still, when you start believing you have assets you dont really have like that middle aged balding man who combs his few remaining strands of hair over his cueball pate in a desperate attempt at looking dashing a debonair; a hit with the ladies.

so we all need plans. my long term plan is to become a lawyer. short term? clubbing on sunday.


fin
oh noe i think everyone died

anyway in other news, lol.
smee again
daniel's got another message
those with history S (freaks..) please contact him cuz he's got a message to pass on and he doesn't know who's in the class



enjoy one more month of freedom, :)

plugs
Krist
Liyana
Sarah
Denise
Candice
Sean
Bhavan
Steven
Geri
Akesh
Edmond

snapshots

Racial Harmony Day '05
Class Par-tay! 080805
Econs Debate: Monopolies are Evil
Beloved
From Akesh's Phone - always something new!

artistic masterpieces


Dear Daniel,
You talk like a whale,
You've got a tail,
You look like a snail,
But you're still my daffodil!

Dear Val,
You're sticky like gel,
You're far from a belle
You look like a cow
But you're still my best pal!

Dear Geri,
You're so smelly
You have a belly
You look like jelly
But you're still my buddy!

Dear Muruthi,
Your brain is so puny,
Your nostrils are lusty
You're so slutty
But you're still our honey!

Dear Nick,
You make me sick
You look like a dick (and prick)
You deserve a kick
But you're still the one we pick!

Dear Sam,
You look like ham
You're so not glam

But you're still our cute lamb!

Dear Candice,
You smell like piss

You cannot shit with ease



Dear Akesh

Dear Bhavan

Dear Kristine

Dear Sean,
You smell like a prawn
You are as sick as porn
You look like a corn
But you're still the one we fond!

Dear Janice,
You're such a menace
Your head has a crevice
You are covered in grease
But you're still the one we like to kiss!

Dear Liyana,
You stink like rotten banana
You have no na-na
You look like an amoeba
But you are the prettiest flow-a!(flower)

Dear Denise,
You look like a p*n*s (NICK's IDEA)
You dunno how to play tennis
You look like yeast
But you're still the one we love and miss!

Dear Sarah,
You're so terrible ah
You look like a papaya
You don't wear a bra
But you're still our hot mama!

Dear Clare,
You've got no hair
You dance like a bear
Your undies have a tear
But you're still the most fair!

Dear Darius

Dear Ed

Dear Steven,
Your hair is like a fern
You always never listen
Your name rhymes with Bhavan
But you're still our Christmas present!

Dear Stallone

archives
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November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
February 2006
March 2006
April 2006
May 2006
July 2006
January 2008
February 2008

MTV!


ALONE WITH DARIUS

Episode 1
Featuring the hit single - Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Episode 2
Guest starring singing sensation Stallone Goh!
*Recommended*
Akesh Solo
The One with Lots of Talking
SuperDario
Pak Ali
The One Where Everyone is Sad
Piano Maestros
The Holy Man

BBC News

Shouts and Warcries
Popular talk show host brings on the heat among our Sports stars
Technology and You
"What's that thing that moves all around the screen called?"

Darius the Tennis Star

The Boy Who Lived
Darius' Downfall
A New Fwen
V is for Victory!
Tragedy Strikes

Other Darius videos

Darius Strikes BackThe One with the Sports Bra :P
Darius Strikes Back 2
The Aftermath of the Strike Back
Stairwell Drama
Darius the Peacebroker
Executioner - Supervised Self-StudyDarius gets whipped

Darius Hits - All Day

Sad Childhood (Que Sera Sera)
Sandy (Mandy)
The Rap
Lady Darius the Songbird- Amazing Grace

Sounds and Snippets

Lusty Nostrils
Akesh's Last Words
Victor Khodorkovsky

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Entries artistic masterpieces snapshots plugs MTV archives

val [fatcheeks]
janice [sicko]
geri [gingerspiceee]
krist [molerat]
sarah [rahrah]
cand [meangirl]
liy [ahsoh]
dee [pee]
clare [bully]
nick [ahchiu]
sam [pervert]
bhavan [unclebhavan]
edmond [ed]
akesh [rebelstarr]
james [mr b]
darius [angelo]
sean [susilo]
daniel [bigbeef]
steven [cheesebun]
stallone [mr green]