now i'm sad to say that not all will be made happy by this post.some will be heavily offended but i always crack horny jokes anyway.
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right, so basically i'm poking fun at that popula song no air. trouble is, the particular subject and story behind this song is a little more perv. so please, if you dont like jokes involving nehneh, please just dont read the lyrics , spare me all the crap.
(oh yeah, if you really a tightass person who dont like perv jokes, please click here.thank you and bye.)
and on with the anthem of pervs!
No Neh Jugglin Sparks feat. Pissed Clown Tell me how I'm supposed to live with no neh If I should die before I wake It's 'cause you took my breasts away Losing two is like living in a world with no neh Oh
In toilet alone, didn't wanna leave My butt won't move, it's full of shit Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
But how do you expect me to try to breastfeed 'Cause my chest bounds two It's so hard for them to leave
[Chorus:] Tell me how I'm supposed to bitch with no neh Can't live, can't sprint with no neh It's how I feel when I run no bounce leh It's no neh, no neh Got me out here in depression so deep Tell me how Cup D become Cup B If I no neh, I just can't live It's no neh, no neh No neh, neh No neh, neh No neh, neh No neh, neh
I'm balked, I'm canned, I'm stumped, I'm pooped Confused as to why you're smaller too There's nothing left for me to try and feel But somehow I'm still a woman inside You took my breasts, but I survived I don't know how, but I don't even care
But how do you expect me to try to breastfeed 'Cause my chest bounds two It's so hard for them to leave
[Chorus]
No neh, neh No neh, neh No neh, neh No neh, neh No more It's no neh, no neh
[Chorus x2]
No neh, neh No neh, neh No neh, neh No neh, neh
well, thats that done.sorry lah, i sibehsian at home, this kind of shit come out not my pasal.
Sianzzz the blog is going to die soon....Anyway bye...
Everything under the sun, with you.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
are you mad about the projects? do you think its too unfair? do you feel like holiday buay holiday? have you come to the blog to seek solace and reparation for this injustice? do you think school is like crap today? you have some to the right place! nah, one anti-project anthem for you guys.
Shadow Of The Day Linkin Park March holiday we work like bodoh. Holiday like not holiday. Sometimes school like to give trouble. Sometimes the school is like nabeh, oh.
And the work is set for you. The work is set for you. And the project sounds quite gay, Something crappy we can't take, But the work is set for you...
In History set by Miss See Toh, It's so boring until can't say. Sometimes school like to give trouble. Sometimes the school is like nabeh, oh.
And Geog dulan must do, And also, IPW. And the glory of Sports day, Is like spoiled by Maths leh, But the work is set for you.
And Reader's Digest like what seh, Read so long hand in by Monday, But the work is set for you.
And the project sounds quite gay, Something crappy we can't take, But the work is set for you.
sorry for the part where the school kena scold nabeh. trust me, i know people who have much worse to say.
giving you all something to read.now the tagbox seems to have more life than the whole blog put together.sheesh.
anyway,i went to kl last year,armed with a camera to spot all the funky shit you can find overseas.(there acherly a shop in korea or japan selling some foodstuff called puki.i kid you not.)
so i give you:
strange things spotted while in kl.(not much,but yeah,good 'nuff.) some images ver big, so i give link.
lo and behold,a luggage centre!no way you find these things in sg.we all just sebat the kecik kecik lockers only.too many tourists i guess.BUT. notice the open locker and the bag hanging out. so safe liao this one.
ancient radio!this things bout the size of a table,but it is only a radio.the 70's rock. (it aint working though.i tried.inside my hotel room some more.)
with the luck of the sibehsuay, i got the room at the end of the corridor.the pic was taken through the peephole. creative kan? reminds me of hantu stories from thailand. (spirit of the victim,est.if you see hantu dont tell me har.i going again you know.)
uh huh.great names they have here.imagine the conversations: "i have singtel." "i have digi." "i have STD." -end of conv- or how bout this? "i ride a grassland express." "i ride a starmart." "i ride a kok."(eeeee!walau!) -end of conv-
charming.
lastly,in kl theres this place which is a godsend for branded shit.all very cheap(also not very legal but hey)and my mother shopping happily,and i kena carry.
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