ooh yeah. the fingers tt im using to type this now has jus torn up & assisted into my mouth the most delicious crab for the mth of feb 2005 =) i tell u.. grandmas hold the secret to a great home cooked meal! fuck all the 'yan can cook', 'naked chef', 'floyd' give me AH MA anythime man.
hmm was in camp for a grand total of 1 day n here i am again. off till the weekend. think i used the time in there to test the batt life on my ipod haha. which i must add is pretty pathetic. esp when i up the volume n connect it to my cambridge soundworks. guess all the ipod mini users out there shd alr knw this but hey! im new so yeah.
met the sailors this afternoon. i expected fish n co. like the rest of em but hey our ex danish coach ,who some how managed to get engaged to one of our fellow sailors sister, insisted on the local cuisine so we jus moved over to the marine parade hawker centre n had measly chicken rice. i mean after uve tried 5-star chicken rice off east coast road... come on.. how can anything else come close.
dota craving unearthed itself in the time to come so cai n i ended up joining shaun at the lan shop at pw. pretty normal except for one part where some unknown dude said..
annex A: NOOB = beginner
darkterror (some asshole) said: orange(the colour of my player) noob
greg:--looks at cai-- ehh am i orange? is tt guy refering to me? im orange right?
cai: erm yeah i think so. shd be la.. look at ur map
wha after tt i was friggin dulan. fucking xialan etcetc. me!? a noob!? following which he perished at my hands.. i was on a vendetta. but all tt aside, heh i realised tt hey i really get riled up quite easily. he jus said 2 words n i was like AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. haha quite funny at the time.
n yesss! things are gg right for once. my half life 2 is finally fucking installed n teg is meeting for constantine ltr. 0030 show.. wooooo. ltr ppl. happy cny! may u all receive many many ang bows !
oh yeah b4 i forget.. to the MOFO who stole my trolley.. i hope the next time u launch ur boat u get hit by a freak wave which will ineveitably land ur piece of junk at the top of the nearest breakwater n many many pieces of shredded fibre glass. fucker. who said the national sailing centre had good security. first it was my hp back in 2001 now this. geez.
greg out.
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