boys, girls and a teacher

Tuesday, January 02, 2001

I'm buying a domain to host this bloody weblog. It's called ianblog.org and you will be redirected to http://ianblog.org/classblog. oh my. /23:01 .ian

School today sucked. I was woken up at about 5.15 am. Then my mother rushed me to bathe, eat breakfast (consisting of some glutinous rice balls) and a nice cold mug of milk. Dad rushed me to school for my first time in that Maris Stella (upon recommendation by my tuition teacher and my mother). Mom really sucks. She sort of embarrased me by giving me a small packet of tissue papers which I didn't need, making other Marists (Maris Stella pupils) comment that I was just another one of those new pupils. That really irked me. I tried returning the packet to Mother but she just got even more angry. Outside the bus, I handed the already crumpled 'wastage of precious trees' to Dad, who was sneezing like hell. Then... (continue next time) /01:08 .ian

Sunday, December 31, 2000

The server (f2s.com) absolutely sucks. And I have a great new layout. /20:29 .ian

Saturday, December 30, 2000

You know, you really suck cock wai yee for sending me that stupid pig poem with nothing in it. and those comics... they can suck your snatch. or you should get your dog to toss your salad. You know what I mean. /17:36 .ian

Hendra if you are reading this, I'm sending you a e-mail explaining how to type in posts. When you receive the e-mail, do what it says, use your real name to sign up (so that miss waheedah knows that it's you) but not any other data. Later you will find a few buttons: Posts, Settings, Template, Archive, Team, Help, and Sign Out. This will help you around in your posts. Below that is some words (the name of the weblog). In the blank space below, type your crap and click on Post & Publish. That's about everything. /05:06 .ian

Hey, hey, don't get worked up (in that area). It's an actual village in Austria. What the words below 'Fucking' mean is: Please — not so fast, not 'bite my penis' (like someone said). /02:04 .ian

Buying a Pinball Machine Recently I added a pinball machine to my toy chest. Not some pinball simulator software, not some toy pinball game from Sharper Image but a real arcade pinball machine. I'm now the proud owner of a 1993 Gottlieb/Premier "WipeOut" pinball machine complete with a Swedish coin door (if this machine could really talk, the stories it would tell!), ski lift, slalom course, bumpers, back glass complete with a ski bunny in a mildly suggestive pose plus of course the flippers, lights and sounds you'd expect to have in a real pinball machine. /01:43 .ian

Thursday, December 28, 2000

Hello Miss Waheedah. You're in the land of Bloggers... wooh. /23:01 .ian

Hey, what do we have here? A weblog! You should see this 'cher. /22:57 .ian