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Tuesday, April 04, 2006
[[Guys, help me out.. Old-School party needs all of us..]]


l have yet to come up with any solid plan for my Retro party.. Actually the retro I'm refering to is more accurately my Sec School days era, the late 90s...

That was the time when...

IRC was the MSN...

We still used combs to style our hair...

Combs were a fashion statement...

The brand "No Fear" was AX to us...

You can download mp3 like you own the internet and not get caught...

Dial-up 56k was like broadband to us...

Napster was Bittorrent...

It was uncool if you HP doesn't flash LEDs like a mirror ball...

It was absolutely necessary for your handphone to emit ringtones as loud as sirens....

Daytona USA was Initial D ...

The closest thing we had to PSP was Game Gear...

The list goes on man...


Link to note: http://www.party411.com/guides.html


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JPG was the SHIT!!!

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Combs come only in one length...long

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Cute Beng

It may seem fun at first, but I have no idea how to go about it... I wanted to incooperate this Sec Sch idea into my Bday party... Actually, I don't really know if I should celebrate... I don't even know if I really wanted to have this party... Back then, I had the idea of this party, because I wanted to give a Thank-You speech to my parents... But now so much has happened at home... They gave me so much problems, made me feel like shit.. I can't bring myself to say anything man... All I wanted to say was out of the heart, from feeling.. I am a feeling, interest/driven person.. Confirm nothing good will come out of my mouth given this current state of things..

I just don't understand why they treat me like that. I think other people will definitely say that I think too much la, oversensitive la... Maybe it's shit which you think is ok, but to me, it's shit that stinks big time...

They are just just getting on my nerves man... I don't fuck care if they don't give me advice or encourage me or what so ever... But don't put me down man... It's alwasy got to be them to input the negative comments.. A weeks back, it was Ma who asked how I wanted to celebrate my Bday... Now when I said I thought of doing so.. The first thing she said was the down-payment how, need money to spend... Then if do, make it downstairs, don't want BBQ, cos she no energy to prepare and clear up.. It's like what sia??? It was her who asked me first... And she has to be the one to discourage the idea? Then why not just fucking shut up? As the old saying goes, if you have nothing good to say, then don't say it at all... In any case, it's not that my friends are not matured enough to offer to help out... Of all the fucking times my brother who called for the BBQ, it is my firends who stayed back to clear everything up...

So what is the fucking problem here man? I had this fucking idea for this Bday shit because I have never celecbrated my Bday before, lest the times I was still a kid.. I don't even fucking know how to celebrate a birthday, which is why I am stuck here now... If not for the intention back then to give them a Thank-You speech, I wouldn't even think of this shit... I don't even know if I should do this... Nothing I have done so far has ever reaped any returns. Not that I asked for anything in return, but I just felt like a fool for everything that I have done...

i was here @
11:18 PM.

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