"Only time will tell, if violins will swell."

Wednesday, 18 February, 2009

Slam Crunk- Holiday Parade

High school she was the girl that
Made me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Used to get a pic again, she's a ten...)

In High school she was the girl that
Made me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Used to get a pic again, she's a ten.)

Never thought that she would go and
Work for the president, Mr. George Washington,
(Where my money at! )
She bawls and he calls

And I'ma tell you, like who told me,
Cash rules everything, around me.
Singin' dolla, dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll, yeah.

And I'ma tell you, like who told me,
Cash rules everything, around me.
Singin' dolla, dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll, yeah, oh, yeah.

I said I like big butts, and I cannot lie.
Ooh you otha brotha's can't deny.
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty
Waist, and a round thing in your face you get
Sprung, you want to put on top because you
Noticed that butt was stuffed. D-d-d-deep in them jeans
She's wearin', oh I'm hooked and I can't stop starin'.

Oh baby, I wanna get with ya' and take
Your picture. And my homeboy's tried to warn me,
But that butt you got makes me so horny!

And I'ma tell you, like who told me,
Cash rules everything, around me.
Singin' dolla, dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll, yeah.

And I'ma tell you, like who told me,
Cash rules everything, around me.
Singin' dolla, dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah.

I said now you crank that soulja boy,
Watch me crank and watch me roll.
Watch me crank that soulja boy,
I'm gonna supa man that hoe.
Watch me you, watch me you.
Watch me you, you go and you supersoak that hoe.

And I'ma tell you, like who told me,
Cash rules everything, around me.
Singin' dolla, dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll, yeah.

And I'ma tell you, like who told me,
Cash rules everything, around me.
Singin' dolla, dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll...

Dolla dolla dolla dolla bill
[Super man that hoe! ]
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla, dolla bill ya'll.

And I'ma tell you like who told me,
Cash rules everything around me.
Singin' dolla dolla bill ya'll.
Dolla dolla bill ya'll yeah.

have i thought you about juowi's earphones?
they are FUCKING LONG.
and fucking long as in,

REALLY FUCKING EXTREMELY CRAZILY UNNATURALLY SATANICALLY LONG.

"three meters xiolxzxzsxzs, buy from diaso two dollars!"
- chin juowi

he's so proud of it,
he even tied my hands with his earphones during the speech communication presentation. (yestheonethatipresentedoninnerbeauty)

though i still can type,

and write with it.

kay, let's see...
remainding photos to post,

our course boys playing pool, got bored of me just sitting there, so they turned to me for this photo.

billy hijacking my first black hoodie.
(VIV, NOW YOU KNOW!)

gay yong yong talking about...
what was he talking about again? shit.

me still trying to live with my tied bondage-ful hands.

met up with dom, ben, and martin the other day.

like two kiddos on the train, fighting each other in their games.

MIXED? ONLY? it confuses you. then where do cigarette butts go? paper? or plastic?

me and shahrul, probably the guai-est mentee one could ever have.

getting creative with my tempura udon.

OH YA AND CATECHISM CLASS STARTED YET ONCE MORE.

AND REMEMBER THAT WILD SEX PROGRAMME ON ANIMAL PLANET MARTIN TAN SCAMMED US ALL TO WATCH?
MY DAD FOUND IT ON THE NEWSPAPER AS WELL

GO HUMP YOUR POLAR BEAR/PRAYING MANTIS/CHIMPANZEE/FOX LAH.

1:47 PM