Hey douceheads. I'm in a bad mood with a pinch of hyper which is bad for me, but for you assholes probably is going to be entertaining. Anyway both moods are inspired by this new blog, as you see, this layout is complex for a noob, and I spent quite some time getting it up. So applaud.

Anyway, I think even though you don't give a fuck, I'm going to shove Vietnam down your throats. Why? Because I can, and because its a commie country. Kay, lets just say that with school, NCC, helping Suhairi with the pictures and the sec 3 matching exercise, I ended up home at like 8, really tired. Chiong to pack (everything)  then slept like 3-5 minutes before being woken up by "lets go eat Hanis".

So ok, go eat. Food is like FUCKING SHIT at 3 am. Then after a while, board the flight. Pants hook & eye set off detector. Like what the hell, they're dress pants -.-

Then sit next to Paul and the cher on the plane. Take bus with Mr Fool and his "young lady, and handsome gentlemen" for one hours and thirty-five seconds, sit next to Paul (wait, there's more). Reach the hotel, and get assigned roommates. Joel and... PAUL! Like I'm obssessed or what =D

Then put things down immediately go orphanage (lucky bring the things out, then my luggage half empty. The bloody bench) Then wah all so poor thing no shoe all that. Anyway, after I got my sadistic side back, it was time go back. I think went some supermarket. Then I chiong chewing gum,got some green tea flavor one, but mostly plain. Then I stupid can buy tidbits eat there dowan.

Then second day go again. I push the merry-go-round for the children... Tiring. Lucky my skinnies got endurance otherwise can say bye-bye. Then erm... I forget,but it was supposed to be quite fun.

Then on [s]Wednesday[/s] Monday go Mekong Delta. Fucking huge. Like causeway underneath the straits ah, times two. Thats the width. Then ah I totally never eat there =D. Then go back time, I go happy house like siao.

On Sunday (I fucked up the days,eh?) ah, go the secondary school hear their maths. If you can understand the Maths (forget the Vietnamese) I say you good. The sec 3 all blur some more you think I will know? Something like the lines in a circle something something... then he use the interactive white board move the line then I totally knock out. Anyway, after that went shopping and sight seeing. Some of the more grateful guys may find you have a uniform to wear on national day. Vietnam power!

Then go secondary school (another one). The maths much easier. Still sec 3 standard, but if Tuesday was A maths, it was e maths. Happy lah. Then play play play, eh wait time to fly. So we go.

Ok, so now I post again,I think all link to here,then the old one I just let it suck cock, choke and die.