Thursday, January 04, 2007

mojo talk

recently, i've been thinking. maybe thinking too much till my brain is expanding will there is no more space for it to grow, or i'm just under stress. i dun believe in stress, like how yubin dun believe in sugar. it's like, there is always a way to re-signify stress as something else. i believe it's not something that just any student in secondary school student should venture into. self-proclaim stress? or is it real stress? how do you define the tension?

anyway, what am i talking about? haha. man, my results are like not bad. but my ftas! ARH! AVIONICS! 20/30... OH MY TIAN. it's quite badly done man. i lost 3 marks already. arhhhh.

man, i hope i can like talk to someone now. like get back into the old days, chatting on the phone. i don't have that energy man. dunno y leh. and even though i know quite a number of girls, till my friends got alittle suspicious, i dun really know them well. coz i'm pure lazy and believe that i'm ugly till it's not worth their time. haha. but still, whn i get older, i need to settle down rite? a beautiful (in my sense) wife, 2 children, hdb 5 room, proper job and a MITSUBISHI EVO! haha. must be an evo, or else i wont drive. evo evo evo! asking why evo? cos it has mojo! mojo is everything man. cars, guitars and skills. it's everything. \../,

whn you go on stage, you need mojo. no mojo, no show. on the road, you need mojo. not some crappy lambojini or exotics, but a cool cut tuner or a lux RR. if RR is not in your mind, thn a maybach. if not, no mojo. forget about bmw, benz, MG, pontianc, alfa and other exotics. they are the shit, you need mojo! mojo = tuners = luxury = semi-hollow guitars = fender. mojo is universal. it's like a pea either being glorified as a plant or eaten by men. no mojo, no talk. \../,

haha... damn sian.

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