NONSENSE

mornin.
compilin all my nonsense from my friend's blogs:

frm kong's blog:

pm4 punya mother, 2008-2008
these are depressing times, i downgraded Pm4 punya mother to father in facebook.
we mourn for our mother....

but first a few of daniel lee siang yuin's quotes which we all can ponder on and use in our lives.

'yeah, my uncle went to the land of bliss. or heaven. or achieved moksha. or watever.it is reali learned hw to fold paper gold 4 him.man in black? mother in black more likely'

'mornin. once upon a time there was nutin. then the creator said, let there be a PM4 09 group. n there was a PM4 09 group. then the creator thought, this group is so empty, let there be members, but no one came. the creator was so desperate, dat he went to pee in the toilet. and suddenly, someone cm. the someone, oncludin dragon lady, silent n latent force, lady of visual identity, mother, corrupted finance minister, phosphidiesterbond, lady of intergration, walkin n talkin book of life, ..............cant rmember dat much offhand, n boom! a great flood came n swept away everytin. the creator then wrote in his blog, i as the creator of PM4 09 group, will promise to be a gd boy n send the mother to tanjung rambutan.'

'wats this bout order 33? as long as it doesnt concern my favourite blue colour, im willin to receive any punishment on behalf of sushi king'

'hey! wats with the change in my post?! i dont want to go to tanjung rambutan! im still sane! no!!!!!!!!!!! my precious mother will miss me.....'

' gd mornin. yes jason, im nt bk in ipoh. since the creator is disappointed wit me, im goin to try nt to talk crap anymore but theres a mutual tendency of boredom to incite fits of spoutin solid nonsense in the name of flamin bloody burnin bleedin blindin blinkin blurkin frogs. firstly i aplogise 4 projectin a slightly immature image of the guys in PM4 and i feel deep remorse 4 all the days i tortured anyone i tortured wit my literal bullshit, n i want to.....hang on.....im nt talkin crap, am i? yeah im serious..........ly talkin crap. no, im not. im serious...... as usual. And oso, i want to express my sheer joy 4 being appointed as the mother of PM4 even though i dont see y i deserve this utmost honour, n i want to add, y is there no post 4 father? it is my utter disappointmt that the mother does nt hv a father to go forth n lay eggs, in the sense of fried eggs. bacon will be preferable but as master yoda says, eggs r those who r made to look strong n bacon r those who hv whacked kong'

'hi, brothers, n sisters, on this beautiful mornin, i as the mother of PM4 am goin to give a speech on the topic...... i forgot wat topic. Anyway since its soooo borin in subang dat im reduced to writin crap on PM4 Taylors 09 wall. Theres only timothy wit me here, n smhw he doesnt trigger my crap talkin as much as Jason or chiayew does, so here i am writin a grandmother story hopin to express my love of mickey mouses n fried chicken n oso to waste my time writin nonsense, tryin to take up all the precious space on PM4's wall. Btw, i miss class n i want to ask, does anyone here like dogs? cos i do n my mother doesnt let me hv one. In terms of chicken dumplings n bicycles, i would like to conclude that, i love my mother more than fried chicken.'

'since i feel so uselessly brin tdy, i m goin to give a no nonsense rainbow on the topic of google and its bad effects on the health of hallucinations since u should listen to phones through d left side of ur brain to minimise microwaves resonatinand bcos i jus dun kno hw t post anything on pm4 blog cos i cant get in kenvin hasnt been invited so cant get in through his blod either and therefore its better to vent the hunger and stravation of eternal bliss and peace on the whole pack of houses leadin t their doom in the greatest palace of dried pancakes withj the addition of salsa sause and hornkin dung bombs to the speed of light with a constant acceleration of exactly one jokin of goody bags.'

thus now i, mr kong salute siang yuin's mother for giving us such an incorridgible mother. Thank You, Lee family.



mother on clouds
well tday is a gd mornin to be sharin with u all out there. i ll start with my mother... sorry, my name which is strictly composed of alphabets and not numbers, please note the fact that i m nt chia yew but an honoured coursemate of his that will be lecturin u on the inevitable destiny of the love which will blossom btween mothers n daughters n sons or even grand mothers, n i hope that in all order there will be no one commitin suicide after readin wat i wrote. firstly, ..... yes i 4gt to tell u all my name. a name is a sacred part of u which u will bear throughout ur life, smthing u will be known n identified with, by ur friends, ur relatives, ur enemies, n ur mothers. but in real life, one should concentrate more on their mothers their family than on creatin enemies. enemies u convert into friends will be wind under ur wings, anchors bneath ur ships, n this in turn proves that mothers really hold an important role in our mundane affairs, which then in turn makes up our life. then again, ricebowls oso has a great big influence on hw humans think that they themselves r very great. in actual fact, most of them hv ate too much rice till they suddenly realised they had ate too much sugar along with it. added together, sugar n rice will then be converted into white goo that will shorten one's already short lifespan, splitin one's cells into mulch through osmosis, creatin a great decomposin environment 4 germs n microorganisms. sorry again. i realised i have nt tell u all my name. i want to express my deepest regret 4 my forgetfulness n hope that u guys will 4give me 4 it. forgetfulness is smthg no one should tolerate, cos this shows that the person is nt fit 4 eatin salad. when eatin salad, cucumbers could get stuck in ur teeth n u could 4 get to get it out n it will be stuck there untill it rots on its own, and accompany u as u go to heaven. heaven is a nice place, or so i heard from someone. i jus read the five people i met in heaven the other day n truly u can feel the balance btween the fried banans n red apricorns dancin in the wind. this shows that u should b3e gd boys n never eat too much salt durin ur lunch or u will deteriorate from lamp posts to petrol. and oso, there is that place called hell which i heard is a place where the air-con is rosak. imagine. ur aircon is rosak. wat can u do? nutin. NUTIN. so, all u can do is to sit down pretendin nutin has happened. which will inturn cos karma to fix the aircon. so u will ask, wats the difference btween heavenb n hell? an air con? definitely no. point of information. this is a term that i jus learned this mornin. kong taught me this phrase n he says u use it in english debates, inaccordance to the difference btween heaven n hell, is earth is a nice place to live in n wait, theres more.... i havent told u all my name, my name is given by my mother, though i dont know why or hw on earth she gave me this name. its nt such a bad name, in fact, i love my name for the fact it reminds me of.... kong is startin to look at me nw 4 writin so much and takin so long jus to type "a few sentences" on his blog. anyway, my name ..............is ...............................
Daniel
Lee
Siang
Yuin.

mr kong: haha mr daniel, the pic u put kena censor. people this is my fren speaking. Note his level of craziness and nonsensicalness.


but then again the last day, i did not learn most from the conference but i learnt most at my relative's birthday dinner with her and it was on accord of one of my bets with daniel.
kong: eh i dare you to call your mother and say i love you.
daniel: but she wont listen....
kong: come on make a difference (already with a snigger...bad kong..)
daniel: alrite....(reluctant tone)
Daniel: (a whole lot of crap to mother or a better phrase- sweet nothings)
Daniel: and ammi, i love you...
Kong: (OMG... he did it...)
zhen checks his phone log. Dialled 1: MUM
Kong: then what did she say?
Daniel: i love you too
Kong, Zhen, Esther : orrrrr...
Kong: guys, daniel just said i love you to his mum...clapping is in order...
Eeryone: (Clap as it was in order and it would be unwise and scary to go against mr kong)
and there was this hidden happiness in him... i could see he was amazingly happy.
i, needless to say, felt the most touched in years.... there was a small urge to cry...really...emoness set in...
habis cerita.


frm esther's blog:

Daniel
Everyone is related to him as he calls all the girls in PM4 sisters.Loves all the mothers of the world especially his mother.Was initially quite quiet until TAYMUN-SG.Likes singing.Made a fool of himself during TAYMUN-SG by giving a speech about masturbation and mothers in front of roughly 100 ppl.Loves Miss Ko as she's going to be a mother.Jason's very best friend.Genius who does not take down any notes in class.Has his own passing (note:Passing, not A)mark of 99%.


frm jamie's blog:

Danieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel - Daniel Lee Siang Yuin
Defender of Mothers Federation
Order of Randomness - 1st order
1st time : Girl catches bus
2nd time: Bus catches girl's mother
"Ms. Ko's smile is like the rising sun"
"Hwwwwaaaaiiii"


frm ken vin's blog:

april 28-model united nations conference
(this speech is to be spoken in a complete dull monotone which could hardly be heard but enough to roughly make out the words)

POINT OF INFORMATION FOR GAY RIGHTS
gd mornin honourable chairs, distinguish delegates n their mothers. As an example, the secretary general masturbatin while hvin fantasies of the deputy chair of the GA2 4 all this delegate cares.
DELEGATE OF ______:IS THE DELEGATE ALLOWED TO SPEAK SUCH CRUDE THINGS IN THIS CONFERENCE, THE SECRETARY GENERAL MASTURBATIN HVIN FANTASIES BOUT THE CHAIR OR SMTHG?
the deputy chair of GA2.
THE CHAIR: IT IS NT ALLOWED.
its jus an example.
THE CHAIR: THE DELEGATE IS ISSUED A 1ST WARNIN, PLS RETRUN TO HIS SEAT.
thank you.
( the follwin is the continuation of the speech of this delegate to rectify his newfound image as a pervert) but this delegate jus couldnt see wat in the mothers nm is wrong with dat. the secretary general may be a gay, but he is still a human, an individual capable of contributin to his own nation n country, give his manpower to the society, n carve his own space in this world of evryones mothers. he jus wants to earn his own livin, why should he be disciminated n be singled out n given less rights as compared to his mother? jus becos his mother is normal? and this delegate would like to direct the houses attention to the definition of normal. wat is normal? this delegate may like chocolate cakes n his mother likes cheese cakes. but does this makes the mother of this delegate normal n this delegate abnormal? does jus becos the majority likes cheese cakes makes likin cheese cakes normal? is the majority normal? there is no real definition of normal n jus 4 the information of the mothers of the house, in the point of view of gays, even they may view their own mothers as abnormal. hence, does the delegate agree that lovin ur mothers does nt mean u r a gay?(the frustration of this delegate in nt bein able to complete his serious speech has droven him over, n lost all interest in the conference, n resolved nt to be serious at all as shown in next few followin speeches.)

SPEECH FOR MEASURES OF DESEMINATION OF RACISM N XENOPHOBIC MATERIALS
gd mornin honourable chairs, delegates, n their mothers. well firstly, this delegate would like to demand the full attention of the house n strongly insist that this delegates speech is nt interrupted by any mothers point of privileges as done by the delegate of ______ when this delegate was givin his point of infornation for gay rights.
DELEGATE OF ______:ISNT THIS VINDICTIVE, I MEAN, THE DELEGATE BRINGIN UP THINGS DAT HAS HAPPENED.
point of order.
THE CHAIR: DELEGATE OF _____ IS NT ALLOWED TO INTERRUPT THE SPEECH OF THE DELEGATE UNLESS WIT POINT OF PRIVILEGE.
DELEGATE OF ______:POINT OF PRIVILEGE.
THE CHAIR:GRANTED.
DELEGATE OF ______:THIS DELEGATE DEMANDS AN APOLOGY
(cuttin her) this delegate apologizes profusely to the delegate of mothers.
THE DELEGATE OF _____:DOES THE DELEGATE KNOW WATS THE MEANIN OF VINDICTIVE?
no(with an emphasized monotone)..... may i continue?
THE CHAIR: YES U MAY.
although this delegate stronly supports any measures regardin this topic, this delegate would like to remain neutral on the matter of this resolution as this delegate hasnt even read it. n in accordance to the matter of warnins, this delegate would like to thank the chair 4 his second warnin if he has received 1. this delegate refuses any point of information n yields the floor to the chair. (salt n sugar: n this delegate would like to yield the floor to the delegate of the united kingdom as he is the most active in this present conference n has a nice accent n would like to welcm him to critisize this delegate 4 tryin to lighten the mood of this conference.)

CLOSIN SPEECH
gd mornin honourable chairs, delegates n their mothers.
THE CHAIR :PLS BE REMINDED TO FOLLOW THE PROCEDURES OF THIS CONFERENCE. (continuin as if nutin happened)well, firstly, this delegate politely refuses t apologize 4 his monotone which is specially designed t infuriate all parties and this delegate would like to get straight to the point on the topic of... sorry this delegate has forgotten wat topic he is speakin on, but would like to declare its firm stand supportin countries which strongly supports the vocal expression of love of mothers, as gays also has mothers. and this delegate would also like to express his deepest remorse for ruinin the utterly serious image of his partner in the world nuclear association and 4 earnin him his 1st warnin. this delegate would like to yield the floor to the chair. thank you.
THE CHAIR: I THANK THE DELEGATE OF WNA. WELL, IM SURE DAT WAS VERY ENTERAININ N U ALL HAD UR LAUGH.
(cuttin in) and this delegate would also like to express his love 4 the chairs mother.
THE CHAIR(STUNNED)(applause n laughter)(this delegate walked down feelin nutin cept 4 sudden fits of uncontrolled mirth which is governed by a mask of blurrness till he reached his seat)

may 30-boredom
well. gd mornin, daniel here tday,firstly, sorry ken vin, 4 nt updatin ur blog 4 such a long time... this is largely due t the psycological effect ur blog has on me... the black back ground,,, the dull grey colouration of words, ur disgustin pictures of urself... *hiccup* did i write anythin wrong... oh yeah the (in a more positive way) not disgustin pictures of urself makes my mother feel no mood at all t even write crap on this depressin blog. however, u should feel lucky, cos tday marcel is here, n he is invigilatin my work, while tryin to clear his throat and askin me t write more bout him in ur blog. well, the first thing bout marcel.... i love his mother.when u ask 4 his mother's name, he will answer "top Secret". and wat is so secretive? he doesnt know cos he doesnt want t tell. of the list of mothers names...its quite long... ng swee kim, ah ngo, i 4 gtten quite a few also... i rmember askin chia yew... but he refuses t answer after the first time i asked him. but now, lets turn t more interestin stuff... whats the meanin of life? the meanin of life is nuthin. yes it is an inconvenient truth. nuthin. its jus like, u succeed in life, u have a beautiful family, then u die. sad, right? everyone dies in the end. they say u go t heaven, hell land of bliss, land of peace, achieve moksha, not reborned.... is it true? pastors say its true, monks say its true, but hw do they know so much? hv they ever bin there? its like sayin u love fried chicken without even eatin one bfore. well? the fact is... the solid thing is... we all die. no matter where we go, to heaven or wherever god wants us t go, or rot in the grave of burned t ashes to return all the proteins, carbohydrates n toxins watever we consumed used for respiration t the soil, the 1st thing is, we hv t die. so/ u will ask. since we will die, y bother studyin mr sureshes lousy notes, nt insultin him, nuthin against him xept 4 his notes, n maybe the he as d oni science teacher who managed t make me feel sleepy... *hiccup* sorry, change subject. so/ y bother earnin money? y study so hard? y do we obey god and go forth and multiply and have families? y? we will all die anw. the answer is damn simple. firstly, u love ur mother more, m u will hv no regrets. secndly, we will die anw, so, wat matters is hw u die. u want t die wit style, with lots of children, lots of people goin t die sooner or later mournin 4 u, the whole world mournin 4 y,or, d u want die without tellin ur mother u love her, in a cheapskate grave by the roadside? well, nw, since timothy and chiayew are here nw, 'AWESOME', says timothy. then chia yew will say, 'HWWWWWWY?'. but since in the name of garfields, u can clearly see hw puppets of hawaii dance in the breeze of fantasia and of course u have to take in to account the high probability of gettin band 1 in IELTS, to ensure dat newspapres will put the news of water bottles poisonin the entire world with plasticine vibrio cholerae and then causin rainbows to have eight colours of the wind leadin to the mass decay of antimatter which in turn emit positron which is the opposite of negatively charged electron and cause chia yew to imitate ms yap wavin his hands talkin in the fashion of an aunty, irritatin the whole class like a burstin termite den addin on to that the matter of sry... lazy to type, been typin f 38 minutes straight. so, till nex time then.