Lecturer Idol (part 2)

Harlow, my name Stelios Andreadakis.
I is chow ah beng and I engrish not pronounces goodly.
This is because I is pai kia. I also part-time gangsta cum rappa.
Lim pei boss name is Sonia Morano Faodi. She from Italia, asshole.
I froem Greece but I don't wear olive twigs on lim pei head and don't walk around bo cheng sah.
I got one piercing on my chin and four on each nipple, coupled with one 6 inch satay stick in my Lan Cheow.

You want to play tough, sure cannot beat me one.


















To be my friend,

1)You must come to your lecture or I will tell Hercules to throw you into the dead sea.
2)You must do your seminar or later I tell Zeus strike lightning in your Pi Gu Dong.
3)Cannot laff at my body odour or I tell my president to ban you from Olampics.





I WANT TO WIN LECHER IDOL BECAUSE:
When you know me long enuf,
you can come my house,
eat my food,
listen to my music,
use my sister,
and have happy times.
IT IS NICE!

The song that came up in my head.

So long, fare thee well
The dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell
So turn down this bed of stone
Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong

[Chorus]
The long December rain is falling now
Running down on streets to nowhere
Music is my life - you're my sweetest nightingale
But I can't hear it here no more
And I go...

Hush now, don't shake or break
Words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave
No matter what they do or say
Lay me on the sleepy meadows by the tracks upon your face"

.......................................................................

The coke on my table, bitter
The voice of the lecturer, silent
The feeling I had, anxious
The wind that blew, chilly

Shivering with tears, I didn't have the chance to say "take care".



Goodbye.


With love,
Burton.

HAHAHAHA!

Now that I have Devious Rambutan's lighter,

she ain't really quaint to smoke som' weed yo'. So, peace and chill out...