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Friday, October 28, 2005
I've done it!
Didn't blog yesterday, probably divine intervention to stop my blogging craze.
Internet went dead on me, I got angry. (You know that accent.)
Introduced violence to my computer.
Wham-Bam-Alakazam!
Monitor turned red.
Oh joy.
Well, in my pique of anger, I started deleting programs.
Now, everything is gone.
Left with bare essentials of Msn Messenger, Office 2000, internet access,
Realplayer, and of course, Solitaire.
Strangely, my internet is working now. (duh!)
And I feel sick. Third time this year, same disease, probably.
Moaning/screaming/groaning away at school today only served to annoyed people.
And of course, exaggerate my condition.
Not that a throbbing headache coupled with
rising body temperature is something to sneer at.
Being able to complain is possibly one of life's greatest pleasures.
Dad forced some weird concoction down my throat.
And now I feel like a million dollars!
If only I could say that...
My dog, benji, seems to be down with some sort of
deviated Parkinson's disease.
At regular time slots,
(Note: I say 'time slots' because it happens around the same time everyday.)
he starts trembling uncontrollably.
I wonder if he saw something.
But since I'm astaunch highly devoted spiritually inclined
person who believes in god, I acknowledge that god will protect us believers.
And for that, I ensconce in my faith in god.
Will I be well?
Only time will tell.
Will others fall as well?
How the hell am I supposed to know? Goddammit!
Internet went dead on me, I got angry. (You know that accent.)
Introduced violence to my computer.
Wham-Bam-Alakazam!
Monitor turned red.
Oh joy.
Well, in my pique of anger, I started deleting programs.
Now, everything is gone.
Left with bare essentials of Msn Messenger, Office 2000, internet access,
Realplayer, and of course, Solitaire.
Strangely, my internet is working now. (duh!)
And I feel sick. Third time this year, same disease, probably.
Moaning/screaming/groaning away at school today only served to annoyed people.
And of course, exaggerate my condition.
Not that a throbbing headache coupled with
rising body temperature is something to sneer at.
Being able to complain is possibly one of life's greatest pleasures.
Dad forced some weird concoction down my throat.
And now I feel like a million dollars!
If only I could say that...
My dog, benji, seems to be down with some sort of
deviated Parkinson's disease.
At regular time slots,
(Note: I say 'time slots' because it happens around the same time everyday.)
he starts trembling uncontrollably.
I wonder if he saw something.
But since I'm a
person who believes in god, I acknowledge that god will protect us believers.
And for that, I ensconce in my faith in god.
Will I be well?
Only time will tell.
Will others fall as well?
How the hell am I supposed to know? Goddammit!
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The End
The final entry, the last of five entries, spawns today.
Some may know, some may not.
Was going to/wanted to/had every intention to go to ACC today.
But then kai liang stole my phone, so I had to go get it back,
and ended up missing ACC. (Damn!)
So I went home early instead.
So here I'm now, suffering at home,
when I could have enjoyed slogging my guts out at ACC.
Oh...Woe is me.
Been rather chilly for the past couple of days, with showers drenching everything.
Just the way I like it.
You see, rain is the closest to snow in Singapore, given that it doesn't hail.
Ever since I was a kid, cartoons showing on christmas morning have always
featured snow, ghosts and Santa Claus.
Now, watching Santa Claus disillusioned me, making me arrive at the equation :
Snow = Santa Claus = Presents = Happiness.
Thereafter, my goal in life was to actually see and touch real snow.
Easy? You try living near the equator and get real snow.
And finally, a few years ago, I saw it, touched it even.
It was my last night in Beijing then,
and when I was at the train station,
It started snowing!
Excited, I opened my mouth and tried to catch a flake.
It didn't taste all that great.
I think I swallowed ash instead.
-___________-"
And now presenting....
My Trip To China
Saw lotsa dead grilled rabbits hung at the hawker's stall..
Looked like raptors, where ears were supposed be,
holes were in their place.
The End.
What?! You expected me to say more?
What do I say when I can't remember?
Oh yeah...the cucumbers there taste relatively good.
Some may know, some may not.
Was going to/wanted to/had every intention to go to ACC today.
But then kai liang stole my phone, so I had to go get it back,
and ended up missing ACC. (Damn!)
So I went home early instead.
So here I'm now, suffering at home,
when I could have enjoyed slogging my guts out at ACC.
Oh...Woe is me.
Been rather chilly for the past couple of days, with showers drenching everything.
Just the way I like it.
You see, rain is the closest to snow in Singapore, given that it doesn't hail.
Ever since I was a kid, cartoons showing on christmas morning have always
featured snow, ghosts and Santa Claus.
Now, watching Santa Claus disillusioned me, making me arrive at the equation :
Snow = Santa Claus = Presents = Happiness.
Thereafter, my goal in life was to actually see and touch real snow.
Easy? You try living near the equator and get real snow.
And finally, a few years ago, I saw it, touched it even.
It was my last night in Beijing then,
and when I was at the train station,
It started snowing!
Excited, I opened my mouth and tried to catch a flake.
It didn't taste all that great.
I think I swallowed ash instead.
-___________-"
And now presenting....
My Trip To China
Saw lotsa dead grilled rabbits hung at the hawker's stall..
Looked like raptors, where ears were supposed be,
holes were in their place.
The End.
What?! You expected me to say more?
What do I say when I can't remember?
Oh yeah...the cucumbers there taste relatively good.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
And this makes it four!
Upon reaching the fifth consecutive day of blog entry, I'll probably hibernate.
I just find that it's so sad that famous/semi-famous people receive so much flak
for just commenting on politically incorrect issues.
I'm probably just regurgitating what you people think when I say,
Who are you to denounce people?
as well as,
No one is perfect.
It's just so weird.
These phrases have been used ad nauseam,
and yet people seem to forget the very meaning of these phrases.
Sure, sure, famous people need to be role models so that
your kids/relatives' kids/friends' kids don't grow up corrupted.
And although people may snort about famous people requiring a clean slate,
there may very well be people who actually like singers who set their hair on fire.
So, who are you to denounce them?
You're a taxpayer, you say.
You have the right to make sure your kids don't grow up to be corrupted individuals.
The truth is, you just insult/chide/denounce to make yourself feel better.
You preach about what is 'correct' so that others know you have a good heart and
nominate you to go to heaven after you die.
You forget no one is perfect.
You scream that because they have wide-reaching effects,
celebrities, journalists and the average blogger shouldn't talk about
or do anything significantly politically incorrect.
It's just stupid when one trivial matter erupts into a hailstorm of insults.
The truth is, people are like vultures, they can co-exist,
but when one particularly 'fat' individual falls,
the others swoop in for a free meal.
Raining spit and likewise sentiments of 'You shouldn't have done/said that',
in place of beaks, on the fallen one.
It's just sad. Human nature.
In this frenzy, the comment of 'No one is perfect' is forgotten and
is instead replaced by 'He finally fell! I've been waiting for this day for eons!'
Deriving satisfaction from the fact that, indeed,
no one is perfect.
Disgusting.
You don't raise in rank when someone falls,
you can only rise by investing effort.
It's a known fact that people rejoice when someone of better status,
relative to them, falls.
All due to jealousy.
Who can seriously say they've never been visited by the green-eyed monster?
And people say they hate hypocrites.
But of course, exceedingly improper displays,
such as promotion of guns, should be denounced.
The irony, of it, is that, me, being a nobody, wrote this all out.
Something just overwhelmed me.
Note of apology :
I'm sorry for wasting your time,
for in your minds,
you probably already had a clear idea of what I'd written.
Such predictability I displayed,
and for that I'm embarrassed.
I just find that it's so sad that famous/semi-famous people receive so much flak
for just commenting on politically incorrect issues.
I'm probably just regurgitating what you people think when I say,
Who are you to denounce people?
as well as,
No one is perfect.
It's just so weird.
These phrases have been used ad nauseam,
and yet people seem to forget the very meaning of these phrases.
Sure, sure, famous people need to be role models so that
your kids/relatives' kids/friends' kids don't grow up corrupted.
And although people may snort about famous people requiring a clean slate,
there may very well be people who actually like singers who set their hair on fire.
So, who are you to denounce them?
You're a taxpayer, you say.
You have the right to make sure your kids don't grow up to be corrupted individuals.
The truth is, you just insult/chide/denounce to make yourself feel better.
You preach about what is 'correct' so that others know you have a good heart and
nominate you to go to heaven after you die.
You forget no one is perfect.
You scream that because they have wide-reaching effects,
celebrities, journalists and the average blogger shouldn't talk about
or do anything significantly politically incorrect.
It's just stupid when one trivial matter erupts into a hailstorm of insults.
The truth is, people are like vultures, they can co-exist,
but when one particularly 'fat' individual falls,
the others swoop in for a free meal.
Raining spit and likewise sentiments of 'You shouldn't have done/said that',
in place of beaks, on the fallen one.
It's just sad. Human nature.
In this frenzy, the comment of 'No one is perfect' is forgotten and
is instead replaced by 'He finally fell! I've been waiting for this day for eons!'
Deriving satisfaction from the fact that, indeed,
no one is perfect.
Disgusting.
You don't raise in rank when someone falls,
you can only rise by investing effort.
It's a known fact that people rejoice when someone of better status,
relative to them, falls.
All due to jealousy.
Who can seriously say they've never been visited by the green-eyed monster?
And people say they hate hypocrites.
But of course, exceedingly improper displays,
such as promotion of guns, should be denounced.
The irony, of it, is that, me, being a nobody, wrote this all out.
Something just overwhelmed me.
Note of apology :
I'm sorry for wasting your time,
for in your minds,
you probably already had a clear idea of what I'd written.
Such predictability I displayed,
and for that I'm embarrassed.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Updating.....again?!
Why am I updating daily?
That's a really profound question, which requires an equally profound answer.
Maybe it's because of the avian flu and the recent spate of natural disasters.
Or perhaps the joy I derive from pouring my soul into an online dairy,
never mind the fact that it means people have access to my warped mind.
People all over the world are dying, with floods, hurricanes and dead poultry
plaguing their land.
Is Armageddon coming?
Perhaps.
Will we go the way of the dinosaurs,
killed by the likes of feathery chicken.
I hope not.
It would be an embarrassment to be exterminated by the
wings of a chicken.
I often ponder, what if ostriches were carnivorous?
And lions, herbivorous?
What if armadillos ate dung.
What if humans queerly thought faeces were the ultimate expression of love?
All I know is, if that were true, 'himself' would turn into a shitface.
Forget flowers, chocolates and jewelry.
Call 74424381 (which spells shit)
to order a fabulous pile of stool for your loved one right now!
While stocks last!
Ah, but I'm digressing.
Armageddon, the term we all fear.
For, regardless of race, language or religion,
there is, no life after death.
Every good ol' environmentalist knows how to bitch about
global warming, greenhouse gases and animal rights.
Many businessmen complain about
little profit, taxes and marriage rites.
With unity comes power.
Even kids know that.
Thanks to the disgusting over-commercialisation of
the Power Rangers, Captain Planet,
and yes, who could forget,
Bananas in pyjamas.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking B1?
Sorry, no. I can't read minds, I'm a banana.
Almost got propelled into a pile of 'dung' today.
Which I managed to avoid, thanks to my cat-like reflexes, I'd like to say.
But no I can't. I don't possess lightning reflexes,
and the only thing which held me back was probably my inertia.
Blubber saves the day once again.
Oops! digressing again.
Like I was saying, with unity comes power.
To stop this dreadful display of producing asphyxiating gases into the atmosphere,
NATO, UN, ASEAN and the rest of the world
(Don't I just sound noble? =D)
should work up agreements to keep use of fossil fuels to a bare minimum.
Unless, of course, the bare minimum is the amount we are using now.
Then we should all just stop using fires and electricity.
Cook food with body heat!
Obviously the rest of the world is going to turn down this proposal and
the fossil fuel/global warming crisis isn't going to be resolved until
we eventually run out of fuels to burn.....
But that won't be a problem, since by then the polar icecaps would have
already taken care of the human population by immersing
our sorry asses 7m underwater.
At least spare a thought for Captain Planet (CP).
A prayer, anyone?
Sunday, October 23, 2005
A Fresh Perspective
Sometimes surprises just spring from the queerest of places.
My mousepad, that came along with my computer,
as I've just discovered, proudly boasts the words :
Ready for the year 2000.
With an imprinted 1999/2000 calendar densely populating the rest of the surface.
And covering the flank of the whole array of words,
ACER
A Fresh Perspective.
You can imagine the irony of these words,
on a mousepad dating back to the previous millennium,
appearing in the present.
Now you know, ACER products can last for 5 years before
a crimson shade veils your monitor.
What were you doing in the year 1999?
Try to recall.
1999, the year when we were still friends.
1999, the year when I still had a teacher spewing foul words
My mousepad, that came along with my computer,
as I've just discovered, proudly boasts the words :
Ready for the year 2000.
With an imprinted 1999/2000 calendar densely populating the rest of the surface.
And covering the flank of the whole array of words,
ACER
A Fresh Perspective.
You can imagine the irony of these words,
on a mousepad dating back to the previous millennium,
appearing in the present.
Now you know, ACER products can last for 5 years before
a crimson shade veils your monitor.
What were you doing in the year 1999?
Try to recall.
1999, the year when we were still friends.
1999, the year when I still had a teacher spewing foul words
out of his mouth every other day.
1999, the year when Clinton was still in office.
1999, the year when the first millennium baby was already dead for 900+ years.
1999, the year when I started taking higher Chinese.
1999, the year when I was first threatened by a bully.
1999, the year after I punched some poor dude.
1999, the year, when I bought this computer.
And, 1999, the year when I celebrated the 11th anniversary of my current hair-style.
Some things change, some don't.
Have your feelings been shaken yet?
1999, the year when Clinton was still in office.
1999, the year when the first millennium baby was already dead for 900+ years.
1999, the year when I started taking higher Chinese.
1999, the year when I was first threatened by a bully.
1999, the year after I punched some poor dude.
1999, the year, when I bought this computer.
And, 1999, the year when I celebrated the 11th anniversary of my current hair-style.
Some things change, some don't.
Have your feelings been shaken yet?
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Updating.
Ah yes. I'm updating again, since I'm feeling particularly light-headed
after my daily dose of dog fart. And Oooo...doesn't my radiant monitor look lovely?!
'Takes a deep breath'
Ah yes, This IS the life.
Never mind that my pw project has met with a gigantic boulder of a problem,
or that I find myself sinking into a swamp of boredom,
there is always the lovely notion of homework to keep my troubles tucked away.
That is, until homework becomes a problem in itself.
Yeah baby! my dog has done it again! Utterly amazing!
I'm obliged to say,
Monster Kill!
And the sun is setting once again, and those pesky aedes mosquitoes won't be a
problem until the next 12 hours.
Isn't it great to be alive?
Provided you have a life supply's worth of tranquilizers to
keep you permanently sedated.
Oh wait! it's available!
Its technical term is Reconis Avalvatica Qier Xalidephibin.
But normal people know it as work.
So be glad that you are like the rest of the billions of others,
blessed with this luxury of work.
after my daily dose of dog fart. And Oooo...doesn't my radiant monitor look lovely?!
'Takes a deep breath'
Ah yes, This IS the life.
Never mind that my pw project has met with a gigantic boulder of a problem,
or that I find myself sinking into a swamp of boredom,
there is always the lovely notion of homework to keep my troubles tucked away.
That is, until homework becomes a problem in itself.
Yeah baby! my dog has done it again! Utterly amazing!
I'm obliged to say,
Monster Kill!
And the sun is setting once again, and those pesky aedes mosquitoes won't be a
problem until the next 12 hours.
Isn't it great to be alive?
Provided you have a life supply's worth of tranquilizers to
keep you permanently sedated.
Oh wait! it's available!
Its technical term is Reconis Avalvatica Qier Xalidephibin.
But normal people know it as work.
So be glad that you are like the rest of the billions of others,
blessed with this luxury of work.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Myself
Dear readers, this entry is going to be quite long.
Familiarity breeds contempt.
An apt description of me.
The more time people actually spend with me, the more they get annoyed with me.
I'm probably in a class slightly higher than terrorists.
Why? I'm still a homosapien. They are inhumane.
I apologise.
There are probably three types of people in this world.
1. Those who open up immediately to strangers, nothing hidden.
2. Those that don't open up, ever.
3. Those that open up after a while, like clams.
I find myself belonging to the third type.
There's always various levels of security around me, with new aspects of me uncovered at each level advancement.
-"People may not be who they seem to be."-
This sentence has been hanging in my mind since the beginning of the year since it was uttered by natalie.
I wonder if she meant me. Cos, I wasn't really 'me' during the beginning.
Like I was saying, I belong to the third type.
Opening up, you might have thought, would probably bring forth a butterfly with angelic personality.
If you were expecting that, I refer thee to thy Powerpuff Girls.
What was unleashed, however, was a swarm of locusts.
And so readers, let's be true to ourselves.
Ever since you've known me, how many times has it been since I:
- lent you a hand?
- lent you some cash?
- gave you something other than the middle finger or a foul name?
- thanked you for being my friend?
- showed you the appreciation you deserve?
I can answer that.
Never.
And for that I apologise.
Some of you know me as a jester, a slacker, a loser,
or rather, on one occassion, one of you might remember me as a pufferfish.
How true. Nobody knows you like yourself.
From the quiet facade I presented to you before you had the misfortune of knowing me,
an annoying person had developed.
The procrastinator, the critic, the utterly bo-chap person.
Me. Yours truly.
I guess I've sorta been 'institutionalised', some might recall this term,
so much that now every sentence I use to respond is coated with acrimonious sarcasm
and/or tinges of false jealousy.
I've always been the one to be overly prejudiced,
building on a mild dislike of some peers by people around me,
and degenerating it into a full-scale war.
My blatant abhorrence of some individuals, in retrospect, splatter my memory with disgust.
And for that I apologise. It is a habit that must be changed.
Not that subtle backstabbing is any less damaging.
Now I understand.
The saying,
"People were born to be loved, not hated." (Probably a figment of my imagination.)
dictates, "He who has not harmed should not be injured." (Likewise, I made that up.)
I've decided to drop all my hatred, borne out of nothing but peer pressure.
At this point, surely you can see, this is my confession box, and you are the priest.
So please don't give up on me, for you are my only hope.
It's Singaporean to complain about things, but it's you who actually bitches.
Bitching is not a prerogative, especially when you can't earn your own keep.
So envy not the things others have, and drown in your despair,
for every parent in the world wishes the best for those in their care.
Pentium 2, who cares, I love the computer the way it is.
(Please note, these feelings may subside the next day.)
It's weird, you know, after typing this out, it seems a burden has been lifted,
Is it my imagination? or is it something worse?
But for now, please know, I'm sorry. (la)
For the last part, I apologise again.
An apt description of me.
The more time people actually spend with me, the more they get annoyed with me.
I'm probably in a class slightly higher than terrorists.
Why? I'm still a homosapien. They are inhumane.
I apologise.
There are probably three types of people in this world.
1. Those who open up immediately to strangers, nothing hidden.
2. Those that don't open up, ever.
3. Those that open up after a while, like clams.
I find myself belonging to the third type.
There's always various levels of security around me, with new aspects of me uncovered at each level advancement.
-"People may not be who they seem to be."-
This sentence has been hanging in my mind since the beginning of the year since it was uttered by natalie.
I wonder if she meant me. Cos, I wasn't really 'me' during the beginning.
Like I was saying, I belong to the third type.
Opening up, you might have thought, would probably bring forth a butterfly with angelic personality.
If you were expecting that, I refer thee to thy Powerpuff Girls.
What was unleashed, however, was a swarm of locusts.
And so readers, let's be true to ourselves.
Ever since you've known me, how many times has it been since I:
- lent you a hand?
- lent you some cash?
- gave you something other than the middle finger or a foul name?
- thanked you for being my friend?
- showed you the appreciation you deserve?
I can answer that.
Never.
And for that I apologise.
Some of you know me as a jester, a slacker, a loser,
or rather, on one occassion, one of you might remember me as a pufferfish.
How true. Nobody knows you like yourself.
From the quiet facade I presented to you before you had the misfortune of knowing me,
an annoying person had developed.
The procrastinator, the critic, the utterly bo-chap person.
Me. Yours truly.
I guess I've sorta been 'institutionalised', some might recall this term,
so much that now every sentence I use to respond is coated with acrimonious sarcasm
and/or tinges of false jealousy.
I've always been the one to be overly prejudiced,
building on a mild dislike of some peers by people around me,
and degenerating it into a full-scale war.
My blatant abhorrence of some individuals, in retrospect, splatter my memory with disgust.
And for that I apologise. It is a habit that must be changed.
Not that subtle backstabbing is any less damaging.
Now I understand.
The saying,
"People were born to be loved, not hated." (Probably a figment of my imagination.)
dictates, "He who has not harmed should not be injured." (Likewise, I made that up.)
I've decided to drop all my hatred, borne out of nothing but peer pressure.
At this point, surely you can see, this is my confession box, and you are the priest.
So please don't give up on me, for you are my only hope.
It's Singaporean to complain about things, but it's you who actually bitches.
Bitching is not a prerogative, especially when you can't earn your own keep.
So envy not the things others have, and drown in your despair,
for every parent in the world wishes the best for those in their care.
Pentium 2, who cares, I love the computer the way it is.
(Please note, these feelings may subside the next day.)
It's weird, you know, after typing this out, it seems a burden has been lifted,
Is it my imagination? or is it something worse?
But for now, please know, I'm sorry. (la)
For the last part, I apologise again.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Another one of those days...
My computer is so laggy that I even have trouble typing.
I really wish this computer would quit trying to f**k me up.
And my PS2's a goner too.
Seriously, the things I own are likewise to junk.
Screw this.
Even blogging poses a problem.
I forsee tomorrow there are people who are gonna go, "Wow! You actually ..."
Don't get what I mean? See me in class tomorrow.
And my blogger seems to have a virus...yucks.
Anyways...
I really wish this computer would quit trying to f**k me up.
And my PS2's a goner too.
Seriously, the things I own are likewise to junk.
Screw this.
Even blogging poses a problem.
I forsee tomorrow there are people who are gonna go, "Wow! You actually ..."
Don't get what I mean? See me in class tomorrow.
And my blogger seems to have a virus...yucks.
Anyways...
Yes. He does. You have a problem with that?
Quote generator obtained from : here.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Anime
Unless you are 'Incredibly' well-versed in the goings-on in the world,
and still think the Japanese contributed nothing but World War II to the world,
You would have heard of/chosen to hear of....
Anime!
Yes. Those characters that come alive from the pages of manga.
I'm obviously not learned about the arts of anime,
and I can not offer advice on how to draw those kawaii characters,
(Think Primary One Art = C)
but I do know one thing....
but I do know one thing....
I like Anime.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
9 million bicycles
Presenting.....'There are 9 million bicycles in Beijing'
---
That song is nice, seriously.
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You know what people say about dogs licking wounds = heal faster?
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It's a myth, a fallacy.
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Yes.
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I struggle to understand what's so effective about saliva contaminated with dogs' urine, ants, and the occasional cockroach.
Another one of.....
Nature's Great Mysteries!
Ahem.
And it has come to my attention that a new blog has been set up.
Nono...it's not www.miloandnaruto.blogspot.com.
For those dumb enough to have clicked that link, you know you wanna find out more about him.
I hope readers won't take offence at the previous sentence.(or rather, clicked the link.)
Do you enjoy the day or night better?
Are you a sunshine person? or rather a gothic vampire?
For me, staring out at trees at night sorta takes the stress away, the time where inner peace is achieved.
And that's a little more about me.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Melting Snow Flakes...
Hm...conditional pass.
I'll probably apply for that.
Hopefully I won't fail mathematics.
Well for GP....
Overall B4.
Hm...
30 marks for content in essay = 4.15 pages. (7 marks = 1 page of writing.)
Until this period of uncertainly ends...
I'll probably apply for that.
Hopefully I won't fail mathematics.
Well for GP....
Overall B4.
Hm...
30 marks for content in essay = 4.15 pages. (7 marks = 1 page of writing.)
Until this period of uncertainly ends...
Monday, October 10, 2005
Just bite me
Do me a favour and just bite me.
Argh...results fluctuating from bad to sorely-bad to terminal.
Seriously...I can't stand being retained.
I don't wanna.
Nobody wants to.
Probably bad karma.
I think I kicked too many cats.
At the point between life and death.
Should I stay, or should I go? ~~~
Mathematics...sighz.
Why?! Why that grade?
Problematic.
Yeah I wish I could write about something better, more animated and in a nutshell, cheery.
Sigh.
And there's GP....
Out of money, out of luck and out of juice.
Argh...results fluctuating from bad to sorely-bad to terminal.
Seriously...I can't stand being retained.
I don't wanna.
Nobody wants to.
Probably bad karma.
I think I kicked too many cats.
At the point between life and death.
Should I stay, or should I go? ~~~
Mathematics...sighz.
Why?! Why that grade?
Problematic.
Yeah I wish I could write about something better, more animated and in a nutshell, cheery.
Sigh.
And there's GP....
Out of money, out of luck and out of juice.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
It's all about 'Face'
Walked my dog today and realised that I've been neglecting this duty for the past few weeks.
I blame it on pre-exam stress, exam stress, and post-exam stress.
I still have nightmares of my results.
Sigh.....
Anyways, like I was saying, I walked my dog today.
So we were walking along this void deck when we saw this labrador retriever, un-leashed.
The poor dog repeatedly picked up an empty soft drinks can which its owner was consisently throwing. (Think ball-launching machine.)
So we went over to say hi.
Then something annoying happened.
First impressions are very important.
Obviously his impression of me wasn't exactly nice.
That knnccb guy 'diao' me.
Brushing my greeting off with a look that said, " Get your tainted dog away from my premium breed, a**hole."
Yeah. Go screw yourself too.
I hope your dog chokes on that aluminium can.
A similar incident happened at Jurong point. I'm sure people remember.
But let me relate it again.
Me - Carrying Donation Can.
O-ba-san - Carrying a purse.
I walked next to her, stretching out my donation can, with an expressionless face.
No smiles until you donate.
She took out her purse, reached for some money, and 'diao'ed me.
Thanks man, I really can't live without my daily dose of 'diao'.
O-ba-san then proceeded to walk past me, and donated to another student, Jason.
Yeah, I'm evil and devious-looking.
Time for plastic surgery, I'll say.
I blame it on pre-exam stress, exam stress, and post-exam stress.
I still have nightmares of my results.
Sigh.....
Anyways, like I was saying, I walked my dog today.
So we were walking along this void deck when we saw this labrador retriever, un-leashed.
The poor dog repeatedly picked up an empty soft drinks can which its owner was consisently throwing. (Think ball-launching machine.)
So we went over to say hi.
Then something annoying happened.
First impressions are very important.
Obviously his impression of me wasn't exactly nice.
That knnccb guy 'diao' me.
Brushing my greeting off with a look that said, " Get your tainted dog away from my premium breed, a**hole."
Yeah. Go screw yourself too.
I hope your dog chokes on that aluminium can.
A similar incident happened at Jurong point. I'm sure people remember.
But let me relate it again.
Me - Carrying Donation Can.
O-ba-san - Carrying a purse.
I walked next to her, stretching out my donation can, with an expressionless face.
No smiles until you donate.
She took out her purse, reached for some money, and 'diao'ed me.
Thanks man, I really can't live without my daily dose of 'diao'.
O-ba-san then proceeded to walk past me, and donated to another student, Jason.
Yeah, I'm evil and devious-looking.
Time for plastic surgery, I'll say.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
It's over.
The promotional exams are over.
My ps2 is getting all rickety again...
I still haven't got a new computer.
My nights are spent fearing for my results.
This is me, at this point in my life.
Another chapter...
My ps2 is getting all rickety again...
I still haven't got a new computer.
My nights are spent fearing for my results.
This is me, at this point in my life.
Another chapter...