Thursday, October 20, 2011
Landslide
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Monday, February 19, 2007
Downward Spiral
One day, i'd like to slip into a comatose state. Not for too long a period of time, for glaringly obvious reasons; It'd be really annoying regaining consciousness only to realize that you've done absolutely jack shit for the past three months.
Stuff like this only makes you want to go right back to sleep.It's Chinese New Year yet again : an entire year has passed and it's really queer, funny even, how things have come full circle. Except i've been reduced to this romanticized sap. It's disgraceful, really.
I used to believe how Titus told me that things had a funny way of working themselves out in the end. I need to stop aggrieving myself over you. Honestly.
Edit, and on a far brighter note : As fate (for lack of a better word) would have it... i chanced upon someone i should have met seventeen years ago, and am naturally feeling pretty ecstatic. Hi Jocelyn LOW! We missed the years meant for playing stupid make-believe games and crying over broken toys (which reminds me, bloody cousin of mine ruined my remote-controlled car, i'll never forget!!!!!). Is it too late to start?
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Saturday, February 03, 2007
On Reflection
Huzzah.
In reciprocation to overwhelming requests (or not), i have finally updated after a year; i wonder if anyone sane even visits this thing anymore. Sorry to disappoint. Anyhow, i was just skimming through my more ancient posts and i am this close to guffawing. Can't entirely tell if that's a good or bad thing.
Sometimes, i wish i could just stop clinging onto my physical self and just melt into the universe. That would undoubtly be a hell of a tranquil experience, or at least make for a great conversational starter at breakfast, don't you think?
I think, the most vivd instances i recall are the ones in which i am engulfed by an ardent desire to touch your fingers, even it were just for half a second.
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Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Trouble Sleeping
It is two in the morning and once again, I am wide awake and am nowhere near being sleepy -- I blame this on my sleeping at 6am every day. This is not exactly unforeseen and is beginning to show in the manifestation of my monstrous eyebags.
I need to stop this deprivation of sleep, but how?The mid-year examinations have been brought to a closure; expect my suicide note in a couple of days.Not surprisingly, the past two months have been an uneventful blur. What little of it that i am able to recall at the moment : watching the World Cup, betting on the World Cup, losing money on the World Cup, overnight "study" sessions at Macdonald's with Sham and gang (Read: Playing Glenn's laptop), and NOT playing mahjong(!!!).
It's really too bad that laptops don't have longer lasting battery; maybe then i could load up internet explorer without having it turn itself off on me.I think that if we ever did learn anything from secondary school (besides Ultimate Frisbee and how to feign illnesses), it was that procrastination does not and almost certainly never will pay off. Why then, do we not learn from past acts of folly and instead continue deluding ourselves that oh, I'll do this in a minute, I'll do this in an hour, I'll do this tomorrow? Maybe if we all actually sat down by ourselves and (and no, don't put your hands into your shorts) thought about our (sad) lives and what we do with it, we would eventually come to the frightful revelation that so much of our time was being carelessly discarded every time we put off doing something.Sadly, we might never know what might have come about from our wasted opportunities (anyone who mentions opportunity cost is going to get a tight slap).That having been said, I still want this T-shirt.
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
Ring Of Fire
Don't you just loathe people with no manners whatsoever? Is it that laborious to say "please", "excuse me" or "thank you"? It can really make a difference; nobody appreciates an ungrateful or discourteous jerk. I hope you all get hit by 747s.
Oh, and fuck all aunties and who shove and and thrust their way into trains. I hope you all don't win 4D for the next ten years.
Marina South is always a pleasant place to have dinner; While there's always a rather high chance that one would be ill-fated enough to get diarrhoea (splish splosh), the variety of food is bountiful and the display of people getting their arms marred with searing oil is always amusing.
Oh, and the ice cream. How could I forget the free ice cream? Mmmm, corn. Mr Leong should have been here.I wish we had the opportunity to take a stroll along the beach or something as a class, though.
PS: Editorial is the shit. Find me another CCA that lasts for ten whole minutes and I will massage your toes with my tongue.
PPS: Fuck all cabsnatchers, too.
PPPS: I need a haircut.
PPPPS: Do I add extra "P"s or "S"es?
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Sunday, April 23, 2006
Driftwood
I've been wanting to update for quite a while, but it is quite plain that school has given me a swift kick in the balls and made away with what little life I even had in the first place.I am still pondering whether or not taking History was such a good choice after all. Screw all the teachers that ever claimed that history is "alive and interesting"; Why the in the blue hell would I want learn about U Pu, U Saw and Ba Maw?
Still, I am the one who made the decision (rashly, i might add) and I have little alternative but to suck it all up, even if it means writing twenty essays a week.Meeting up with the old gang is always something I know I can look forward to. Well, almost the whole gang; Louis didn't come because he had to attend some homosexual dance camp. I hope his ass won't be too sore when it ends.
It's a relief knowing that we're still the same jacking group, as childish as it always will be. I've also received word that Abel has turned into a book-devouring nerd. I hope someone steals your file and rob you of all your worksheets.I really shouldn't skip school so much.
Edit: Everyone should visit the toilets at Far East Plaza. The toilets (labelled biget, for the daring) are now equipped with hidden ass sprayers that launches jets of water at your asshole (think torpedoes). Trust me when I say that it really blasts at assholes; Just look at Glenn who got his clothes soaked.
Ahh, technology.
Ass sprayer + Mouth = Endless hours of fun.
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Saturday, April 01, 2006
Unwell
I reckon that i speak for the majority of us when i say that i pine for a extention or even a repeat of our short-lived stay at Millennia Institute. Haha, come to think of it, i suppose Millennia certainly deserved its name, considering how run down the campus was (think post-war conditions). However, i shall spare you the agony of being put through yet another sappy and nostalgic post.
CJC has been expectionally average. The classrooms, while tiny (a third of Barker's classrooms?), are snug enough for the nineteen students of 1T06. I am in dire need of slacker friends; my classmates are impossibly hardworking! Oh, a new student transferred over from a geography class; i am no longer the newest member of this class. Newbie!
As i had been experiencing an exorbitant number of migraines (snicker) lately, i gave school a miss today and instead went to honour the Seng Kang Polyclinic with my visit. I collected my MC after all the usual red carpet treatment. Sigh, I wish people would just treat me normally.
On a side (and less important) note,Sham also got her scraped knees bandaged with what appears to be two used rags.The bundling of the bloody rags were impeccable; we had to resort to buying scotch tape from Compass Point's Popular to tauter the drooping mess. In the process of doing so, Sham upskirt-ed close to two hundred men. I predict a rise in the number of soggy tissues in dustbins tonight.
All this shit was followed by some studying (mindless highlighting). I taught Christine two chapters of economics and the meaning of her existence.
My Motorola E398, due to some peculiar reason, is fucked. I can't text anyone with it or the voluminous contraption hangs on me. Sigh, I adored this phone.
I want Joel's laptop.
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Monday, March 27, 2006
Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset
This post was even shittier than the crap (ha ha more poop references) that i normally dish out, so i decided to remove its content.
Feces dung manure, I hope your bed stinks.
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Sunday, March 19, 2006
Brand New Colony
All good things come to an end; tomorrow marks a new chapter of my life -- the real, official start to my school life at Catholic Junior College.
While I cannot deny the fact that I more than grateful to have at least made it into CJC with a pitiable score of fourteen points, I am sorely missing my secondary school life at Barker Road. The lax school rules, the ankle socks, the hig-clinging pants, everything.
The class of 4a3 was especially memorable; I miss walking straight out of Chinese classes to buy chicken drumlets (30c per piece) and mentoes, peeling the labels off the chairs in the concert hall, checking the contents of other classmates' lockers to see how much of nerds they were, criticizing Jane Choe's tardy arrivals and detestable lessons, watching laoshi throwing a fit whenever something minor happened to his treasured plants (like Benjamin snipping them off), gawking at Tan Seck Heong when he had his random bouts of craziness, grieve at how Ng Lee Eng is going to remain a single woman forever, laughing at John Chao's appalling attempts at pronouncing simple words such as "devastation", laughing at John Chao's fucking fat ass that bulged out like a little fucker, laughing at John Chao's yellow armpit stains on his shirts, laughing at John Chao's gelled hair that always had a few strands sticking out, and laughing at John Chao whenever he got angry.
Come to think of it, we laughed our asses off practically every single moment John Chao was in sight.
But now, all that is but a thing of a past; a memory we'll subconsciously to push to the furthest regions of our minds.
Sure, we'll promise to keep in touch, promise to chat online, promise to hang out. All that usual jazz. But what's sad (and undeniable) is that we've already started to drift, and the space between us can only get wider.
PS: I miss barker's uniform (aka the most AWESOME uniform in Singapore). CJC's uniform reminds me of vomit. Except in blue.
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Thursday, March 16, 2006
OK Computer
...Radiohead is awesome.Well, i've finally gotten this shit back up. It's 3:23am and i would like to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Will try to fix other crap when i find the time.
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Sunday, January 29, 2006
In Bloom.
It seems i have lost all trace (what little of it) of sarcasm, intellect and wit.
HAHAHAHHAHAA. APRIL FOOLS FUCKERS!
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Thursday, September 29, 2005
This Is Not An Exit.
If you've skimmed through the newspapers lately, it is plausible that you've noticed the most recent hoo-hah about the blogging community (or to idiots who enjoy creating stupid names, the blogosphere.); this time, a bunch of Junior College students are being crucified for apparently, defaming a couple of teachers (i'm sure they had fabulous reputation, anyway) on their weblogs.
So, there the teachers are, rambling about their inexplicably amazing internet-surfing abilities and how they are able to search for their names on internet websearches and gasp, some even have their own blogs!!! Well gee, isn't that taking astonishing to the extremes?
Think about it : If those teachers aren't being antagonistic and generally being *insert vulgarity from some obscure dialect here* which would cause them to want be anally abused (with a rake) by students, why would they have to worry about having their mothers insulted online?
Wait, they're teachers -- what are they doing online?! I thought that teachers were born to mark papers and to set examination papers (or rip them off, for some cases). Looks like i have to have a nice talk with God.
I've never insulted teachers before, I have nothing to worry about.
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Shooting, Marred.
One fine day, going against my gut feeling (which by the way, is always right. I am always right), i decided to give mediacock a chance to entertain me. Not a terribly hard act, but as usual, these geniuses manages to totally fuck it up. Big surprise!
The TV remote had been lost in the wilderness of what was known as my sofa set; i had no choice but to get off my skinny ass and turn on the television with my toe (which had the skin ripped off due to a bacteria or fungus growth, whatever). What flashed before my beautiful eyes (which had coincidentally gotten new contact lenses that very fateful afternoon) was something that proceeded to make throw up all over my dog's shiny fur coat -- Shooting Stars.
Yes, friends, your favourite Singapore Idle favourites (no idea who in their right mind would support Daphne Khoo, much less Sylvestor-Hayguyz!look@mei'manahbengsmokerwithtattoosimpUnK4l1f3-Sim) are back on the idiot tube to allow directors to milk more money from the Singapore Idle scene!!! Yay!!!
To summarise this piece of shit, imagine this :
Director1 : Hay, let's makeLIKE,a totally creative and original series based on these teenyboppers! 4 the pwnz!!!11
Director2 : Yeah d00d, any ideas?
Director1 : LOLz Let's dwelve into the love-lifes of every single one of the characters! That would be totally original!
Director2 : LOLpwn! liek alrighrt do0d To spice things up, let's add every single cliche from the book. rofllmao Oh, and nobody's ever heard of the intercom joke when the guy asks for a kiss/blowjob!
Director1: Y4y that'd make an award winningahgljkhgagjaslksg
Olinda Cho is a fucking pig. Poor cute-looking-guy-with-mole-on-forehead, i wonder how much he was paid for that forced-kiss scene. And how much of that money was spent on mouthwash after being ravaged by Ms Piggy.
I'm going to bathe my dog now.
I might also have to throw away those contact lenses and gorge out my fucking eyes.
These stars certainly deserve to be shot.
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Monday, September 26, 2005
Four Women.
-- Four Women --
Enveloped by the gentle savannah,
I lay silent and still, waiting.
Just waiting.
and i'm still weiting.
Gazing at whisperers,
Under the blanket of June.
But nobody knows;
Memories are empty seashells.
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Friday, September 23, 2005
Rotten Apples.
I shouldn't have created this shit, now i feel obligated to update it.
So there's this group in my class, let's call it the Justice League. Being all horny holy and shit, we obviously want nothing but the best for our class, our school and our dearest whiteboard tenders.
Fastforward to Physics practical : we scan the room and spot a potential life-threatening weapon of DOOM within our sights -- rotten sweets. The air suddenly became tense and still; every soul was staring down on it as if the devil himself had pierced the head of his penis with a 7 Ohm resistor. Again, being all holy and shit, we took a step backwards and drew our swords; this would be a true test of our courage and character.
Okay, long story short, we (heroicly, i might add) shoved the cursed artifects down our oesophagus just as a mean and haggard looking woman stepped into the room looking pissed off and lazy (maybe it's natural). Reaching into the deepest regions of our memories, we recognised her as our Physics teacher (A difficult feat, seeing we've only seen her teach about twice this year). Now, apparently this woman had been tipped off by a baby (I shit you not) and in order to keep her job and dignity as a teacher (though it was probably to have fewer students to teach, lazy bitch), she sent down the principal who proceeded to hack our heads clean off our shoulders.
Oh, and this story is entirely true.
You know this word is fucked when you sacrifice to save lifes and get punished for it.
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Monday, June 06, 2005
Elevators Are Awesome.
Aren't elevators awesome? I mean, even the name strikes off as being awesome.
Not like escalator. Escalator? What a pussy name for a mechanical device. "Elevators" have four syllables, which makes it even awesomer. ( I know escalator has four syllables too, but just pretend it doesn't. )
Elevators are awesome because it's a peaceful break-away from the hustle and bustle from the outside walls. No discounts and sales to worry about. Just peaceful ambience music to sooth your soul.
Elevators are awesome because sometimes they have these bar things protruding out so you can be an acrobat and push your self up at the corners and swing around, making you a happy monkey!
Just thinking about pressing the buttons on the elevator makes me squirm with delight. Usually pushing somebody's buttons is a bad thing one should refrain from, but in this case it isn't. The elevator WANTS you to push its buttons. Go ahead, give it a try!
Disregard this post, i'm retarded.
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Prevent This Tragedy.
There are some things on the internet that really makes me want to vomit.
- People spasming out and capitalizing every other alternate alphabet. People using words like "moi", "euu", "lub", etc. People replacing "O"s with zeros.
What exactly is the point of that? To bastardize the text to make it harder for the other party to comprehend? To make you feel special and loved now that your mum doesn't tuck you into bed at night anymore?
I'm sorry if you feel you're being unique by creating your own style of typing. Yup, unique just like the other hundreds of thousands of people who just as retarded as you. Typing like that makes you look stupid.
- People who still use leet speak.
Fuck off, it was funny maybe about 2 millenia ago.
- People who take pictures with their heads tilted downwards showing off their eyeballs through their fringes while making that stupid thing with pursed lips.
Wow, you're such a pretty little ghost. I hope you get raped.
- People who forward chain letters.
Fuck off, gullible asshole.
People are retarded, so there'll be more to come.
I really shouldn't curse so much.
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Sunday, May 29, 2005
Mistakes We Knew We Were Making.
It's Chinese O' Levels tomorrow. You really shouldn't be reading this because i really shouldn't be typing this at all.
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
Star Wars
This is what i felt are the good and bad stuff about the Revenge of the Sith (which basically means all of these are facts solely because i am always right). *Spoilers, highlight to read*
Good
+ Mention of Qui Gon Jinn
+ Ewan Mcgregor
+ Samuel L Jackson
+ Darth Vader
+ No speaking lines for Jar Jar Binks
+ Final words between Obi-Wan and Anakin.
Bad
- Hayden Christensen
- Mace Windu dies
- Hayden Christensen
- Bad Dialogue
- Hayden Christensen
- Darth Vader's cliched and overused "Nooooooo!". Who would actually say this upon the death of a loved one?
- Hayden Christensen
- Count Dooku was one the major baddies in Ep II but dies in 2 seconds in this episode.
- Hayden Christensen
- The exclusion of the scene where Yoda communicates with Qui-Gon.
- No Liam Neeson
A much better show is Fight Club. I've watched it for the fourth time and still I'm not bored of it.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
The Melancholy Death Of Oyster Boy
My head whirling,
My throat fucked up,
My body aching,
My appetite withering,
I feel like i'm going to die.
Too bad i won't.
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Sunday, May 22, 2005
Sour Grapes.
You've always heard the classic story. The poor boy who can't get the object of his desires deems the it to be scum of the earth.
So what?
I'm that boy, and i don't think there's actually anything particularly crummy about it. What's so bad about so-called sour grapes? In a way it helps you to alleviate the situation at hand and makes everything seem less shitty. In your mind, at least. I guess doing so will help diminish your hankering after something futile and set your sights on something more realistic; something more down to earth.
Only hypocrites will dare to declare that they have never practiced sour grapes, and you know it.
Like that handphone? It costs two trillion bucks? Whoops, it's crap.
That hot girl is ignoring your pick-up lines? Whoops, she's a fat whore slut bitch who has a loose cunt whose labia has been torn off by a dog that ravaged her viciously in the silent of the night. If you're lucky, she might even have a penis.
Summary : If I can't have it, it sucks.
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
The Space Between.
Well, i haven't been posting in this blog for quite a few days, now. And although the past days have been rather uneventful and quick to pass, i'll update on what's been going on.
Friday:
After the unfruitful second-class test, i could feel a slight twinge of pain on the metre long pimple on my nose. Reaching the handicapped toilet (which generally has more than enough space for a comfortable game of golf), i saw that a little pus (the greenish goo that looks like cheese after you've left it in the oven for too long) peeking out. Not believing my eyes, i squinted.
Oh my fucking god.
The pus started fucking oozing out like a stream of piss. In other words, it didn't stop. I squeezed the erupting volcano until i saw the familiar sight (and smell) of blood. Then another problem arose. The bleeding wouldn't stop. This set off a chain reaction and i did what a man had to do - i ran out of the toilet screaming hysterically and laughed my ass off. Being the wonderful friends that my friends are, they started taking pictures as if i was some kind of new-found animal on display at the zoo and poking fun at me. Bastards.
The blood looks like acrylic paint or something. Haha.
I ended up having to press wads of tissue against my nose while i ate at Waffle Town and on the bus home. Urgh. I swear everyone was staring at that boy with a bloody tissue against his face.
Sunday :
I was supposed to go to some deserted community center to play badminton obscenely trash Andrew, Samuel, Titus and some other people. After bathing and dressing up and finishing the final touches of my makeup (no), i called Andrew. To my horror, he told me over the phone (very sleepily, i might add) that the appointment had already been cancelled and he had already told me a few hours ago.
This would teach me not to pay attention to people.
Tuesday :
Went to Orchard with Adeline and Justina. They ended up being late (not surprised. Girls, what can i say). Did nothing eventful except spend 26 hours looking for Ade's shoes... Oh, i also saw the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy book at Kinokuniya. I Want to buy the cheapest one but it looks retarded. HUGE blue shiny book with a weird picture on it, hello?
The Channel 8 show is starting now so i'm cutting this post short.
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
OH SNAP
So I somehow got myself into some class debating thing against 4C2 next week. "Somehow" meaning talking in class during English Lesson.
Oh snap.
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Hot Fuss!
So Anglo Chinese School ( Barker Road ) is in the news again. Yup, it's another molest case. First, it was our very own small-white-patch-of-hair principal who supposedly molested that ugly fuck acting in Phua Chu Kang. I think his on-screen character name is Aloycious or something. Can't spell it.
This time, it's a teacher; waterpolo teacher, to be specific. Yup, Mr William Ding, the guy with the baby face who doesn't even look like he could bear to hurt an insignificant fly. And here he is, being accused of massaging his boys or something to that extent? Urgh, i find this quite difficult to digest. I understand fully that one should never judge a person by his looks as facades and false fronts are inevitable in life where everybody wants to be somebody that everybody wants to be. Still, I sincerely hope that this is merely a case of sabotage on the boys' part. Maybe it's out of spite or something to that extent. Our school could really do without another blow to whatever reputation ( or lack thereof ) we have left.
Still, i think there are many other teachers around who look like potential horny-gay-pervs-who-want-to-grab-your-scrotum-at-any-given-chance-possible.
Joseph Wong, or that PRC dude, anyone?
Looks like what Benedict said about our school mission statement is certainly accurate : Touching and Changing Lives.
Hahaha.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Wet & Soggy Balls.
Here's something to ponder : What do you get when you mix badminton and tennis together? Tadminton? Bennis?
No.
You get retarded. Ahh, but fun nonetheless.
Eng Khye and I also tried our hand at tennis in the drizzle that was nothing for total badasses like us. Haha. With our natural (non-existent) skills, we ended up having to spend more time scuttering in desperation to pick up the green little shits that rolled away then we did actually hitting them; I think i can count with one hand how many times the ball actually bounced within the court's boundaries.
I think the wet and soggy balls were the detrimental factors to our undoing. Ahh, who the fuck am i kidding.
Frustrated and being an angsty little bitch, i decided to improvise and use the tennis raquet as a baseball bat. With my stupendous dexterity and godlike hand-eye coordination, i intentionally ( i swear ) whacked the ball like it was my mortal enemy into oblivion. Okay, not so much; I hit it out of the school.
BANG.
The tennis ball had hit something, and hard.
Instant reaction?
Run like hell.
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Monday, May 09, 2005
Straylight Run.
Well, the Common Tests are finally over and the next big thing is Chinese O' Levels. Insert numerous lines of text teeming with dispair and helplessness here.
Straylight Run is without a shadow of a doubt the greatest band ever. Too bad nobody's ever heard of it. They're rather new; they only have one album currently out. What a pity. Every song they've put out is simply lyrical genius. Concurring aural-orgasms, if you will. Kudos to wenxin who inadvertently introduced them to me when she demanded that i downloaded songs by them and transfer them to her Empeethree player.
Wow, i realized that i haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I suspect it's the reason for my whimsical behaviour today. Of course i love sleeping; the feeling of waking up in what seems like a second after your eyelids get too heavy to even stay open is pleasantly soothing. The problem is I can't stand wasting time sleeping. This might sound highly perculiar seeing that i spend most of my waking hours rotting away on the intarweb anyway.
I have to plan a farewell meal for what used to be our madam slash teacher, Mrs Shirley Ho, who had resigned from her teaching career (who wouldn't?) to be a full-time housewife and mother. Despite being a rather meek person, Shirley was a motherly figure who was always there for us and never failed to offer us sound advice from her past experiences. We'll miss you, 'mam. Goodluck in whatever you do and may your child grow up to be nothing like us. I guess that's the best i can wish you. Hahaha.
I managed to catch a glimpse of Carolyn Leow and Ng Hwee Fern's numbers when i used Mr Tang's phone. He wanted me to help him set a ringtone. Of course i did that. And more. Bwaahah. I want to prank call but i have no testicles whatsoever. And i don't know how to set my house number as private number. Fuck.
I'm seriously eating too many egg-y stuff. Capelin, Big Breakfasts, all that crap. Better cut down or i'm going to die. What a retarded way to die. Imagine this : Low Yon died of high cholesterol because he was a retarded chipmunk who ate one too many eggs.
Justina made me promise not to eat anymore eggs untl Sunday. PIECE OF CAKE.
Gosh.
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Monday, May 02, 2005
LY + Common Tests = Less updates.
Yes, i'll try to pull my face away from the computer a little during these last days. I still have Physics, Math, Chemistry and Add Math to go.
Not forgetting the ever-scary CME test. The flashing images of me of taking it and attempting the brain-wrecking questions have me shivering in fear.
Here's an update on my life : I'm hungry.
Adios.
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Saturday, April 30, 2005
Blister In The Sun.
This heat is unbearable; sometimes i feel like a part of me is just melting away without me even knowing. I feel like a Sausage McMuffin being cooked on the MacDonald's ....cooking thing. It's as if the world were an oven and someone turned the temperature knob just to piss us off. Whoever it is - believe me, it's working. If this period of sweltering heat doesn't make us wonder about the consequences of global warming, i wonder what will.
It gives me great pleasure just to think about how those poor people travelling in buses without air-conditioning must feel. What sins have they committed to deserve such punishment of such atrocity?
Whatever it is i'm happy.
I NEED TO WATCH HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY NOW.
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Kingdom of Boredom.
Movenpick is such a ripoff. A scoop for $3.50; but it's delicious nonetheless. Why aren't there any nice movies to watch these days. I can't wait till the good movies come out. War of the Worlds, Hitchikers Guide To The Galaxy, Batman Begins, Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, Kingdom of Heaven, etcetera etcetera... oh my gosh. Johnny Depp is such a great actor.
Went out with my friends to watch a movie but seeing that nothing but absolute horse-shit was airing, we decided to stalk these bunch of butches instead. They were causing this huge fucking din everywhere they went and they were practically groping each other all over. First they went out of cine then back in. Then they headed towards somerset and back to cine again. Probably looking for a quiet place to sit. and chat. and makeout. In the end we were so weary sat at the cinema place outside doing practically nothing.
I hate butches. and most lesbians. PLEASE. You can tell most of them are just attention-whores. Wow you look like a boy congra-fucking-lations. It's just a phrase you'll grow through. Girls who spike their hair are disgusting. Go drown yourself.
I hate my computer so fucking much. If i had a dime for every time it restarts by itself /i have to kick it to get it to get it to turn on i'd have enough money to buy over all the fucking starbucks over the world.
I'm tired. not just physically.
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Friday, April 29, 2005
Imperfect... perfection.
I really can't comprehend why some people insist on using better words sometimes. Maybe they think it makes them appear more intelligent. Maybe they think it helps them improve their vocabulary. Whatever it is, it's really awkward to read it when everything seems so forced. I think the English language was invented as a form of communication and not something you should bastardise to make yourself look intelligent.
I have this friend. I've known him for the entire of my secondary school life and i've never stopped at anything to irritate, deceive or even bring him down. What's weird is that we were had an even amiable relationship in secondary one. Everything went downhill from there. I can even remember him calling me a terrorist at the end of my first year in this place that's supposed to drill knowledge into our think-tank. I could not even breathe properly the following days. XD
I don't know why i do it. Maybe it's just that our characters differ so much that conflict is unavoidable. Like the fender of a car that you crash into because you're a fucking drunkard that's too boozed to even walk straight. Okay, bad analogy. But i like random nonsensical analogies so fuck off. =)
Yes, i've realized loads of times that he's actually an okay person even if he may hate me and avoid me like a plague. It's not like i didn't ask for it.
Sorry FRIEND. =)
But old habits die hard so sorry.
0 people know what's good for them.
LOVE PSYCHEDELICIOUS
Go listen to music by Love Psychedelico. The music is soothing and that unique English-Japanese thing they have going on is quite yummy. Not to mention that the singer is actually quite hot. hahaha.
So Nokia is coming up with this bloated thing that supposedly plays 3000 songs and stuff. Basically an Ipod-phone (i think Ipod is already teaming up with Motorola to do that). I'll bet my dog's left nut it'll sell like crazy, seeing that people are crazy over the empeethree thing these days. Too bad it won't be coming to Asia so i have little chance of getting to oogle at people using it. HAHA I CAN'T HAVE IT BUT YOU CAN'T EITHER. unless you import it, you bastard.
Jane Choe is actually letting me take my Physics test next friday after the rest of the tests have ended. That's quite nice of her. In fact, it's even a little... out of character? Maybe she got a good screw last night. Yes, i overslept through the test on wednesday but still i looked her in the eye (which is almost hidden away from view by her horrendous eyebags) and told her i gave my MC to the form teacher already. Lying is quite fun.
The ringing in my ears have ceased for the moment. Maybe the funny spikey magnetic contraption my mother insisted me to press against my noggin has something to do with it. Or maybe i'm just being stupid. It still randomly rings the sanity of out of me at times but at least it's not making me want to grab a swiss army knife and jam it into the sides of my head. For now.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
simple and clean.
and black.
So i'll keep this simple for obvious reasons; this is a GUY's diary and i doubt many people will even be looking at this - the girls are too busy using friendster and the guys are jacking off to S&M porn. I might rip off a layout from some poor bastard soon. maybe it's better not for people to read this, anyway. maybe.
and i'll say what i should and hope you'll believe me.
Oh god. i must have baked and eaten like 15 capelin fishes today. They're absolutely delicious; just thinking of it makes my mouth water so much i might drown in my own saliva. I think drowning is one of the shittiest ways a person can die. I'd rather like die in an MRT wreck and cause much inconvinience to other people anyway.
Don't worry, this won't be another blog where some random idiot blabbers on nonsensically about who the hell he met that day or what the fuck's on television all the time. though it might be just as boring so what the hell. i'll probably use this place to rant about the going-ons in my head. Meaning this place is going to get fucked up. =)
EDIT: Maybe it will. Who knows? Or cares?
I really really really want to watch War of the Worlds and HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY. Tom Cruise is beautiful. Even though age is catching up, i think.
5 people know what's good for them.
