jh will like this. =p

new-sance

tried blogging this morning... but nothing came out! argh. and i typed so much! *super miffed* irritating. ah well i shall try again... but it won't be the same! *takes tranquilizers*

by dose ib dyeen... (i think that's what it sounds like when i try to say 'my nose is dying' now..) and so it is. since morning i've been begging tissue paper from practically everyone... dripping WMD... sneezing... sigh. my poor brain cells have suffered from the acceleration and deceleration every time i sneeze... argh.

perhaps it's because of my nose, but i'm irritated by many things/people... sigh. please don't ask me how to study certain modules for exams. what's the point of that. we're different; what works for me may/will not work for you. and in my opinion such questions don't warrant answers. you ask me such questions, i look at you blankly because there is no useful answer to your question, i say 'read the notes read the books', you're unsatisfied with my answer. what were you expecting? i cannot tell you what to study or how to study, do you understand? and i'm irritated when i hear your act-cute voice asking me the same questions whenever i see you, or whining about this. shrug. leave me alone.

what's so interesting about teasing people about their girl/boyfriends?

i hate people who are racist. and especially people who encourage racism in their children. are other people not people? no, of course not, of course they aren't. and i'm wrong to say we shouldn't discriminate. right.

there's a limit to how much acted cuteness people can tolerate. but i suppose i speak only for myself. after all, there are (predominantly male) people who like cute people. ha. well... i admit i do act cute/qute sometimes, but then i have an ultrasensitive detector for irritation. and acting cute is energy-consuming. shrug... for me to be 'cute'... i suppose i'll have to get a larynx transplant... and... well you get the idea.

in other news...
1. i like pencils. because pencils are friendly. and somehow i don't make as many mistakes when i use pencils as compared to when i use pens. shrug. graphite is smooth. yay.
2. i am unsure. of many things. well... just this and that.
3. i think i'll buy them (stripey) slippers. after all. when i'm in the area perhaps. because my existing pair is falling apart, or rather, they're so worn that i'm barely 0.3cm above the ground.
4. jh is where fidah's darling is. *shh...*
5. i am outgrowing the way i dress. in other words, i am sick of most of the clothes i have. to paraphrase, it is time to buy new clothes. whatever.
6. i am registered for WMC. meaning... the greatest challenge has just begun... please donate generously.
7. maybe i'll go study at the airport. maybe not. who knows.
8. home is where the heart is. meaning... i'll finally be home when i superglue myself to...
9. i've read my first two Asimov books. of the Foundation saga. then i realise i should have started with the Robots and the Empire first. sigh.

nope i still have nothing to blog.

stress therapy needed

You have uploaded your BS205 practical successfully on 16th October 2004 , 15:11 pm
(practical?... hmmm...)

yay i finished my assignment! after spending half of last night awake (i gave up at 03h30) and then a few hours this morning on it... i should be more than happy to upload it and get rid of it forever, but somehow the moment i clicked on the 'upload' button, a sense of foreboding + a wave of trepidation + many many doubts = argh washed over me. i attribute it to the overwhelming humidity today. so there. i'm drowning in sweat gland products. sigh.

keloids are interesting things. hm. don't ask me why i chose such a weird article to work on.... [stats are sneaky things. very happening.]

splat is a dessicated-jellyfish-on-the-shore sort of word.
i like.

2 inches shorter

2 hours. $15. and my hair is shorter (!). and hopefully neater. the way it looks now is not a very good gauge of what it'll look like tomorrow... cos it's processed. and there are partially destroyed disulphide links lurking in there. shrug. had my scalp tortured by someone with very long claws... think all the extra dead skin (and some live cells) came off... but it felt rather nice. shrug. lalala... i want a nice new hairclip to replace the one i broke... but never mind.

actually i had things i wanted to say. somehow i don't feel like saying anything now. sigh. i think i'll summarize...

1. i shall not say anything about the little pink bag from Dorothy Perkins.
2. bad moods are contagious. (qualification: CERTAIN bad moods in CERTAIN persons are contagious)
3. TPE is my favourite expressway in this country.
4. there is this something about music i wanted to say. but it's long (winded) and i don't feel energetic enough right now. and i don't want to sound like i'm whining.
5. blue is a black sort of colour. black is a blue sort of colour.
6. it's interesting how easily interest and enthsiasm can die. how easily i can end up being miserable. hmmm.
7. [!@#$%^&*?/~]

i'm a nematode.

guess where? i'm not telling. =p sigh looks like i'm digging up old photos and being nostalgic again. time to go on a photo-taking spree.

hello moto

i is liking this picture. i is thinking i is a good photographer. i is bragging. i is not caring what you is thinking about the bragging.

so there

i is also liking this picture also. because i is liking the way the rain looks from this angle. it's small cos it was taken using moto. i is sound foreign/stupid and i is liking it.

U-rated

a few days since friday. (i'm saying duh things aren't i?)

saturday was a nice nice day. =p covered a lot of ground (literally). ate good (and therefore fatty) food. yay. found 3 starfish... bigstar, smallstar and starhub. heh. scrubbed them. patted them... the next morning decided to chuck 2 of them and keep only 1. smallstar. i was excited at going starfish hunting, happy even. then the contradiction came in. such tiny starfish are being washed ashore and they're dying before they can ever have a chance to grow bigger... it's rather sad, really. so while it's exciting to find starfish (albeit dead ones) on local shores... sigh. well the 3 stars i picked up were found at the high tide line... and they were clearly dead and drying. hmmm. there were a few of them in the water, bobbing along to the rhythm of the waves, some with one or more arms missing... we saw one with all its arms intact and i picked it up, only to find that it was still alive (it's hard to say at this point in time, though)... so we put it back into the water... maybe it's still alive now.. sigh. the starfish were all of the same kind.. they're not the soft flexible kind, but rather rigid and unbendy. and once the dirt comes off the top, they're bluish. =p maybe i'll go look for starfish again... to talk to them. (dead) starfish make me sad.

i'm becoming increasingly ulcerated. my oral cavity, that is. sigh.

today i learnt..... that "plants grow better when you urinate on them." in the lecturer's own words. lala.

frosties are good for the health. so are xiaolongbaos...
i'm putting on weight. the horror. ...

i think there are people whose voices are just naturally irritating. argh.
go away.

Mail on a Friday.

Got home late… past midnight. One of those rare taxi trips with the whole family in the car… my favourite expressway (TPE!)… took only a few minutes to reach home… sis opened mailbox. Found a parcel in it. From fade. Haha that crazy girl sent me a box of froot loops, some weird thing with thai words on it (I assume it’s candy), a letter, and Ariel by Sylvia Plath. Hmmm. Apparently this girl thinks I’ll never be rich enough to buy myself a Plath collection. Haha. Just joking. Thanks girl. I appreciate it. Think I’m slightly shocked. Haha. Well, it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Thanks again fade. =p

Sam’s bbq was ok, quite fun. But I think towards the end I was a bit tired. So many strangers. I can never make friends like she does. That girl has friends everywhere, from all walks of life, almost. She’s the friend-making type, I guess. Haha. Sam and I go Way back. Heh. I think my memory’s not as good as it was before. Sigh. Atrophy. Well, this evening mostly I busied myself cooking stuff… carrying stuff… think my arms died-ed. Well I did cook a lot of squid for myself. Haha. Cos I like the taste of grilled squid with garlic. Oops. Talked to a few people. Watched two guys play WWE on Xbox. (apparently downtown east chalets come with Xbox consoles nowadays) WWE is like… er…musing. Yar. Shrug. =p was thinking of staying over, mother even brought clothes and stuff from home for me, but had second thoughts cos I had unfinished homework, and Saturday was a big unknown. Well. I wants starfish. Bleah. *sulk* oh. Now I have 4 lightsticks. Red green blue yellow. The ‘army kind’. Haha. Eggciting. I haven’t had lightsticks in a long time. Deprived.

Is squid-cleaning an erotic activity? *ponders*

Sleepy.
I should start studying properly for my exams. Sigh.

wheee...

me at Sam's house now... she's struggling to pack a million things into the smallest number of carriers. haha. going take cab to pasir ris... which is the other end of the country cos she lives in the extreme west. haha... ah well. today's lunch was what our dearest 21-yr-old-to-be Sam cooked for me. hee. so thanks girl. =p tee hee. hmmm i better get off the comp now... chicken wings are flying our way and we have a cab to catch... =p

oh did i mention her brother has become more shuai... since the last time i saw him... (which was about a aeon ago) and he has a girlfriend liao! what happened to the slightly chubby blur blur boy i knew? hahahaha....

ah well.... see you when i get back. whenever.

tralala

Pick your birth month and cross (strike) out what doesn't apply to you. Then post the whole list for the next person or link back to here.

JUNE:
Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.

erm...

don't know why i'm digging out these old photos. anyway here's a glimpse of infinity in a loo in taka. so there.

mich's secret dreams

guess what mich is thinking about? (oops hope she doesn't kill me... i'll hide behind lynette) forgot i had this picture, unposted. mwahahaha. =p

not dead yet

yes i'm still alive.
just that i haven't had time to blog. nothing much happening anyway. shrug.
so there's no need to worry. if i'm dead you'll hear about it. .

sometimes i just wish i can be so utterly unnoticed and inconspicuous that no one will notice if i'm there or not. sometimes i really don't want anyone to ask after me; let me complete my isolation. please do not intrude. though i suppose the barrier is permeable to certain people. persons. whatever. you, you have no idea what i'm going through, and i have no interest or intention of telling you. so just let it rest, please. i daresay i'll be okay eventually. don't expect me to be happy 24/7 because it's impossible. i don't have the energy. there's no point in that anyway. moral of the story: i cannot be happy hyper whatever all the time, and when i'm quiet it doesn't mean i'm suicidal or anything. it just means i'm quiet, and that i want the silence. well never mind. why did i say so much. doesn't matter.

and here it is again: i'm still alive.
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if you want to know what i've been doing these few days please refer to lynette's journal. she has evidence that i'm alive. and kicking. and mad.

sigh

...

was going to say something.
but it would have sounded like i'm WHINING.

so have a good day.
.

so what

it's children's day but i feel older than ever.
yet... i need to grow up.
because sometimes i'm so stupid i get on my nerves.