April 30, 2002
profane girth in the
after-dew of a
murderous morning.
with closed eyes and
a bloody hand,
a sacrilege of life.
a gentle smile
limp and impish
on sallow and dying flesh
finally there is a thousand ribbons of peace
drawn into a calm transition to death.
and i am happy. dead, but happy.
5:42 PM
April 29, 2002
Take the What Kind of Slacker are you? Quiz
10:20 PM
i did the first 4 pull-ups of my life today. till this day i have always had an estranged relationship with my upper body strength. but for that split moment when i realised that i could lift myself up and close the angle between my fore-arm and my other-part-of my arm. it was beautiful, nevermind the momentary repose due to cramp. today, i have achieved. tomorrow, i shall conquer. muahahaha...
6:36 PM
April 28, 2002
oh, the previous entry was not for me by the way. it was for a friend.
besides, i'm no fool.
9:45 PM
April 27, 2002
when fools rush in;
paper cut, a careless swipe.
a
small wound? a wound.
and with blood and pain.
12:38 AM
April 23, 2002
i would have posted my 'anger and hate rhapsody' but after considering public interest, i decided against it. have a good day, y'all.
11:18 PM
when you're alone and locked up in your room
waiting to die,
you can't help
but cry.
when you try so hard to hold on
believing that everything is true
you would be better off
knowing that really no one wants you to
but then u came along...
and so i thought i was mistaken
maybe there's life worth living yet
i opened the door
to a world of no more regret
11:17 PM
April 21, 2002
i am a liar.
5:04 PM
Which car are you?
i'm a range rover, it's so sad
4:48 PM
April 20, 2002
oh wait. i'm michelle branch then? i'm a girl? i am a girl... so it's true. damn.
11:21 PM
Which TRL girl are you?
11:15 PM
i don't post poetry on my blog. i post them on physics notes. some times on GP exam question sheets. it's just that whenever i try to post something poetic here, i get influenced by the songs playing on my mp3 list and end up posting lyrics instead.
You're a song
Written by
The hands of God (oh really?)
Don't get me wrong
This might sound
To you a bit odd (no, no, carry on.)
But you're the place
Where all my thoughts
Go hiding (so that explains the 'nothing' up there...)
Right under your clothes
Is where I'll find them (my god~!)
CHORUS:
Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story (you don't say)
There's the man I chose
There's my territory (just hope she didn't mark it)
And of all the things
I deserve
For being such
A good girl honey (yes? that sentence's incomplete, you know...)
Because of you
I forgot the
Smart ways to rhyme (don't give excuses for your dumbness)
Because of you
I'm running out of
Reasons to cry (fair enough, makes some sense)
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We'll still belong
To each other (What?!! with the capital W?!!)
Shakira ~ Underneath your clothes
that was nothing like what i had in mind for a poem, but heck, shakira was playing on my playlist.
10:16 AM
April 19, 2002
greece what else oh jump door close pull noise motor house
6:06 PM
during physics make-up tutorial today, our tutor Mr Remedios decided not to spend too much time on Physics alone. he decided to make us mingle with one another. he told us to tell him 2 facts about ourselves. since he asked for only 2 things, i was thinking of what i could tell him, that would be of interest. while i was doing that, he started with someone else.
"so !@$!#$ (i don't know his name), what 2 things about u do u wanna share with us?"
" my name is !@$!#$ and i am a boy"
like, fuck! hello how in the blue hell does that enlighten me on your purpose? tell me something like your school, your interests, whatever. don't tell me you've got a dick, asshole! i know that!
i didn't mean anything by that.
when it got to my turn, i kinda like degenerated to telling him i was from chinese high and i had no cca yet. ppl in hwa chong are sad.
5:33 PM
April 18, 2002
i hereby reinstate my love for incubus. something about their whole vibe that appeals to me. it's the technical scratching, the masterful guitar-playing, those deep powerful vocals, the experimentalistic sound perfected by a know-how of what real music should be. and if you even begin to understand what i'm talking about, you're better than incubus.
6:22 PM
April 16, 2002
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
joanne izzit
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
can tok now?
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
u done ur history alreadi
~~~crapper~~~ says:
no lah... i'm very depressed
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
y?
~~~crapper~~~ says:
don't know. i hate life
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
huh
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
u crapping or wat
~~~crapper~~~ says:
yeah. don't ask
~~~crapper~~~ says:
my dog died
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
when
~~~crapper~~~ says:
today
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i loved fluffy so much...
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
of wat
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
u gort dog meh?
~~~crapper~~~ says:
no
~~~crapper~~~ says:
but, sigh, i'm really sad now
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
kk
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
cheer up lar
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i remember how it used to jump on me everytime i came home.
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
den todae leh
~~~crapper~~~ says:
now it's like there's no point in coming home anymore.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i haven't told anyone this yet, but i'm thinking of running away.
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
huh
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
y
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
dun be silly lar
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
muz be kidding rite
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i hate my home now. no more fluffy
~~~crapper~~~ says:
really lah
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
cheer up lar
~~~crapper~~~ says:
how?
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
leave home juz bcos of fluffy not worth it rite
~~~crapper~~~ says:
it is. there is no point in coming home anymore.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i'm serious
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i'll probably find another canine comrade
~~~crapper~~~ says:
it's like i've got this deep psychihc thing going on with dogs, you know?
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
ask ur father to buy another one lar
~~~crapper~~~ says:
they understand me, i understand them
~~~crapper~~~ says:
we get along so well
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
ic
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
ur dog died of wat/
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i don't know.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
it just died all of a sudden
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
huh
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
so wierd
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
den how did u noe it died or sumthing
~~~crapper~~~ says:
cos it's eyes are closed
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i wish i could do something to make it come back to life
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
hopefully
~~~crapper~~~ says:
yea, hopefully
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i've tried willing it's eyes open. but not working
~~~crapper~~~ says:
oh wait!! they're opening!!!
~~~crapper~~~ says:
yes!!!! thank you god!!
~~~crapper~~~ says:
yu ru, thanks so much
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
y?
~~~crapper~~~ says:
you've been a great help!!
~~~crapper~~~ says:
my dog is alive!!!!
~~~crapper~~~ says:
it's eyes are opened!!
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
kk
~~~crapper~~~ says:
ahh... it must have been sleeping then.
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
maybv it was juz skleepping
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
haha
~~~crapper~~~ says:
hey i gtg now. talk to u later, k?
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
kk
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
bye
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i'm so happy!! thanks~~
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
mi laughing like siao now
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
bwahaha
~~~crapper~~~ says:
not funny.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i really thought it was dead
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
kk
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
sorrie
~~~crapper~~~ says:
it's ok
~~~crapper~~~ says:
how's your dog?
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
mi?
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
i hate dogs man......
~=@lg3br@^(a+b-c=dx2=-4)****^tot@lli^sux^^+*co3ffici3nt......ind3x...().....poly som3thing^and w@t^not^cr@p~(~)bleah...*~*~ says:
i dun have dogs
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i know.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
ok bye~
9:16 PM
~~~crapper~~~ says:
hi
~~~crapper~~~ says:
have u done the civilisation ws?
anna says:
no...i cant find it
anna says:
u?
~~~crapper~~~ says:
what? then how are we going to make it??
anna says:
i found some though
anna says:
dunno
~~~crapper~~~ says:
thank god! there is hope yet!
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i haven't either
~~~crapper~~~ says:
here's the plan. tmr, you distract the teacher while i run to the photocopy room. hopefully we'll find something there.
anna says:
u tink possible?
~~~crapper~~~ says:
hopefully, that's our only chance now. maybe somebody sent her answers to be photocopied. i don't know. but it's worth a try.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
what do you think?
anna says:
i dun tink its possible...no such coincidence one lah...
anna says:
im trying to find now...
~~~crapper~~~ says:
but i mean there is a possibility right? i don't think i'll make it. if you do find them, go ahead. don't worry about me...
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i'll fight till the end, if i have to die trying, then i will.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
so have you like found them?
anna says:
u noe wat? it tink some ppl will have done...so ask them in the amphi 2mollo
~~~crapper~~~ says:
yes! my god you're a genius! no wonder they call you anna. yea, i'll do that. thank you, like totally!
anna says:
..................
~~~crapper~~~ says:
so what say we hit the mall after class tmr, girl friend?
~~~crapper~~~ says:
aaarghhh help! my parrot is attacking me!!!
anna says:
u noe wat? no wonder they call u crapper...
anna says:
hahaz
~~~crapper~~~ says:
ouch. that really hurt
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i'm telling on you!
~~~crapper~~~ says:
damn! my parrot!! it's attacking me!! help me, please!!
anna says:
u have a parrot?
~~~crapper~~~ says:
no
~~~crapper~~~ says:
but it's attacking mEE!!
anna says:
den let it continue attacking u
~~~crapper~~~ says:
oh yea. why didn't i think of that. ok thanks
~~~crapper~~~ says:
so how's your parrot?
anna says:
its helping me find the civilizations...
~~~crapper~~~ says:
lucky you. mine just attacks me.
~~~crapper~~~ says:
damn!!
~~~crapper~~~ says:
now it's crapping on the keyboed
~~~crapper~~~ says:
keyboard
~~~crapper~~~ says:
now ome letter are jammed
~~~crapper~~~ says:
o irritating
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i'm orry if you can't read what i'm writing
anna says:
ic...
~~~crapper~~~ says:
it' my parrot
anna says:
its okay...
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i am o o orry
anna says:
as long as it continues to attack u again...
anna says:
ehz...
~~~crapper~~~ says:
no i killed it jut now
anna says:
abt sports dae...
~~~crapper~~~ says:
but it wa an accident
~~~crapper~~~ says:
i wung my elbow a little too hard
8:45 PM
i talked to one of my sister's friends on MSN just now. i was chatting under the guise of my sister, who had no idea what i was doing, which makes it all the more funnier. i don't know why. i would have copied and pasted the conversation, but my sister accidentally closed the window. and MSN doesn't have the 'history' function. anyway, here's the conversation to the best of my memory. read it. it's really good.
Crazy Adeline - Who are you?
Crazy Adeline - who are you?
~~~crapper~~~ (my sister's pseudo) - joanne
Crazy Adeline - have you done the civilisation ws?
~~~crapper~~~ - why yes i have
Crazy Adeline - i dunno how to do it
~~~crapper~~~ - neither do i
Crazy Adeline - then how did u do?
~~~crapper~~~ - dunno
Crazy Adeline - guess is it?
~~~crapper~~~ - maybe
Crazy Adeline - what the hell?
~~~crapper~~~ - oh my god such language
Crazy Adeline - tell me answer
~~~crapper~~~ - answer
Crazy Adeline - tell me
Crazy Adeline - tmr got geog test you know
~~~crapper~~~ - tell you what?
~~~crapper~~~ - i know
Crazy Adeline - tell me the answers! quick
Crazy Adeline - please
~~~crapper~~~ - are they testing on industris?
Crazy Adeline - what indeustris?
~~~crapper~~~ - industries
~~~crapper~~~ - are palm trees and plantations involved also?
Crazy Adeline - tell me the answers!
~~~crapper~~~ - question 1 is A
Crazy Adeline - huh?
~~~crapper~~~ - qn 2 is B
Crazy Adeline - tell me the answers. i am 2 irritated.
Crazy Adeline - tell me the civil for south america
~~~crapper~~~ - peru...
~~~crapper~~~ - mexico
~~~crapper~~~ - argentina
~~~crapper~~~ - brazil
~~~crapper~~~ - afghanistan
~~~crapper~~~ - iranq
~~~crapper~~~ - i mean singapore
~~~crapper~~~ - mexico lah
~~~crapper~~~ - sorry
...and she left. without saying bye. hmmp... kids these days.
7:42 PM
you can bring me down
but i
am stellar.
i know the earth is brown
i shall stay above
nothing you can show me
nothing you can tell
that i'll learn anymore.
your fake derision,
haha, is mine too.
6:19 PM
April 15, 2002
i had a GP exam this morning, which i only came to know about this morning. then again it's GP, so i wasn't too far off not having prepared for it. none of my friends did either. so i had 30 min to psyche myself up before taking the exam. i wrote about families. it was nice.
4:18 PM
heather graham isn't all that good-looking. she's just got a body that's not there. other than that, she isn't all that fantastic. and she's got nice eyes also.
4:13 PM
i believe that all men are equal. i also believe that shakira gets constipation towards the end of her song 'underneath your clothes'
"...underneath your clothes, there's an endless..."
4:10 PM
April 14, 2002
sto andando citarlo per 1 miliardo, asshole.
6:38 PM
but i am on top of the world.
6:07 PM
recommended song for today: 'Be quiet and drive' by Deftones
5:46 PM
April 13, 2002
i may be turning into a girl. i'm complaining about too many things. i have problems with people who crack maths jokes, i have problems with people who have problems showering in the morning. i have problems with people who cannot make it but think they can. i have problems with people who can't mind their own business, especially when they really should. i have problems with the S-league, which i decided to complain about on my blog.
the S-league sucks. the players have no semblence to professional footballers, whatsoever. even the foreign imports don't make the league that much more exciting. most of them have attitude problems and also suck. there's a reason they're playing in the S-league, you know. mah bow tan, if it even is you who has something to do with the S-leaugue, i'm sorry.
i will not complain so much within 2 minutes anymore.
9:28 PM
April 12, 2002
i don't like being in a mixed school either,
yongfeng. you can't crack all the lame, stupid corny jokes that only lame, stupid corny guys would laugh at anymore. then there's the problem of having to watch your language. i've fucking reduced the number of times i fucking used the f word. it sucks. i miss 4E so bad.
11:38 PM
April 11, 2002
life in E minor, impromptu and unfinished also.
i'm gonna cut my hair. mohican.
i'm growing my nails. black nail polish.
i'm exercising. lookgoodfeelgood.
i'm being nice. be loved.
i'm trying to try to study. not fail.
8:10 PM
April 10, 2002
i'll stay to watch this colour change from nothing to something,
'cos i don't quite see what it's meant to be,
you see.
maybe it was never for me to pay attention to.
i fall back and let my eyes close, they don't.
'cos i cannot, will not.
i need colour, before i turn sour.
i'm weakened by my curiosity
and my foolish exploits.
forget it, you. forget it.
10:52 PM
i insist we have a stayover in school one day. i want to see the hwa chong spirit. i heard he's all over the school. i do believe in ghosts, though i'd never see one, and this fellow sounds creepy. he gets the school going, it seems. i bet he wears thick, thick spectacles and cracks maths jokes.
10:37 PM
if i wanted to run away and then don't stop until you came along to tell me that i shouldn't be running so far because i *puff puff puff* know and you know that there would be no use in me doing it i cannot ever get too far away because i don't really want to and so what makes me do this i really *huff huff huff* do not know which makes me reconsider, really, why i *huff puff thud*...
gaston, i liked your really long post with no periods. decided to copy the idea. sorry ; )
7:46 PM
why's it that guys can't whack girls back? today, i got whacked 8 times. or thereabouts. which brings the total number of times i've been whacked (by girls) to 8 million. i don't do things to get whacked, you know. i just get whacked. and i don't know why...
ok, i'm being a bit too melodramatic here.
7:40 PM
April 09, 2002
i never knew i was so good at making up russian words. so many people have told me they had no idea i spoke russian.
pelkefvyn, benjamin.
11:36 PM
April 08, 2002
my brain hurts after thinking of words for the limerick. good night.
11:51 PM
russian limerick.
bosch klour vonk zain muschf,
kleir huing vilk ploche kustch,
boris yeltsin boris yeltsin swaryv,
jwanch framnd dis-chek pil marrif,
poingk huivlar kescj unk utch.
11:49 PM
announcement: make 'BOB (bombs over baghdad)' by Outkast the next song you download. reminder, blast it from the beginning. trust me. you'll live longer.
6:28 PM
i'm torn between joining softball and soccer. i can't seem to decide. you see, i wanta win something at the end of my two years in horse crap (HC). i heard that the soccer team sucks. they train harder than anything, but still suck. they lose everything everything. that's what i heard. and their coach is a security guard. bloody hell, some mama fellow decided he needed a second job and ended up in hc as soccer coach. rj has got a professional soccer coach. under normal cicumstances i would just go, 'oh, ok.' but considering the situation in horse crap, i'm more likely to go, 'OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SCHOOL THINKING!' my love for soccer remains unaffected by this episode, but i guess i won't wanna take it so far as to waste my time in the cca. damn.
on the other ball, i mean hand, the softball team is championship material. so to fulfil my aim of winning something at the end of two years i should be joining softball. so far i've heard that it's a really fun team and stuff...
6:25 PM
April 07, 2002
i realise that i never took time off to really speak to you. i always just talked and talked and talked, and you just listened. you never said anything. and i never realised that. i'm so, so sorry. let me begin now.
how are you, bloggie?
12:04 PM
April 06, 2002
shite man. we had a symposium today in school. not only do i believe that that isn't even a word, it was a total waste of time. we had 2 so so so lousy professors talk to us about computers and science. and why we should consider becoming scientists. or researchers, whichever. and the first proffessor couldn't speak proper english. which really got to me.
5:25 PM
life begins at 78, i'm afraid. and then not too long after that, it ends.
12:22 AM
April 04, 2002
time bawls for brakes. any kind will do; even faulty bicycle brakes.
something just to slow itself down, so it can see; gently carress the spectacle of people with its weightless, waning fingers.
then everything goes missing for some reason - the disparity of the nature of each's existence
the poor thing doesn't even know where it's headed, time.
we're all bounded by time, imagine how bad off we are.
it's just a sick swirl of bleah.
10:03 AM
April 03, 2002
i broke a pipette in school today. the first time i ever broke anything in school. incidentally it was also the first time i attempted titration in hwa chong. just hope i don't make a habit out of this, or else i'm gonna hafta ask my dad for an increase in my allowance.
on a lighter note, my uniform is light-coloured.
5:45 PM
being a 2nd intaker in hwa chong is something like being carmen electra with armpit hair. it just isn't as thrilling...
5:41 PM
April 02, 2002
i admire people who can:
1. be in hwa chong jc
2. not hate life
live while (1) and (2) hold true.
sigh. i wanta stop school and go back to NZ. be a farmer or something...
8:54 PM
Which Member of the Endless Are You?
8:34 PM
April 01, 2002
i almost forgot that today was april fool's day. the day went by wistfully without me seeing a single prank being pulled. this is really sad. people shouldn't disregard the april fool like this. he doesn't deserve this.
8:24 PM
