Wowwee!! Today got results back mwahahaha!!! I failed ecowgnomics and muggermatics bleah. But then I already expected that so nvm.. erk I think I am stupid. Got C for leetreecher and jogglaffy hohoho. First time I failed an E8 I feel like a failure. But still very happy today cos only studied for a week or so b4 prelims…
I SHALL DO BETTER!!!!!!!!
I think many ppl will be blogging today cos they feel they must spill their guts abt how their lives are so pathetic cos they cant get a decent grade cos they dint study enuff and how they could have done better if they had ten minutes more yada yada yada. Pleeeese just go jump off a suitably high building. If u fail just admit u suck and go do something to change it instead of being caught up in your own self-pity, soooooo pathetic. I guess I should be understanding but i have no patience with this kinda ppl.
*lunchbox*
*cheesebun*
happily it is the weekend already Sunday there’s an OJT to Southern Islands yippee!!! I’m not booted from Reefguides after all yippee!! Thursday’s theory class was so fun and funny, I wish I could be more like ria and danial and have so much confidence and liquid ease. And learnt so much also. Gosh I dunno what my life would be like if I’d missed this chance to guide…
mummy and daddy are going to kl on Sunday and back on Monday so I think I have to come back myself on Sunday night. Erp. Maybe I should find somewhere to bunk on Sunday night OJT will surely end very late. Uh-oh.
Yay overall I am feeling very very very very happy.
Today after results was talking with nicole and elaine AHHHH!! they are so cute and cool and fun and everything and I wish I could be with them everyday. But if that happened then it’d get very boring hmmm. Still... nicole has hot legs omigosh omigosh :P
yea i love my sarawak ppl and my bintan ppl :)
Ok tmrw I shall stay at home and be a good boy and study my atmo.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Monday, September 13, 2004
IT IS NEVER ENOUGH
Everything is never enough. Time is never enough. Sleep is never enough. Money is never enough. Satisfaction is never enough. What is ever enough?
God’s love is enough for us. God watches over us and keeps us safe, and to be in his everlasting love is enough for me. We all need to find our peace somewhere.
God’s love is enough for us. God watches over us and keeps us safe, and to be in his everlasting love is enough for me. We all need to find our peace somewhere.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
speechless
What are the words for it?
The times when you sit down and see the world suddenly enveloped in sunlight; the hazy drifting air; the startled contrast of grass meeting the tarmac; the red-brown freckled tiling; glare of sun off the back of a metal chair; and yourself zoomed out into perspective, into the bird’s eye view from man’s eye vision…
People noises like ribbons looping by.
A tree waving in an unseen wind there…
a car slowed, achingly persuaded over a speed bump there…
everyone around you familiar, friendly strangers…
you turn your head, lift an arm, curl a finger, everything moves in a lazy lagoon…
A heartbeat, and you snap out as soon as you slip in.
What are the words?
The times when you sit down and see the world suddenly enveloped in sunlight; the hazy drifting air; the startled contrast of grass meeting the tarmac; the red-brown freckled tiling; glare of sun off the back of a metal chair; and yourself zoomed out into perspective, into the bird’s eye view from man’s eye vision…
People noises like ribbons looping by.
A tree waving in an unseen wind there…
a car slowed, achingly persuaded over a speed bump there…
everyone around you familiar, friendly strangers…
you turn your head, lift an arm, curl a finger, everything moves in a lazy lagoon…
A heartbeat, and you snap out as soon as you slip in.
What are the words?
15 Love not the world, neither the
things that are in the world. If any
man love the world, the love of the
Father is not in him.
16 For all that is in the world, the
lust of the flesh, and the lust of the
eyes, and the pride of life, is not
of the Father, but is of the world.
17 And the world passeth away,
and the lust thereof: but he that
doeth the will of God abideth for
ever. 1 John 2, 15-17
Lord give me the strength to resist temptation, because I am weak.
things that are in the world. If any
man love the world, the love of the
Father is not in him.
16 For all that is in the world, the
lust of the flesh, and the lust of the
eyes, and the pride of life, is not
of the Father, but is of the world.
17 And the world passeth away,
and the lust thereof: but he that
doeth the will of God abideth for
ever. 1 John 2, 15-17
Lord give me the strength to resist temptation, because I am weak.
new phone!!!
Well… I got my new phone finally after waiting for the whim of my sister to assert itself in the right direction and she decides the time is convenient enuff for her to go register for our plans. I was a bit pissed the other day, cos she got the phone on the evening of the zoo trip and stayover, and got the wrong colour, of all things… so now I have a k700i in silver instead of light blue. Sigh. I guess I could have got angry but I dunno… whats the point. Went back to the singtel shop at causeway point but they said they don’t have an exchange policy, tho I did try to bluff them by saying that the counter staff at the NUS singtel shop said ‘I could to go to a bigger store to change the unit’. Yeah. The guy just gave me a slightly amused expression and said sorry no such thing (basically) and babbled on about whatnot I don’t care what cos it just meant Haha You Loser Change Your Phone Colour My Ass. Whats worse the nite b4 my sis had taken my old phone from me, demanding that she NEEDS to use it tmrw, she even called me an asshole and flung stuff around as she stomped away after I told her ‘I’ll give to u on Saturday? Its only one more day.’ later she came to my room and did more demanding that she NEEDS to use it, WHY must u use it tmrw, WHATS so impt abt u that u HAVE to use it tmrw as well u faggoty little bookreading pimply toad. (it is strange the way the she makes some words sound capitalized. And how she can squeeze zo much insult into a few sentences, as if she owned the world and I was really just a stray particle/neuron in her piles of quantum/psychology gumbo)
I was angry, yes, so annoyed by her double standards, that she felt it imperative that she use the phone immediately while she made me wait from Monday til Thursday b4 she felt like going to buy my phone. There’s a singtel shop right in NUS for goodness sake, she says she’ll go Monday then Sunday nite says she doesn’t feel like going to school tmrw, she goes out tuesday and doesn’t buy it, on Tuesday nite says she’ll buy it on Thursday cos Wednesday is too inconvenient. Bluddy poodles. In the end she buys it on Wednesday after putting me up to wait til Thursday, and b4 I could tell her what colour I wanted it in. Poodles!! Chihuahuas!! Ach. Then Thursday nite she demands to use my phone after making everything.
Of course, I decide not to tell her how I feel. It would be like asking a troll to stop hiding under the bridge and eating poor little goats trying to get to the other side, and you can feel deep down inside you are one of them Poor Little Goats feeling like the other side suddenly looks not only greener but now also comes with big pearly gates and many fluffy angel things. It is not a pleasant life with an older sister like this one.
In the end I hand over my old phone, which truth be told she’d already paid the $70 trade-in value for on Thursday nite. Friday I go without a phone and fail to change my silver k700i for a light blue one. At least… now I have a nice phone that doesn’t drive me crazy trying to press the down button, keypad 1, keypad 4 and (sometimes in aircon rooms. weird)the hex button. And it comes with a camera, but unfortunately I have no means of uploading mp3s or pictures or anything to it cos this stupid com don’t even have a basic USB port and the only functional computer in the entire house is in the hands of a bridge troll that eats poor little goats. Still, a camera’s a camera, and the phone IS cool looking and has a super chic display theme and 42 mb of memory, which has gotta mean it can store more than 14 msgs. Verily, I love it. Even if it isn't light blue.
I was angry, yes, so annoyed by her double standards, that she felt it imperative that she use the phone immediately while she made me wait from Monday til Thursday b4 she felt like going to buy my phone. There’s a singtel shop right in NUS for goodness sake, she says she’ll go Monday then Sunday nite says she doesn’t feel like going to school tmrw, she goes out tuesday and doesn’t buy it, on Tuesday nite says she’ll buy it on Thursday cos Wednesday is too inconvenient. Bluddy poodles. In the end she buys it on Wednesday after putting me up to wait til Thursday, and b4 I could tell her what colour I wanted it in. Poodles!! Chihuahuas!! Ach. Then Thursday nite she demands to use my phone after making everything.
Of course, I decide not to tell her how I feel. It would be like asking a troll to stop hiding under the bridge and eating poor little goats trying to get to the other side, and you can feel deep down inside you are one of them Poor Little Goats feeling like the other side suddenly looks not only greener but now also comes with big pearly gates and many fluffy angel things. It is not a pleasant life with an older sister like this one.
In the end I hand over my old phone, which truth be told she’d already paid the $70 trade-in value for on Thursday nite. Friday I go without a phone and fail to change my silver k700i for a light blue one. At least… now I have a nice phone that doesn’t drive me crazy trying to press the down button, keypad 1, keypad 4 and (sometimes in aircon rooms. weird)the hex button. And it comes with a camera, but unfortunately I have no means of uploading mp3s or pictures or anything to it cos this stupid com don’t even have a basic USB port and the only functional computer in the entire house is in the hands of a bridge troll that eats poor little goats. Still, a camera’s a camera, and the phone IS cool looking and has a super chic display theme and 42 mb of memory, which has gotta mean it can store more than 14 msgs. Verily, I love it. Even if it isn't light blue.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
ZooZooZooZoZoZ
The days seem kinda mixed up now… cant really remember whether its Thursday or Friday or Wednesday anymore. I think its cos all my sleeping has gone to shot the past few days.
The past few days have been so great tho!!! What I wouldn’t give to spend time like this again with happy close friends and talking and laughing together… the today is Friday, and on Wednesday 11 of us went to the zoo, it was so much fun I don’t know where to start describing it. Certainly there were the animals and creatures big and small to look at and admire, all the varied birds and beasts of God’s creation. It simply amazes the soul and mind, and reminds us that God created all this, and everything around us, in such beauty and splendour and grace. I feel so diminished by all this, and God’s power becomes so evident, that all around us are evidence of his infinite ability, and we are really nothing at all. I guess I felt awe, and respect, and at the same time so lucky to be loved by God and to know him… I really dunno how to put what I feel into words, but maybe I could say it is a kind of enlightenment, that I can see so clearly how everything is in place and all part of His great design.
Wednesday night we went to mich lee’s place to stay over, and I love stayovers. Watched movies until 2+ in the morning, then somehow in the search for a hot drink the group migrated to the kitchen and started talking, except josh who fell asleep on the sofa and liz who was had to go home against her will… sigh its so frustrating when that happens, happened to me a coupla times too, its like your parents seem so unreasonable and rigid, and u know u’re missing out on all the joy of being with friends and cant do a damn thing abt it… sucky feeling.
I think we talked for nearly two hours? Abt the intrinsic nature of God, that if a higher being were to exist, and have created this earth, then we could never truly comprehend this being, because it is fundamentally out of our grasp of comprehension, like a 2d person on paper trying to comprehend a 3d cube. Abt dreams and out-of-body-experiences and life… this is what I love abt stayovers, abt being able to communicate for once, to have the time to sit down and talk and understand the other person or people… haha its beginning to sound like building a romantic relationship.
Anyway then we migrated back to the tv at maybe 4 to 5 am and watched band of brothers which I thot would be interesting but unfortunately knocked everyone out like a concussion grenade… hey the episodes I watched at home were spectacularly deep and thought-provoking ok… within 40 mins everyone fell asleep except josh (ironically), who graciously turned off the tv and cd player for all of us.
And mish has really really nice flowing hair gosh!!… just that I’ve never really seen her let it down before… gosh I felt my pseudo-fetish for hair coming back again. Felt a bit freaky.
We woke up at ard 8 after maybe three hours of sleep. At this time I’m operating on five hours of sleep over the past two days. My head feels a bit wired and electric, but otherwise cant seem to work. Everyone’s tired except caleb who seems to run an internal thermonuclear fusion plant that supplies power 24/7 and feeds a word processing/output device. Amazing. All thru breakfast even. What does it take to stop calbee from chattering? I think if someone stuffed his mouth words would start leaking from his nose and spurting from his ears.
Finally we go home and I take a train w yina back to kranji, she to woodlands. I’m tired to the point of numbness and can actually work up the energy to chat and entertain a little, haha the body has strange ways of surviving things. So I head home and yina heads home, and I forgot to ask her how tim is doing, which for some reason is quite important to me, maybe cos of a previous misunderstanding.
When I got home on thurs afternoon at ard one I took a bath, ate and started reading a book a book. By three I was asleep, and woke to eat dinner at 11.28. then went back to sleep again two hours later… I remember the time on the clock so clearly, the hands pointing slightly askew 11 and at 28… when I woke up the next morning it was like a freeze frame printed on the wall cos it was the exact same time again, the hands pointing slightly askew 11 and at 28. Maybe it was sheer coincidence, but it felt like some kind of portent, tho for what I dunno.
Anyway I got my new sony ericcson k700i now. Oh how I wish to complain about the circumstances under which I get it. The injustice! The dissatisfaction! The grim and forcibly cheery positivity! Sigh… then again maybe I shouldn’t… another day perhaps I shall Complain.
It is 2 am now I shall go to sleep
The past few days have been so great tho!!! What I wouldn’t give to spend time like this again with happy close friends and talking and laughing together… the today is Friday, and on Wednesday 11 of us went to the zoo, it was so much fun I don’t know where to start describing it. Certainly there were the animals and creatures big and small to look at and admire, all the varied birds and beasts of God’s creation. It simply amazes the soul and mind, and reminds us that God created all this, and everything around us, in such beauty and splendour and grace. I feel so diminished by all this, and God’s power becomes so evident, that all around us are evidence of his infinite ability, and we are really nothing at all. I guess I felt awe, and respect, and at the same time so lucky to be loved by God and to know him… I really dunno how to put what I feel into words, but maybe I could say it is a kind of enlightenment, that I can see so clearly how everything is in place and all part of His great design.
Wednesday night we went to mich lee’s place to stay over, and I love stayovers. Watched movies until 2+ in the morning, then somehow in the search for a hot drink the group migrated to the kitchen and started talking, except josh who fell asleep on the sofa and liz who was had to go home against her will… sigh its so frustrating when that happens, happened to me a coupla times too, its like your parents seem so unreasonable and rigid, and u know u’re missing out on all the joy of being with friends and cant do a damn thing abt it… sucky feeling.
I think we talked for nearly two hours? Abt the intrinsic nature of God, that if a higher being were to exist, and have created this earth, then we could never truly comprehend this being, because it is fundamentally out of our grasp of comprehension, like a 2d person on paper trying to comprehend a 3d cube. Abt dreams and out-of-body-experiences and life… this is what I love abt stayovers, abt being able to communicate for once, to have the time to sit down and talk and understand the other person or people… haha its beginning to sound like building a romantic relationship.
Anyway then we migrated back to the tv at maybe 4 to 5 am and watched band of brothers which I thot would be interesting but unfortunately knocked everyone out like a concussion grenade… hey the episodes I watched at home were spectacularly deep and thought-provoking ok… within 40 mins everyone fell asleep except josh (ironically), who graciously turned off the tv and cd player for all of us.
And mish has really really nice flowing hair gosh!!… just that I’ve never really seen her let it down before… gosh I felt my pseudo-fetish for hair coming back again. Felt a bit freaky.
We woke up at ard 8 after maybe three hours of sleep. At this time I’m operating on five hours of sleep over the past two days. My head feels a bit wired and electric, but otherwise cant seem to work. Everyone’s tired except caleb who seems to run an internal thermonuclear fusion plant that supplies power 24/7 and feeds a word processing/output device. Amazing. All thru breakfast even. What does it take to stop calbee from chattering? I think if someone stuffed his mouth words would start leaking from his nose and spurting from his ears.
Finally we go home and I take a train w yina back to kranji, she to woodlands. I’m tired to the point of numbness and can actually work up the energy to chat and entertain a little, haha the body has strange ways of surviving things. So I head home and yina heads home, and I forgot to ask her how tim is doing, which for some reason is quite important to me, maybe cos of a previous misunderstanding.
When I got home on thurs afternoon at ard one I took a bath, ate and started reading a book a book. By three I was asleep, and woke to eat dinner at 11.28. then went back to sleep again two hours later… I remember the time on the clock so clearly, the hands pointing slightly askew 11 and at 28… when I woke up the next morning it was like a freeze frame printed on the wall cos it was the exact same time again, the hands pointing slightly askew 11 and at 28. Maybe it was sheer coincidence, but it felt like some kind of portent, tho for what I dunno.
Anyway I got my new sony ericcson k700i now. Oh how I wish to complain about the circumstances under which I get it. The injustice! The dissatisfaction! The grim and forcibly cheery positivity! Sigh… then again maybe I shouldn’t… another day perhaps I shall Complain.
It is 2 am now I shall go to sleep
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
staying at home for four days
Lessee what I’ve done the past few days…..
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Aha! I have done nothing!
Wow I realized staying at home and basically not doing anything is actually quite relaxing. I realized that going out makes me edgy and unhappy, on the contrary, I feel like I kinda lose touch with the home ‘spirit’, and adopt a meaner, more impatient grittiness… today I realized that, when I left the house and went out (to the library, again) for the first time in four days. When I came back the first thing that happened was that I felt irritated by my brother, and I was hit by pangs of unhappiness over having to come back to a crappy house. Which I dint feel the past few days. Maybe its just cos I got used to the house after four days. Maybe I just got reminded over how disconnected and bare home feels compared to the rest of the world, after entering the bustle of city-life again. Maybe… maybe this is all a reflection of how city-life sucks you dry and spits you out, how it turns you into an insta-gratifi-kid, clinging on in the fast-lane to nowhere, how it envelops you in a clamshell of isolation and vanity. My mom tells me this sometimes, how after I come back from school or going out, I get so easily irritable and snappish… I never believed her then, and we quarrel. I believe her now, cos I finally can see myself.
I guess what this all means is that we have to lighten up! And slow down, and listen properly to people. I got irritated cos my brother was giving me some really vague explanation when I asked him about the show we were watching. Well, at least I managed to control my reaction and dint shout or throw a barb back at him.
Just now told betty about jb being totally boring, how it’ll take a few hours (like, 5 or 6) just to get anywhere interesting, since she wants to go trekking or hiking or some major ‘adventure’ stuff, whatever that is. Hey man, I take like 45 mins just to get from customs to my house, no chance we can get anywhere in an hour like she’d prefer. So she asked me to check up on movies and whether ‘the notebook’ is still showing, I think I got that right… but jb doesn’t have any movie schedule things like in Today or Life newspapers… gosh how am I gonna check for any movies for her, its not like I can take a bus around to the individual theatres and look right? I’m really in a mess over this now cos I don’t want to disappoint her, but also cos even if I do bring her around I wont have the money to join her in whatever she’s doing, like watching movies, eating out, buying stuff the whole day. she’s got money to burn but hey, I’ve got to upgrade my plan and buy my phone still ok…
Anyways, tmrw going out again! no, not to library this time. Class is going to the zoo, which I think will be quite enjoyable provided the right ppl are there. Fishing poodles, if joy and alvin are gonna be there I dunno how I’m gonna put up with her nasal squawky whinings and his snobbish supercilicity… SOSOSOSO IRRITATING!!! I feel like smacking her with an ironing board. I feel like chucking him into the hippopotimashimup pool. I don’t understand how calbee can be so nice to everyone, and put up with ppl like these two… sigh I guess I’ll never make a good leader.
Well, at least I got two new books to read, today I got, lessee, Fairyland by Paul J McAuley and Out Of The Silent Planet/Perelandra by C S Lewis… yay if I finish reading those by end hols I’ll have read five books in two weeks. Yayyyy. So far I’ve read… The Simoqin Prophecies by Samit Basu (funny and thought-provoking but strange cliffhanger: 3 stars), Vacuum Diagrams by Stephen Baxter (oooh super sci-fi interesting: 4 stars). And Life Of Pi by Yann Martel (really catchy but i dint quite get it: 3 stars). And no its not about maths. Must read more! This feels like O levels all over again, fell under a reading spell at that time and kept reading books… read the entire LOTR sequence right in the middle of the Os themselves, I think I musta went a bit crazed by the studying. Perhaps it was relaxation haha, then I guess it’s a good thing haha.
Alright I better sleep tonight. Last few nights been sleeping at 4 and 5 am and playing POKEMON!!! Sigh this is what u call depravity man. God bless.
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Aha! I have done nothing!
Wow I realized staying at home and basically not doing anything is actually quite relaxing. I realized that going out makes me edgy and unhappy, on the contrary, I feel like I kinda lose touch with the home ‘spirit’, and adopt a meaner, more impatient grittiness… today I realized that, when I left the house and went out (to the library, again) for the first time in four days. When I came back the first thing that happened was that I felt irritated by my brother, and I was hit by pangs of unhappiness over having to come back to a crappy house. Which I dint feel the past few days. Maybe its just cos I got used to the house after four days. Maybe I just got reminded over how disconnected and bare home feels compared to the rest of the world, after entering the bustle of city-life again. Maybe… maybe this is all a reflection of how city-life sucks you dry and spits you out, how it turns you into an insta-gratifi-kid, clinging on in the fast-lane to nowhere, how it envelops you in a clamshell of isolation and vanity. My mom tells me this sometimes, how after I come back from school or going out, I get so easily irritable and snappish… I never believed her then, and we quarrel. I believe her now, cos I finally can see myself.
I guess what this all means is that we have to lighten up! And slow down, and listen properly to people. I got irritated cos my brother was giving me some really vague explanation when I asked him about the show we were watching. Well, at least I managed to control my reaction and dint shout or throw a barb back at him.
Just now told betty about jb being totally boring, how it’ll take a few hours (like, 5 or 6) just to get anywhere interesting, since she wants to go trekking or hiking or some major ‘adventure’ stuff, whatever that is. Hey man, I take like 45 mins just to get from customs to my house, no chance we can get anywhere in an hour like she’d prefer. So she asked me to check up on movies and whether ‘the notebook’ is still showing, I think I got that right… but jb doesn’t have any movie schedule things like in Today or Life newspapers… gosh how am I gonna check for any movies for her, its not like I can take a bus around to the individual theatres and look right? I’m really in a mess over this now cos I don’t want to disappoint her, but also cos even if I do bring her around I wont have the money to join her in whatever she’s doing, like watching movies, eating out, buying stuff the whole day. she’s got money to burn but hey, I’ve got to upgrade my plan and buy my phone still ok…
Anyways, tmrw going out again! no, not to library this time. Class is going to the zoo, which I think will be quite enjoyable provided the right ppl are there. Fishing poodles, if joy and alvin are gonna be there I dunno how I’m gonna put up with her nasal squawky whinings and his snobbish supercilicity… SOSOSOSO IRRITATING!!! I feel like smacking her with an ironing board. I feel like chucking him into the hippopotimashimup pool. I don’t understand how calbee can be so nice to everyone, and put up with ppl like these two… sigh I guess I’ll never make a good leader.
Well, at least I got two new books to read, today I got, lessee, Fairyland by Paul J McAuley and Out Of The Silent Planet/Perelandra by C S Lewis… yay if I finish reading those by end hols I’ll have read five books in two weeks. Yayyyy. So far I’ve read… The Simoqin Prophecies by Samit Basu (funny and thought-provoking but strange cliffhanger: 3 stars), Vacuum Diagrams by Stephen Baxter (oooh super sci-fi interesting: 4 stars). And Life Of Pi by Yann Martel (really catchy but i dint quite get it: 3 stars). And no its not about maths. Must read more! This feels like O levels all over again, fell under a reading spell at that time and kept reading books… read the entire LOTR sequence right in the middle of the Os themselves, I think I musta went a bit crazed by the studying. Perhaps it was relaxation haha, then I guess it’s a good thing haha.
Alright I better sleep tonight. Last few nights been sleeping at 4 and 5 am and playing POKEMON!!! Sigh this is what u call depravity man. God bless.
Monday, September 06, 2004
money
What is it about money
You always bitchin about money
Always never enough
Always printing paper words
Of meaning nothing
Of nothing meaning
Anything of worth
No weight in gold
Just cold and waiting
On the sparkle of a one cent street
Opened for sales
And sales you stop
Stuck to your wallet
What do you call it?
Miser, poor rich man’s
Spoilt kid? Always your money
Always the game
where finders keep it
always bitchin about
fire and brimstone. Save it!
always bitchin about
your money
What is it about money
You always bitchin about money
Always never enough
Always printing paper words
Of meaning nothing
Of nothing meaning
Anything of worth
No weight in gold
Just cold and waiting
On the sparkle of a one cent street
Opened for sales
And sales you stop
Stuck to your wallet
What do you call it?
Miser, poor rich man’s
Spoilt kid? Always your money
Always the game
where finders keep it
always bitchin about
fire and brimstone. Save it!
always bitchin about
your money
Why do I pretend to be deep? I know that inside I am just a shallow omega.
I see myself in fragments. I try to be myself. But it is difficult, because I have too many selves. I am different people for different days, a multiplicity of personality to suit the friend and the need. I have lost myself. But maybe… maybe I am everyone… maybe I shapeshift like this because I can, because all these people of me, are me. Then I would say I am fragments, because then I am bit of everything, huddled together for warmth.
sigh why does life get so complicated sometimes...
i wish i could be with you now babe...
I see myself in fragments. I try to be myself. But it is difficult, because I have too many selves. I am different people for different days, a multiplicity of personality to suit the friend and the need. I have lost myself. But maybe… maybe I am everyone… maybe I shapeshift like this because I can, because all these people of me, are me. Then I would say I am fragments, because then I am bit of everything, huddled together for warmth.
sigh why does life get so complicated sometimes...
i wish i could be with you now babe...
slipping things
Glory and fame
Are these not the things we lust after? Are these not the things we try to achieve in our few years of life, in our few years of selfishness and mock subservience? Are these not the things that we try to carry home from the battlefields of competitions and races, of life and otherwise?
In the end, does it all matter?
Then I am a hypocrite. I lust after fame. I see the transient importance of name, and I love the embellishment of achievement. When the whole world knows your name, you are powerful, because what you say and do is noticed. People are audience to your actions, sidelined by the limelight of the pseudo-godhood brought on by your popularity. Is that not always how it is? Popularity is wielded like a whip to influence; be popular, and you are the fashion, you are the word of wisdom, you are smile that people return… It is unfair of course, but we have to accept that someone has to be king. That is the rule of the jungle.
Are these not the things we lust after? Are these not the things we try to achieve in our few years of life, in our few years of selfishness and mock subservience? Are these not the things that we try to carry home from the battlefields of competitions and races, of life and otherwise?
In the end, does it all matter?
Then I am a hypocrite. I lust after fame. I see the transient importance of name, and I love the embellishment of achievement. When the whole world knows your name, you are powerful, because what you say and do is noticed. People are audience to your actions, sidelined by the limelight of the pseudo-godhood brought on by your popularity. Is that not always how it is? Popularity is wielded like a whip to influence; be popular, and you are the fashion, you are the word of wisdom, you are smile that people return… It is unfair of course, but we have to accept that someone has to be king. That is the rule of the jungle.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
un-adventure jb
Betty wants to come over to jb and have me bring her around on some adventure pleasure-seeking thing. That’s great and it’d be so fun, just that jb isn't exactly anywhere near what she imagines it to. Sorry, no mountains in my backyard or oceans beyond the verandah here dear... so tmrw when I go out I’m gonna have to break the news that jb is actually quite a piece of shit and about as interesting as watching an ant trying to drag a dead caterpillar up a wall.
Well, ok maybe the shopping could be interesting? And she could stay over but then there isn't really anything to do at home either, except maybe watching ants trying to drag dead caterpillars around, which surprising is quite common in the garden, but usually its earthworms that crawl out of the soil after a rain and get dried up and stuck to the driveway. And then the ants have to cut the earthworms up and drag the little pieces around.
Having a girl over could get just a bit strange? I dunno, its never happened before. Could bring her shopping first, then in the evening go to Sultan’s Garden and let her look out to Singapore from the hill, yup that’d be so nice and scenic and breezy… mmm wouldn’t mind going there myself.
I want to go east coast. I want to go and sit on a shaded park bench and write in my diary. I wanna munch on an apple and watch the ships go by.
The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
the wave, cant stop
Ever wonder if its all for you?
Well, ok maybe the shopping could be interesting? And she could stay over but then there isn't really anything to do at home either, except maybe watching ants trying to drag dead caterpillars around, which surprising is quite common in the garden, but usually its earthworms that crawl out of the soil after a rain and get dried up and stuck to the driveway. And then the ants have to cut the earthworms up and drag the little pieces around.
Having a girl over could get just a bit strange? I dunno, its never happened before. Could bring her shopping first, then in the evening go to Sultan’s Garden and let her look out to Singapore from the hill, yup that’d be so nice and scenic and breezy… mmm wouldn’t mind going there myself.
I want to go east coast. I want to go and sit on a shaded park bench and write in my diary. I wanna munch on an apple and watch the ships go by.
The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
the wave, cant stop
Ever wonder if its all for you?
Why AH will get burnt to a roast piglet skin if a fire breaks out in school
AH will take 2 hours to decide where to meet
AH will lose a third its ppl as they go to the toilet unexpectedly and get burnt to death there
AH will lose a quarter of its ppl as they talk to friends from Australia who mysteriously appear out of nowhere, and get burnt to crocodile crispiness together
AH will lose a few ppl to the Man-Eating Canteen. “I’m gonna get a drink first” and they never return. Ever.
AH will lose a few ppl to the Econs Consultation force, whose intense gravitational pull is formed by the superdense Econs material.
AH will lose J.Bo to Ben Affleck. Also happens every recess, lunch and class gathering.
The rest will be lost to the Heisenberg Uncertainty effect, which states that if AH moves through space at y speed and has x people and x+1 movie choices, then the exact final position of the movie theater AH arrives at cannot be determined, except that space is on fire and AH gets burnt to charred ducks and y is O cos AH doesnt move anyway. If you dont understand it, its ok. It is all Quantum.
Hence AH will get burnt to fried chicken if a fire breaks out in school.
AH will take 2 hours to decide where to meet
AH will lose a third its ppl as they go to the toilet unexpectedly and get burnt to death there
AH will lose a quarter of its ppl as they talk to friends from Australia who mysteriously appear out of nowhere, and get burnt to crocodile crispiness together
AH will lose a few ppl to the Man-Eating Canteen. “I’m gonna get a drink first” and they never return. Ever.
AH will lose a few ppl to the Econs Consultation force, whose intense gravitational pull is formed by the superdense Econs material.
AH will lose J.Bo to Ben Affleck. Also happens every recess, lunch and class gathering.
The rest will be lost to the Heisenberg Uncertainty effect, which states that if AH moves through space at y speed and has x people and x+1 movie choices, then the exact final position of the movie theater AH arrives at cannot be determined, except that space is on fire and AH gets burnt to charred ducks and y is O cos AH doesnt move anyway. If you dont understand it, its ok. It is all Quantum.
Hence AH will get burnt to fried chicken if a fire breaks out in school.
Friday, September 03, 2004
teachers' day schhlay
Oh terrible, glad shining day.
I can never understand the happiness of birthdays and teachers’ days and oh-lets-be-happy special occasion days. Today ppl were giving the teachers presents and everything feeling so happy-happy and excited and whatnot, and the teachers were all gushy and appreciative and loud laugherty niceties. Why is it always this way? I tried to be around and smiley and happy for the teachers, handing out to them their nice, meaningful, quirky-cute gifts.
But it is hard to keep smiling when you don’t feel it.
If atmosphere is infectious maybe I’m on Panadol.
Well, at least after all that heehaaing some of us went out to Holland V.
I can never understand the happiness of birthdays and teachers’ days and oh-lets-be-happy special occasion days. Today ppl were giving the teachers presents and everything feeling so happy-happy and excited and whatnot, and the teachers were all gushy and appreciative and loud laugherty niceties. Why is it always this way? I tried to be around and smiley and happy for the teachers, handing out to them their nice, meaningful, quirky-cute gifts.
But it is hard to keep smiling when you don’t feel it.
If atmosphere is infectious maybe I’m on Panadol.
Well, at least after all that heehaaing some of us went out to Holland V.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
missing something?
Shopping was lousily boring. I wish jb had more men’s clothes shops ard, its so hard to find nice clothes nowadays. Or maybe I’m just becoming so much more finicky about what I wear. My mum said its not that I don’t have enough clothes, its just that I don’t want to wear those that I have. I argued that some of them are really ‘unwearable’ now, that I’ve outgrown that kind of clothing. Looking back now it seems so childish to say that… so I guess I’ve really just becoming a fickle pig. Sigh. In the end only bought one shirt after walking ard for like nearly two hours. Well… to look on the bright side at least I still got some money left haha.
Tmrw is teacher’s day! Happy Teacher’s Day all teachers!! This goes out to all the teachers I know or who have taught me, God bless you all for being there and being, even if not beacons, at least markers to guide our way. To Mr Ngoei, Mr Lynn, ms Ganga, mrs Cref, ms Leow and my all-time fav ms Netty (who’s getting married this sat! I’m so happy for you!!!). And yes even ms Koh who forced me to get my hair massacred by the school barber, you taught me patience and the moral rightness of not strangling you to death and tying your putrid corpulence to a ceiling fan.
So thank you all. Tmrw is your Day.
I will not go to school.
Going out by myself is so bland.
But I cant stop now now
I’ve got troubles of my own
Because I’m short on time
I’m lonely and I’m too tired to talk
Keane Cant Stop Now
Sometimes the last thing on my mind is to find that someone.
Tmrw is teacher’s day! Happy Teacher’s Day all teachers!! This goes out to all the teachers I know or who have taught me, God bless you all for being there and being, even if not beacons, at least markers to guide our way. To Mr Ngoei, Mr Lynn, ms Ganga, mrs Cref, ms Leow and my all-time fav ms Netty (who’s getting married this sat! I’m so happy for you!!!). And yes even ms Koh who forced me to get my hair massacred by the school barber, you taught me patience and the moral rightness of not strangling you to death and tying your putrid corpulence to a ceiling fan.
So thank you all. Tmrw is your Day.
I will not go to school.
Going out by myself is so bland.
But I cant stop now now
I’ve got troubles of my own
Because I’m short on time
I’m lonely and I’m too tired to talk
Keane Cant Stop Now
Sometimes the last thing on my mind is to find that someone.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
10 reasons I am an idiot
1. I miss my only reefwalk OJT
2. I fail my prelims
3. I go to orchard and sit in the library the whole day for two days in a row. On a weekend
4. I laugh too much which makes ppl think I am generally insane
5. I pretend that I am smart by being in AH
6. I loiter outside a women’s boutique trying to figure out whether it is actually a men’s boutique. A men’s boutique?
7. I am broke cos I’m stashing money to buy a 500 buck phone. I can buy 22 shirts in JB with that money.
8. I am going shopping tmrw to make myself feel better about being broke and stupid
9. I don’t have enough brain cells to think of the last reason
10. and the last last reason
2. I fail my prelims
3. I go to orchard and sit in the library the whole day for two days in a row. On a weekend
4. I laugh too much which makes ppl think I am generally insane
5. I pretend that I am smart by being in AH
6. I loiter outside a women’s boutique trying to figure out whether it is actually a men’s boutique. A men’s boutique?
7. I am broke cos I’m stashing money to buy a 500 buck phone. I can buy 22 shirts in JB with that money.
8. I am going shopping tmrw to make myself feel better about being broke and stupid
9. I don’t have enough brain cells to think of the last reason
10. and the last last reason
the most important thing tmrw (which i forgot)
Just realized that tmrw morning I’ve got a Reefguide training on!!
Oh shit… I think I’m really screwed this time. Supposed to meet at collyer quay at 6am… well its already one thirty now. how am i to get to collyer quay from JB at this time??! To get there on time I need to be able to buy a bomb, because it will cost a bomb to get a cab in the middle of the night from my house to customs then woodlands to collyer quay…I feel so stupid! I feel like I’m letting the whole team of organisers and ppl going for the reefwalk down. And most of all letting myself down. I wish I could somehow get there on time (and have revised enough of the notes, but I cant cos I haven't downloaded them yet). This is already meant to be the make-up OnJobTraining!! I don’t think there’ll be a next anymore.
So probably my Reefguide ambitions end here, unless by some miracle I can catch up with practical training while dealing with As themselves. But I think not. Screwed.
Supposed to make it to official Nparks guide status (or something like that) by end of this year…
but now no more liao…
whywhywhywhy did I forget, I even wrote it in my notebook.
I am feeling frustrated at 1.40 in the morning, hooray. The potential reefguides will meet in 4hrs and 20mins time. I will not be among them. Hoooray. Great to be me.
Oh shit… I think I’m really screwed this time. Supposed to meet at collyer quay at 6am… well its already one thirty now. how am i to get to collyer quay from JB at this time??! To get there on time I need to be able to buy a bomb, because it will cost a bomb to get a cab in the middle of the night from my house to customs then woodlands to collyer quay…I feel so stupid! I feel like I’m letting the whole team of organisers and ppl going for the reefwalk down. And most of all letting myself down. I wish I could somehow get there on time (and have revised enough of the notes, but I cant cos I haven't downloaded them yet). This is already meant to be the make-up OnJobTraining!! I don’t think there’ll be a next anymore.
So probably my Reefguide ambitions end here, unless by some miracle I can catch up with practical training while dealing with As themselves. But I think not. Screwed.
Supposed to make it to official Nparks guide status (or something like that) by end of this year…
but now no more liao…
whywhywhywhy did I forget, I even wrote it in my notebook.
I am feeling frustrated at 1.40 in the morning, hooray. The potential reefguides will meet in 4hrs and 20mins time. I will not be among them. Hoooray. Great to be me.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
postprelimpostpostpost
Yay finally prelims are over. Now we wait for the results to come back so that the teachers can tell us how badly we’ve done. But its ok I guess, I think I’ll need to get down to some serious studying especially for econs and maths if I’m gonna even have a chance of passing As.
And to stop thinking about her and get my own life in order. Sometimes I think I’m getting lost again, but then isn't that how its supposed to feel? I really don’t know… I get more confused everyday… therefore I think the best policy is to just stop thinking about it altogether.
In the last few days I decided not to expect too much. If two ppl are chanced to meet, then so be it, I’m not gonna go running about and chucking aside what I’m doing just to be with someone I hardly even talk to face to face.
I dreamt of her once. She was looking at me with those lovely feline bright sharp eyes of hers. She said something along the lines of ‘hey you better do something soon. You’re running out of time.’
Something like that.
This was, what, two months ago? Between then and now I’ve been training for nationals, going for asean, mugging madly for prelims, and taking the prelims themselves. I think, if the dream portends rightly, I have Run Out Of Time.
So. I think I will Get My Life Into Order.
That is my goal now.
Screw relationships.
Tomorrow I’m going shopping!! Hopefully I actually buy something this time. Everytime I go out intending to expand my (limited) wardrobe I end up visiting many many shops and buying nothing nothing. Stupid.
So far I have 1 orange shirt 2 green shirts 1 white shirt and many black shirts. Not counting tees cos I cant stand wearing tees, they make me feel like a miscreant escaped from nus medical centre.
Tmrw! I hope to return with some proper clothes. Hooray anyways cos I love shopping. Today when I went out to City Square I loitered outside this shop wondering if I should go in or not, cos it kinda looked like it was selling guys apparel but all the mannequins were female. So I loitered around glancing into the shop filled with female mannequins and maybe-guy-apparel hoping I wasn’t looking like a perv. Some of the store clerks were staring at me. Some of the people walking around inside the shop were looking my way. lalala quickly walked away...
I wonder if Betty still wants to come over and shop… hmmm was wondering that on the way home. Better ask her soon before her holiday schedule gets filled out with whatever she does.
And to stop thinking about her and get my own life in order. Sometimes I think I’m getting lost again, but then isn't that how its supposed to feel? I really don’t know… I get more confused everyday… therefore I think the best policy is to just stop thinking about it altogether.
In the last few days I decided not to expect too much. If two ppl are chanced to meet, then so be it, I’m not gonna go running about and chucking aside what I’m doing just to be with someone I hardly even talk to face to face.
I dreamt of her once. She was looking at me with those lovely feline bright sharp eyes of hers. She said something along the lines of ‘hey you better do something soon. You’re running out of time.’
Something like that.
This was, what, two months ago? Between then and now I’ve been training for nationals, going for asean, mugging madly for prelims, and taking the prelims themselves. I think, if the dream portends rightly, I have Run Out Of Time.
So. I think I will Get My Life Into Order.
That is my goal now.
Screw relationships.
Tomorrow I’m going shopping!! Hopefully I actually buy something this time. Everytime I go out intending to expand my (limited) wardrobe I end up visiting many many shops and buying nothing nothing. Stupid.
So far I have 1 orange shirt 2 green shirts 1 white shirt and many black shirts. Not counting tees cos I cant stand wearing tees, they make me feel like a miscreant escaped from nus medical centre.
Tmrw! I hope to return with some proper clothes. Hooray anyways cos I love shopping. Today when I went out to City Square I loitered outside this shop wondering if I should go in or not, cos it kinda looked like it was selling guys apparel but all the mannequins were female. So I loitered around glancing into the shop filled with female mannequins and maybe-guy-apparel hoping I wasn’t looking like a perv. Some of the store clerks were staring at me. Some of the people walking around inside the shop were looking my way. lalala quickly walked away...
I wonder if Betty still wants to come over and shop… hmmm was wondering that on the way home. Better ask her soon before her holiday schedule gets filled out with whatever she does.
Monday, August 30, 2004
weekend in e library
From today, we’ve got ten weeks to As, which makes for about a week a subject including s paper and that’s cutting it close for the weaker subjects… nobody really seems bothered abt it tho, at least not enough to actually contemplate real studying. We’re having a class outing tmrw to Kallang SSC to bowl, for goodness sake! And E8 isnt even over yet.
Went out myself the past two days. Felt kinda lonely and truthfully quite pathetic. No money to really spend. In town there’s really only two things to do. Generally, it’d be either spending money, or going to the library. Or yah actually there’s also window shopping but then its never really window shopping is it… I always end up buying something. I bought two cds yay!! Keane’s hopes and dreams and incubus’ fungus amongus… wow so surprised to find fungus amongus at all! Its like incubus’ first album and so old already… anyway I thank God for leading me to that wonderful shop Gramophone in paragon, and so that I could save $8 on cds. Everybody, let’s welcome the new Teen Choice music store of 2004/2005… go to gramophone… without music life would be a mistake… gramophone singapore pls pay me premiums for advertising for you…
Keane is so good!!!! His voice is like coffee cream!!! Omigods I cant get enough of Somewhere Only We Know right now… I would prob cry listening to it if I let myself… MMMMmMMmMmmmmhh!!! So bone-achingly haunting, so sweetly anguished, the tenets of intangible sorrow and joy wrapped up in verse and voice, chord and cymbal. Every cent I spent on him is worth it.
Everyone, please go buy keane. And an econopack of tissue.
Being out by myself let me learn two things. Being content is being happy in the things you do, no matter what you think your friends may say if they knew or how the people immediately around you may look at you. Like staying in the library for two days straight. In the middle of orchard. (Orchard! Ppl will gasp. You mean u go all the way to orchard just to sit in the library for hours and hours and hours!? Yes, do that did I) There is a peace in books, a peace that does not come with wrangling over prices in shops, or imagining urself in those clothes you could never afford, or walking past cafes selling coffee that would rightly burn a hole in your wallet and then carry on eating up ur pocket until u’re left clutching your zipper to your undies and there’s two weird cloth rings around your ankles. Industrial strength Fabric-Eating Coffee!! Rejoice one and all. Anyways, sitting in the library is very soothing, with the right book, I was reading Vacuum Diagrams by stephen baxter, and I wouldn’t mind staying there the whole day if my butt dint start aching after an hour of sitting down.
Can u imagine ppl study at orchard library? They bring their books and sit down on the floor and start doing work at the cushioned benches lining the glass walls. Gosh I just feel like kicking them and feeding their bloody homework into the book return slot. Cant they see the study culture only extends around the café galilee tables? The benches are for my ass and other readers’ asses, not for your vision-impaired homework business…
Today I did a good deed. I helped this promotion girl in cold storage to move a tv set. It was part of her promotion gig and she was struggling to move it into a trolley. So I came up and said hey can I help u with that and she smiled with relief, then I moved it back onto the table and stood there adjusting it to face forwards. Only then she told me she was trying to move it into the trolley. I think at this point I made a strangled noise and looked at the ceiling, but I cant really remember cos I think my brain melted in the heat of embarrassment. But oh my gosh she was so pretty!! She had that kind of perfect apple face and flawless skin (haha but I could see where the foundation was a bit uneven so it wasn’t really flawless). I could say things about the length of her skirt too… it was way way too short. But I gotta admit she was really pretty… but when she thanked me for my help suddenly my regard of her dropped a few degrees, no pun intended. she went ‘Tang Kiu!’ in a super ahlian act cute wannabe tone and beamed at me. But I was already walking away and said ‘that’s alright’ and grinned as casually as possible. Maybe it was surprise… or disgust. I dunno. She looked very intelligent (and pretty), but somehow the ahlian inflection in that ‘thank you’ just warped her into a shallow mindedness I dint expect. A bit later while walking ard cold storage I saw her again cos she ended shift. She’d changed into a calf length skirt, and she saw me too. Somehow she dint look so pretty anymore.
Went out myself the past two days. Felt kinda lonely and truthfully quite pathetic. No money to really spend. In town there’s really only two things to do. Generally, it’d be either spending money, or going to the library. Or yah actually there’s also window shopping but then its never really window shopping is it… I always end up buying something. I bought two cds yay!! Keane’s hopes and dreams and incubus’ fungus amongus… wow so surprised to find fungus amongus at all! Its like incubus’ first album and so old already… anyway I thank God for leading me to that wonderful shop Gramophone in paragon, and so that I could save $8 on cds. Everybody, let’s welcome the new Teen Choice music store of 2004/2005… go to gramophone… without music life would be a mistake… gramophone singapore pls pay me premiums for advertising for you…
Keane is so good!!!! His voice is like coffee cream!!! Omigods I cant get enough of Somewhere Only We Know right now… I would prob cry listening to it if I let myself… MMMMmMMmMmmmmhh!!! So bone-achingly haunting, so sweetly anguished, the tenets of intangible sorrow and joy wrapped up in verse and voice, chord and cymbal. Every cent I spent on him is worth it.
Everyone, please go buy keane. And an econopack of tissue.
Being out by myself let me learn two things. Being content is being happy in the things you do, no matter what you think your friends may say if they knew or how the people immediately around you may look at you. Like staying in the library for two days straight. In the middle of orchard. (Orchard! Ppl will gasp. You mean u go all the way to orchard just to sit in the library for hours and hours and hours!? Yes, do that did I) There is a peace in books, a peace that does not come with wrangling over prices in shops, or imagining urself in those clothes you could never afford, or walking past cafes selling coffee that would rightly burn a hole in your wallet and then carry on eating up ur pocket until u’re left clutching your zipper to your undies and there’s two weird cloth rings around your ankles. Industrial strength Fabric-Eating Coffee!! Rejoice one and all. Anyways, sitting in the library is very soothing, with the right book, I was reading Vacuum Diagrams by stephen baxter, and I wouldn’t mind staying there the whole day if my butt dint start aching after an hour of sitting down.
Can u imagine ppl study at orchard library? They bring their books and sit down on the floor and start doing work at the cushioned benches lining the glass walls. Gosh I just feel like kicking them and feeding their bloody homework into the book return slot. Cant they see the study culture only extends around the café galilee tables? The benches are for my ass and other readers’ asses, not for your vision-impaired homework business…
Today I did a good deed. I helped this promotion girl in cold storage to move a tv set. It was part of her promotion gig and she was struggling to move it into a trolley. So I came up and said hey can I help u with that and she smiled with relief, then I moved it back onto the table and stood there adjusting it to face forwards. Only then she told me she was trying to move it into the trolley. I think at this point I made a strangled noise and looked at the ceiling, but I cant really remember cos I think my brain melted in the heat of embarrassment. But oh my gosh she was so pretty!! She had that kind of perfect apple face and flawless skin (haha but I could see where the foundation was a bit uneven so it wasn’t really flawless). I could say things about the length of her skirt too… it was way way too short. But I gotta admit she was really pretty… but when she thanked me for my help suddenly my regard of her dropped a few degrees, no pun intended. she went ‘Tang Kiu!’ in a super ahlian act cute wannabe tone and beamed at me. But I was already walking away and said ‘that’s alright’ and grinned as casually as possible. Maybe it was surprise… or disgust. I dunno. She looked very intelligent (and pretty), but somehow the ahlian inflection in that ‘thank you’ just warped her into a shallow mindedness I dint expect. A bit later while walking ard cold storage I saw her again cos she ended shift. She’d changed into a calf length skirt, and she saw me too. Somehow she dint look so pretty anymore.
Saturday, August 28, 2004
astrozillaboy
Met this 6 yr old kid on the train. He was an angel for a second then he turned into the nightmare visualization of Astroboy. Yina and I were going home on the train from jurong east after class gathering at swensons. He was so cute at first… I stuck my tongue out at him then he stuck his tongue out at me. He was waving his astroboy badge in the air. By the time we got to kranji he was screaming up and down the train carriage and bashing my chest, and jumping about and stepping on my feet and trying to exhume my dead teddybear from its pocket (I told him it was dead hoping he would stop trying to tear it up) and banging on my bag and pretending he was astroboy and that he could fly. And he was shouting things I dunno what they were what I think maybe it is wiser not to know. Thank goodness I had my bag over my legs or else I cannot imagine what kind or sensitive appendage destruction he would do.
astroboy had turned into astrozillaboy...
Ok I admit a bit to playing with him at first and working him up to some sort of adrenaline frenzy…
But I didn’t know I would release astrozillaboy into the unsuspecting MRTland! Quite unexpectedly his mum was just sitting there, half turned away, eyes closed, completely at peace. Yina said she was prob glad I took astrozillaboy off her hands for that fifteen minutes. But I’m no ultraman. The kid was quite chubby cute tho, and I imagine quite lovable at appropriate times.
I think tokyo should invent a roll of Suzuki Duct Tape XXXL so ultraman vega or omega or popcorn or his kernel siblings can just tape up the monsters and dump them into some landfill or something. The monsters never seem smart enough to use their brains if they even have any. If they’re so advanced that they can fly across space then why do they always fall into buildings and lie there wiggling their stupid arms. Stupid monsters. If ultraman cant stand earth’s polluted atmosphere why doesn’t he just fly into orbit and shoot the bloody stupid monsters from space with his laser thingy. I don’t understand. Maybe it’s a conspiracy to get international funding to rebuild tokyo. Then the government keeps some every time aid arrives and Japan prospers without having to produce anything. Except maybe bloody stupid monsters.
astroboy had turned into astrozillaboy...
Ok I admit a bit to playing with him at first and working him up to some sort of adrenaline frenzy…
But I didn’t know I would release astrozillaboy into the unsuspecting MRTland! Quite unexpectedly his mum was just sitting there, half turned away, eyes closed, completely at peace. Yina said she was prob glad I took astrozillaboy off her hands for that fifteen minutes. But I’m no ultraman. The kid was quite chubby cute tho, and I imagine quite lovable at appropriate times.
I think tokyo should invent a roll of Suzuki Duct Tape XXXL so ultraman vega or omega or popcorn or his kernel siblings can just tape up the monsters and dump them into some landfill or something. The monsters never seem smart enough to use their brains if they even have any. If they’re so advanced that they can fly across space then why do they always fall into buildings and lie there wiggling their stupid arms. Stupid monsters. If ultraman cant stand earth’s polluted atmosphere why doesn’t he just fly into orbit and shoot the bloody stupid monsters from space with his laser thingy. I don’t understand. Maybe it’s a conspiracy to get international funding to rebuild tokyo. Then the government keeps some every time aid arrives and Japan prospers without having to produce anything. Except maybe bloody stupid monsters.
levity
Someone told me ‘you’re so fulla crap’. Which is prob true. I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t. and I wouldn’t be sane either. Not that many ppl think I’m sane anyway, cref thinks I’m from outer space and prob some ppl think I’m weird, which is ok, and some other ppl think I’m gay, which is not ok. Look, I may a bitch at times, but I’m not gay ok. Being gay means I walk like I cant control my hips, have muscular deficiencies in my wrists and talk like some horny crab is gripping my balls. Stereotypical? Well, how would ppl define a gay? I bet I wouldn’t fit in the description. Having pierced ears and wearing earrings does not mean I’m gay either. And hey I talk to girls a million times more than I talk to guys, isn't that kinda contradictory already?
I want to create a bitch club. Me and melvin and maybe joshua phua, but I think josh is too sincerely nice at heart to be a bitch. We could go around doing good deeds like visiting old folks and doing environmental preservation works like Labrador Park Watch and so on. I will be Chief Bitch and melvin will be the Chief Bitch’s Bitch. Josh can be the antiBitch, the antineutron to our neutron, the baryon to our photino. He can dispense logical and supervisory advice, while we dream up plans of world domination. It will be so much fun. I am not gay.
I want to create a bitch club. Me and melvin and maybe joshua phua, but I think josh is too sincerely nice at heart to be a bitch. We could go around doing good deeds like visiting old folks and doing environmental preservation works like Labrador Park Watch and so on. I will be Chief Bitch and melvin will be the Chief Bitch’s Bitch. Josh can be the antiBitch, the antineutron to our neutron, the baryon to our photino. He can dispense logical and supervisory advice, while we dream up plans of world domination. It will be so much fun. I am not gay.
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