The dashboard tells me that the last time I'd updated was on the 19th of September. It feels like such a long time ago now. Hello everybody, it's been a while hasn't it?
I've been having bouts of melancholia and diarrhoea. No, and it isn't because of the diarrhoea that I've been feeling melancholy. The diarrhoea made me feel terrible and the melancholia made me feel... well, melancholy. :(
I'm stumped as to why I've been feeling this way of late. It could be because
1) it's nearing That Time of The Month
Which I think is highly likely considering that I haven't had my period in about 2 months. Gasp, now you know I'm irregular, and that I lose the delicate balance that exists among the moods. But it's not that I like it. I'm irritated that I can be ridiculously happy one moment, and get upset the next at the slightest nuance, like when Phillip speaks too loudly, or when Bessie asks me whether I'd like a Kinder Bueno. EVERYTHING SIMPLY JARS ON MY NERVES.
2) a large majority of my friends have finished their papers, leaving me to wallow in the misery from waiting for that darned last paper on friday.
And it really does not help that one of them keeps messaging me about her After-Exams Plans, asking me if I'd like to learn yoga, or jazz dance, or whether I've got any job offers to recommend her, or that she's really bored right now, even when I've made it very clear that HEY, I'VE STILL GOT ONE BLOODY PAPER LEFT (SO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE TO SUFFOCATE AND DIE AMONG MY BOOKS). Nah I didn't say that but I did tell her that I really have to study for this last paper. (Read: So can we leave your plans till the end of my exam?) And the next thing she messages me about is that she saw her eyecandy. Talk about being insensitive. YEA SO WHAT IF I'M EXHIBITING "SOUR GRAPES" BEHAVIOUR?! Like seriously, I'm just not in the mood to think about taking up jazz. Or yoga. Or whatever. (Okay my parents are irritating me just by sitting there laughing. Shoot I should just move out or something.)
3) I have a very strong feeling that I'm going to flunk the exams.
I know what you're going to say. "Things won't turn out to be as bad as they seem." Hey that's like my line so go get your own line. Who am I trying to kid? Like what, I've got powers to predict the future and I see you in smiles after getting your result slip so I can actually tell you that things won't turn out to be as bad as they seem? Nah, get real. Things are as bad as they seem, and I don't see me getting into a University of my choice, or any University at all.
Okay I can't continue because I'm feeling really lousy right now. And it doesn't help that if I sit and cry in front of the computer Bessie's going to call me a psycho for sure. I hate it that I can't even cry in peace. Like hell, do your parents knock on the door when it's locked and demand to know what's happening even after you've told them to fucking leave you alone and when you ignore them they actually get angry? Why, not that I'm crying now I only cry on special occasions (dang I can never spell that word)
Okay on second thoughts I'm feeling a little better now and not as lousy as before so I think I'll just hang around. I think I shall play Phillip's XBox late into the night tonight. And oh man I can so so predict the two of them waking up and asking me to go and sleep. Damn. You know there's currently so much angry energy that Misery is creating in me that I think I've really become psychotic. I shall get a tattoo. Or a piercing. Or maybe I'll just content myself with killing people in the TV screen.
Help! I need help!
This isn't really me. You know it don't you.
I should be a hermit.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Lowlife
Nah, whizteen shall die because that's not really what I want to become.
Dreams make people larger than life, and my dreams keep me going.
You can always count on them to keep you moving forward when the sheer weight from your notes and textbooks threaten to crush your sanity. Without your sanity you have no direction, you are studying without a purpose. Without sanity you easily lose sight of your goal. Without sanity you'll just want to wither up and cry in a corner. Dreams pull you back from THE ABYSS THAT IS when you lose your sanity.
I appreciate it.
Dearest 9P, you make me complete. I don't think we are something other people can undersand. Recent events have made me feel this even more so.
You are my solace. You are my haven.
I know this sounds exaggerated, but yep. You deserve high praise.
Dreams make people larger than life, and my dreams keep me going.
You can always count on them to keep you moving forward when the sheer weight from your notes and textbooks threaten to crush your sanity. Without your sanity you have no direction, you are studying without a purpose. Without sanity you easily lose sight of your goal. Without sanity you'll just want to wither up and cry in a corner. Dreams pull you back from THE ABYSS THAT IS when you lose your sanity.
I appreciate it.
Dearest 9P, you make me complete. I don't think we are something other people can undersand. Recent events have made me feel this even more so.
You are my solace. You are my haven.
I know this sounds exaggerated, but yep. You deserve high praise.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Chronicles of the Potential I.T. Whizteen - The Fall.
So I've been told that my link doesn't work. I DON'T GET IT! (Potential I.T. Whizteen pulls at hair in anger) It's outrageous. It's my first link and it doesn't work! gah. But as the saying goes, "if at first you don't succeed, always get up and try again (always get up and try again, try again. Aaliyah anyone?)" And so I will. The Potential I.T. Whizteen will not succumb to one tiny little glitch that is obstructing people out there to gain access to this cute little website with guaranteed endless fun! I will bring fun to the people! Move pointer over here and click for some fun.
Ha there you go!
Okay now if you are wondering why I'm wasting my time doing such stuff when I am supposed to be studying in the library, I can't help it. Honestly I can't. I must jump at every opportune moment that allows me to hone my I.T. Skills in order to become a real I.T. Whizteen. And this IS an opportune moment because the computer laboratory is virtually empty (hahaha geddit?) with only one irritating nerd sitting at the farthest corner away from me. He probably thinks I'm an irritating obnoxious nerd typing away with all her might to produce the loudest noise possible one can ever possibly produce with a keyboard. Ha! SO I AM! Sue me! Wheee. I love making fun of stranger nerds. No I mean I love making fun of nerds I do not personally know i.e. nerds who are strangers to me? Like stranger nerds? Wahahha. But hey don't get me wrong, some nerds I know are pretty cool. (How's that for an argument with both sides of the picture? For balance eh?) Okay so said nerd had just tried to attack me with pressing down hard on the keyboard like six times in succession. To which I shall retaliate with pressing down hard on the spacebar like eight times in succession. HA TAKE THAT YOU NERD! You can never beat me at making noise with a keyboard ha.
And so the Potential I.T. Whizteen (hereby known as PIW) had triumphed once again over the nerd (hey stop peeking over here nerd or I'll gorge your eyes out with a thumbdrive) who stands in her way to becoming a Real I.T. Whizteen. Whoohoo.
To all those taking their Advanced Levels Examinations, GO STUDY and stop surfing la.
Ha there you go!
Okay now if you are wondering why I'm wasting my time doing such stuff when I am supposed to be studying in the library, I can't help it. Honestly I can't. I must jump at every opportune moment that allows me to hone my I.T. Skills in order to become a real I.T. Whizteen. And this IS an opportune moment because the computer laboratory is virtually empty (hahaha geddit?) with only one irritating nerd sitting at the farthest corner away from me. He probably thinks I'm an irritating obnoxious nerd typing away with all her might to produce the loudest noise possible one can ever possibly produce with a keyboard. Ha! SO I AM! Sue me! Wheee. I love making fun of stranger nerds. No I mean I love making fun of nerds I do not personally know i.e. nerds who are strangers to me? Like stranger nerds? Wahahha. But hey don't get me wrong, some nerds I know are pretty cool. (How's that for an argument with both sides of the picture? For balance eh?) Okay so said nerd had just tried to attack me with pressing down hard on the keyboard like six times in succession. To which I shall retaliate with pressing down hard on the spacebar like eight times in succession. HA TAKE THAT YOU NERD! You can never beat me at making noise with a keyboard ha.
And so the Potential I.T. Whizteen (hereby known as PIW) had triumphed once again over the nerd (hey stop peeking over here nerd or I'll gorge your eyes out with a thumbdrive) who stands in her way to becoming a Real I.T. Whizteen. Whoohoo.
To all those taking their Advanced Levels Examinations, GO STUDY and stop surfing la.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Doesn't Sound Quite Right Now, Does It?
I am extremely apologetic for having neglected this blog and all the other blogs out there in the blogosphere which I used to visit.
It has been A Stupendously Long Time now hasn't it.
In said period of time I had been disowned by Bessie not once, mind you, but twice, embarked on a campaign in collaboration with Carolyn to pester Phillip and Bessie for a dog (would you sign a petition if I gave you one, indicating that you'd like the children of the Tan Family to get the dog that they'd always wanted?), been studying really hard (hey I can type with crossed fingers!), and on top of all that been constantly exposed to poetry that is either very rubbishy, or very beyond me to the extent that it appears very rubbishy. You cannot imagine my agony, dear people who do not study the book by a certain Mr Boey. Or maybe they poems are way beyond me. Or maybe I'm drifting about like an empty shell. Or maybe I just need to embark on a pilgrimage, like a certain Mr Boey.
It's been such a Stupendously Long Time since I'd been blogging it seems like I'd almost forgotten how to. Oh and by the way I've been trying to figure this out---> Put pointer here and click. It's an uber cool site and the graphics are all so cute. OH! I'VE FINALLY INCLUDED A HYPERLINK IN AN ENTRY FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!! HUZZAH!! WATCH OUT FOR THE UPCOMING I.T. GENIUS IN THE MAKING!
I've been reduced to updating in school again. I try not to feel sorry for myself, but the three irritating people sitting across me are annoying. One's humming "Tong Hua" (OVERRATED! OVERRATED! OVERRATED!) on repeat, one's asking the meaning of prawning, and the other, oh well the other one's just typing too loudly. Let me see if the sound of ME typing on the keyboard can drown all of them out. Damn nerds. Oh well I shall just leave them to their world and move to the library. Watch out nerds if I see the three of you again I'm gonna sock you with my schoolbag.
Ha but before that I'd like to announce: On Hiatus until the next time I have the time to update. Like duh. Okay but I found that fun.
It has been A Stupendously Long Time now hasn't it.
In said period of time I had been disowned by Bessie not once, mind you, but twice, embarked on a campaign in collaboration with Carolyn to pester Phillip and Bessie for a dog (would you sign a petition if I gave you one, indicating that you'd like the children of the Tan Family to get the dog that they'd always wanted?), been studying really hard (hey I can type with crossed fingers!), and on top of all that been constantly exposed to poetry that is either very rubbishy, or very beyond me to the extent that it appears very rubbishy. You cannot imagine my agony, dear people who do not study the book by a certain Mr Boey. Or maybe they poems are way beyond me. Or maybe I'm drifting about like an empty shell. Or maybe I just need to embark on a pilgrimage, like a certain Mr Boey.
It's been such a Stupendously Long Time since I'd been blogging it seems like I'd almost forgotten how to. Oh and by the way I've been trying to figure this out---> Put pointer here and click. It's an uber cool site and the graphics are all so cute. OH! I'VE FINALLY INCLUDED A HYPERLINK IN AN ENTRY FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!! HUZZAH!! WATCH OUT FOR THE UPCOMING I.T. GENIUS IN THE MAKING!
I've been reduced to updating in school again. I try not to feel sorry for myself, but the three irritating people sitting across me are annoying. One's humming "Tong Hua" (OVERRATED! OVERRATED! OVERRATED!) on repeat, one's asking the meaning of prawning, and the other, oh well the other one's just typing too loudly. Let me see if the sound of ME typing on the keyboard can drown all of them out. Damn nerds. Oh well I shall just leave them to their world and move to the library. Watch out nerds if I see the three of you again I'm gonna sock you with my schoolbag.
Ha but before that I'd like to announce: On Hiatus until the next time I have the time to update. Like duh. Okay but I found that fun.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Bet You Thought it was the End of Me.
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Thursday, May 25, 2006
Why Are You Reading This?!
If I were a camera, would I want to have an in-built short term memory?
If I were a camera, I wouldn't want to have an in-built short term memory. It'd be fine if all I see and capture are of a pleasant nature, but what if I belong to a psychopath and all the pictures this psychopath takes are of an unpleasant nature?! Oh the horror! The horror! These unpleasant images would then be imprinted in my short term memory, and I'd be unduly traumatised by them images. But then again if I were a camera I wouldn't be capable of emotions and feelings, and I probably wouldn't find anything wrong with the pictures taken by a psychopath. So I probably wouldn't mind if I had a in-built short term memory. I think it's even more probable that I were to be the psychopath.
About the short term memory, mine doesn't seem to be working very well these few days. I think it's pretty much overloaded with rubbish. Oh no. I'm becoming so forgetful that I cannot remember what it was that I wanted to type when I was just thinking about it a few minutes ago. I think every human being should be constructed with a build-in sound recorder that records every single thing you say and hear in the day, that way we would all become super humans, and then we'd be wishing for stuff like retractable wings, x-ray vision and maybe Saddam would wish for a nuclear testing plant. Wait, or does he already have one. No! I'm not insinuating anything! I need to clear my short term memory, it's getting so messed up that I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. I'm becoming incoherent! AAAAH! That's about the worse thing that can happen to a camera. I meant psychopath. Nono, Saddam. No actually I wanted to say superhuman. Or did I want to say human. Is that it?
I think communication is an important tool. We constantly need to make our feelings known. I would gladly talk to animals if it was socially acceptable. I would gladly talk to Jay Chou's picture. I would also gladly talk to inanimate objects like the Xbox, although I would be much better of playing it. HAHA. Okay no pun intended. Or did I intend to pun? Gah. I cannot, for the love of all humanity, remember what my intended destination was in saying "I think communication is an important tool," but I think it goes along the lines of oh well, the importance of communication.
*I scream and faint.*
It's so pointless to try and type when the brain is giving up on me.
Maybe I'll do something simpler like disprove Einstein's Theory of Relativty for the 583rd time. Haha no I'm just joking, I don't even know his Theory of Relativity. I still wanna type even in the state of massive degradation my brain is in.
I am so gald taht the Jnue hloiyads are gnona dsenecd uopn me in auobt two dyas tmie. Oaky at tihs pinot in tmie I get the fienleg taht I'm tnriyg too hrad and shitemong tlels me taht I solhud jsut scumcub to the stuedcion of the bed.
My spllieng is gtntieg sceewrd I sewar. Hey balme it on the barin oaky. Taht's waht you get for tiyrng too hrad.
If I were a camera, I wouldn't want to have an in-built short term memory. It'd be fine if all I see and capture are of a pleasant nature, but what if I belong to a psychopath and all the pictures this psychopath takes are of an unpleasant nature?! Oh the horror! The horror! These unpleasant images would then be imprinted in my short term memory, and I'd be unduly traumatised by them images. But then again if I were a camera I wouldn't be capable of emotions and feelings, and I probably wouldn't find anything wrong with the pictures taken by a psychopath. So I probably wouldn't mind if I had a in-built short term memory. I think it's even more probable that I were to be the psychopath.
About the short term memory, mine doesn't seem to be working very well these few days. I think it's pretty much overloaded with rubbish. Oh no. I'm becoming so forgetful that I cannot remember what it was that I wanted to type when I was just thinking about it a few minutes ago. I think every human being should be constructed with a build-in sound recorder that records every single thing you say and hear in the day, that way we would all become super humans, and then we'd be wishing for stuff like retractable wings, x-ray vision and maybe Saddam would wish for a nuclear testing plant. Wait, or does he already have one. No! I'm not insinuating anything! I need to clear my short term memory, it's getting so messed up that I don't know what I'm talking about anymore. I'm becoming incoherent! AAAAH! That's about the worse thing that can happen to a camera. I meant psychopath. Nono, Saddam. No actually I wanted to say superhuman. Or did I want to say human. Is that it?
I think communication is an important tool. We constantly need to make our feelings known. I would gladly talk to animals if it was socially acceptable. I would gladly talk to Jay Chou's picture. I would also gladly talk to inanimate objects like the Xbox, although I would be much better of playing it. HAHA. Okay no pun intended. Or did I intend to pun? Gah. I cannot, for the love of all humanity, remember what my intended destination was in saying "I think communication is an important tool," but I think it goes along the lines of oh well, the importance of communication.
*I scream and faint.*
It's so pointless to try and type when the brain is giving up on me.
Maybe I'll do something simpler like disprove Einstein's Theory of Relativty for the 583rd time. Haha no I'm just joking, I don't even know his Theory of Relativity. I still wanna type even in the state of massive degradation my brain is in.
I am so gald taht the Jnue hloiyads are gnona dsenecd uopn me in auobt two dyas tmie. Oaky at tihs pinot in tmie I get the fienleg taht I'm tnriyg too hrad and shitemong tlels me taht I solhud jsut scumcub to the stuedcion of the bed.
My spllieng is gtntieg sceewrd I sewar. Hey balme it on the barin oaky. Taht's waht you get for tiyrng too hrad.
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