When Life Turns So Bad that It Stinks.

This morning was the happiest morning of my life. And i was just thinking that nothing could ever bring me down. But i was Wrong.

Today was the worst day of my life. I have never felt so bad. Ever. It was shit lousy. Like hell, i think i might be breaking down.

It's like we don't even talk on MSN right now. And i don't mean it like its a good thing. And look, don't assume you know who i'm talking about. wth, it might even be you. But you probably wouldn't even be reading this. And i'm like whatever. Look, it's just too bad okay. oh my god it's just too bad.

I'm like sick of this shit. so fuck to you.

This is not really Me.

It's not really Me.

Yep, I am not me. Just like God is not Jesus. Wait, God really ISN'T Jesus. So I am still me after all, because I'm neither God, nor am i Jesus. So there. Okay so i'm not making sense. Look, I'm really sorry, but things've been outta sorts lately. And oh I just realised that my life doesn't really worth much cause I'm just like wasting my time away. Okay, it's good that i've identified the problem but you see the problem is that i don't really think wasting my time and life away like that is a problem at all. See, i think i need counselling. Or maybe I don't cause if i can tell you that i need counselling it's probably a sign that i'm still sane.
I think the real psycho actually admits that he's insane to cover up the fact that he really is actually insane. cause it's like, people always say when one admits to being psycho usually one's not, so real psychos will like probably work on that and admit to being psycho in order to appear unpsycho. okay actually this entry is just full of shit i don't know why i bother updating. Haha, just so i can trick you into believing that this entry actually goes somewhere when actually it's just like full of shit. ah ha. I'm so mean dammit. okay okay i apologise for being mean. but things have been outta sorts lately have i ever mentioned that before? And i think i need counselling.
Don appeared on TV!! He's the one acting in the nine o'clock serial drama. okay he's cooler in real life. Which is why acting is called acting. Duh. Like whatever i've got better things to do like sleep. which i will be off to now. And please support the protected sex motion and i'll love you very much till next time.

And Credit Goes To..

Dongua!!! for spending time on doing this blog layout for me! and i told her to add in her name, but she wanted to appear modest. so, she left her name out, and it was all down to me to write an entry just to credit her. but anyway, thanks alot dongua! =) i love the layout. Although i think it can do with a title. *hint hint*

Things Happen

It's been a relatively good weekend. Jay Chou has a common look i've come to realise. Or maybe it's because people everywhere are imitating him. Oh no. But anyway, at the Bukit Timah Market i saw this Jay Chou lookalike stall assistant and i so wanted to just walk over and accost him but i thought the better of it and controlled myself. But he's like so adorable i think i'll go there for lunch everyday now but hey i just remembered i've got school so i guess dinner will be fine too. Yes. Imagine him serving me food. wow wee. I've gotten myself a cooked food stall assistant as eye candy god knows what'll happen if i marry him. I think my mom won't actually approve of the marriage but heck i'm not going to bother myself over what my mom thinks. I shall just go ahead and marry him. i can actually picture myself working my ass off at the food stall alongside him. Good God, i just realised i don't even know his name, but who knows i might just find that out one day when i plant myself at the table in front of his stall every night. There's no way he won't take notice of me like that i'm sure. Okay, next.
Damned viruses are eating away at my files even as i type this entry. Shit. I'm like fighting a losing battle against these shit viruses. Heck I didn't even provoke them and here they are feasting on my documents. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU POOHEAD VIRUSES! I should like get an exorcist to exorcise the viruses from my computer forever. Damn.
Shit I irritate myself sometimes.

Introducing Dusty, the Dust Bunny

Dusty used to be confined to my room only. Now he's all over the house. Dusty's my pet dust bunny. Dusty has the characteristics of an amoeba. He doesn't have to make love in order to reproduce. Instead, he splits his cells and *ta-da, another dust bunny is formed. And we all know the wonderful ability and alarming speed at which normal bunnies can reproduce at, and Dusty, being a dust bunny, which is a bunny afterall, does possess these abilities. So nowadays i see these Dusty-looking dust bunnies e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. And i call out "DUSTY!" and they all rush towards me. They all seem to think that they're Dusty. But it's true, they're dusty, cause they're Dust Bunnies! Geddit? Okay i know i know.

Perhaps this is the reason why I got Gotcha-ed by the real Gotcha crew. You only know you're on Gotcha when the crew come up to you and say "Look at that camera over there!" and you turn to look at all you see is your reflection staring dumbly back at you and you realise that, hey! so that wasn't a one-way mirror after all! It is a two-way mirror!! There's a CAMERA hiding behind THAT mirror. DAMN.
Aha. actually no, you know you're on Gotcha when you're required to do something stupid and you ask yourself "am i on Gotcha?" but you still go ahead and do it anyway in hope of getting that FIFTY DOLLAR HMV VOUCHER and all you're offered at the end of being stupid on national TV is a Blood Red Umbrella which has the words "Catch Gotcha on Channel 5, Thursdays, 8pm" whereby if you carried this umbrella out on the streets it'd be screaming "HEY LOOK AT ME! I WAS DUMB ENOUGH TO BE FEATURED ON GOTCHA!!!" in bright Blood Red.

I'm a Walking Case of Influenza.

I'm down with the Real Influenza. You only know you're down with the Real Influenza when your doctor tells you " You've got the Real Influenza." Okay not really actually. My doctor told me "You've got the flu which the government has informed people to get the vaccine against, which in your case is too late." Talk about being subtle. My lovely doctor then took my temperature and went "Oh dear this is not good." Like, hello, thank you so very much but, I'm like still alive and kicking, don't make me sound like I won't make it out of your office!
But I've got like, two days MC until tuesday with which i can spend sleeping at home till my brain turns to mush. But hey don't get me wrong, i don't feel good having to swallow all those disgusting pills.

And so i was thinking. And i decided that i should be warning you people. Go get the Flu Vaccine. It's NOT NICE having the Real Influenza. My phlegm's like dirty green in colour, which is coincidentally Tofu's favourite colour. Also, the texture kinda resembles that of an oil painting. (how do i know? guess what? I've touched it! haha! been there done that!) so each time i spit i'm reminded of Tofu. And that kinda cheers me up a little.