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.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
You are the Bluest Light
Donny had been feeling harsh and bitter cold on Saturday, Sunday and Monday. The animals in the barren woods told Donny that Sunday was technically the first day of the week. Donny still thinks that Rainday would make a better first-day-of-the-week. Saturday, Rainday, Monday. Or why not Snowday? Or Hailday?
Donny trots (although trotting is an inappropriate course of action because it does not match Donny's mood and Donny always thinks that moods should be shown so that people know how Donny is feeling and do not provoke Donny to make Donny flare up because Donny knows that that will be far worse in fact a thousand million gazillion times worse than Donny being in a bad mood and it will be hypocritical but Donny detests the way mood always has a way of poisoning the atmosphere) through the barren woods. The chill refused to go away.
On Monday Donny felt so bad that the tears could not hold. The tears ran through Donny's frock and Donny was left with a torn frock. The chill hit home like a stalactite. The animals are all running away. Donny should be left alone. Donny wants to go home. Donny wants to go home alone. Run animals run. Donny needs to wake up to the rain.
And I did a raindance.
Donny trots (although trotting is an inappropriate course of action because it does not match Donny's mood and Donny always thinks that moods should be shown so that people know how Donny is feeling and do not provoke Donny to make Donny flare up because Donny knows that that will be far worse in fact a thousand million gazillion times worse than Donny being in a bad mood and it will be hypocritical but Donny detests the way mood always has a way of poisoning the atmosphere) through the barren woods. The chill refused to go away.
On Monday Donny felt so bad that the tears could not hold. The tears ran through Donny's frock and Donny was left with a torn frock. The chill hit home like a stalactite. The animals are all running away. Donny should be left alone. Donny wants to go home. Donny wants to go home alone. Run animals run. Donny needs to wake up to the rain.
And I did a raindance.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
My Parents are Noisy People
Okay so I'm currently supposed to be doing my UN source based assignment but because I'm signed into MSN and so is skippy I think I shall leave the UN source based assignment aside for a while. *Ooh is that a hint of alliteration that I see?*
I just realised that my mucous (I have no idea how to spell this) is bloodied yet again. I think I'm dying, skippy I think i'm dying! I'm so happy that I have people to talk to it gets me off stuff for some time. And it was great what the one called rachel told me yesterday while we were sitting on the stairs outside the Cultural Center, and skippy online! Nah. I'm just kidding.
So skippy just asked me to go watch Da Vinci Code on sunday. Whoohoo! I'm excited yes I am! I know you all are tired hearing about me rant and rant and rant non-stop and it's getting on every single nerve in your body, and it's anti-social behaviour running off to Lecture Theatres on my own. I always thought I was somewhat a social misfit, but like WHATEVER SAY WHAT YOU WANT I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE CALLING ME A LONER BEHIND MY BACK! *left eyelid twitches profusely, nostrils flare and breath exits nose in sharp spurts, sending flecks of bloodied mucous (I can't spell this word for the life of me) all about the keyboard* Okay that's gross. Oh well.
Saint Andrew wasn't with the hockey team today. But then again Saint Andrew was a fisherman, so I guess he wouldn't have known how to help if he had been present. But I bet he would have recognised that the team put up a pretty damn good fight and would have rewarded them with nets/rods/bait. Okay you rest in peace okay Saint Andrew. Look over us while you're at that!
So they say that Singapore Idol's gonna air on channel 5 soon! I so so so can't wait for the debut okay. I wanna laugh my heart out at the ones who are just dying to get laughed at.
And I wanna watch Over the Hedge! It's like so cute. So cute. Oh and X-Men III too! And I wanna watch Cabaret with tofu!
I just realised that my mucous (I have no idea how to spell this) is bloodied yet again. I think I'm dying, skippy I think i'm dying! I'm so happy that I have people to talk to it gets me off stuff for some time. And it was great what the one called rachel told me yesterday while we were sitting on the stairs outside the Cultural Center, and skippy online! Nah. I'm just kidding.
So skippy just asked me to go watch Da Vinci Code on sunday. Whoohoo! I'm excited yes I am! I know you all are tired hearing about me rant and rant and rant non-stop and it's getting on every single nerve in your body, and it's anti-social behaviour running off to Lecture Theatres on my own. I always thought I was somewhat a social misfit, but like WHATEVER SAY WHAT YOU WANT I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE CALLING ME A LONER BEHIND MY BACK! *left eyelid twitches profusely, nostrils flare and breath exits nose in sharp spurts, sending flecks of bloodied mucous (I can't spell this word for the life of me) all about the keyboard* Okay that's gross. Oh well.
Saint Andrew wasn't with the hockey team today. But then again Saint Andrew was a fisherman, so I guess he wouldn't have known how to help if he had been present. But I bet he would have recognised that the team put up a pretty damn good fight and would have rewarded them with nets/rods/bait. Okay you rest in peace okay Saint Andrew. Look over us while you're at that!
So they say that Singapore Idol's gonna air on channel 5 soon! I so so so can't wait for the debut okay. I wanna laugh my heart out at the ones who are just dying to get laughed at.
And I wanna watch Over the Hedge! It's like so cute. So cute. Oh and X-Men III too! And I wanna watch Cabaret with tofu!
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