lucky

will be back on the 8th of June.

till then, friends!

and when you find that

something's probably not going to work out, it can be rather saddening!

slac king

watching American Idol finals now. Cool manz.

hehe

Well, I think more people read my blog than I think, so I'd better not divulge too much private stuff here. Not that I do anyway though, and even if I do I try to make it really indirect so that by the end of the post I'd not know what I was talking about in the first place haha. So yeah, there is was a sense of semi-liberation in me after the end of the GP Common Test, now I'm attempting to do my Othello essay. And yes, I realise I'm talking a lot about work on my blog these days. I'd like to say that I'm being overwhelmed by work and that all I think of is work, and this translates to me blogging about work, but I don't think it's really the case because I'm not. And I'm sorry Jia Yun as well as people who find that me posting things like the completion of certain assignments rather unsettling... er I do acknowledge that it is rather insensitive (eck). Just that the sense of relief overwhelmed me upon completion of the task, sorry x1000! I'll try not to do it again.

And sigh, I wish I'd have the chance to know people better. No, don't misunderstand me, I'm not wanting to be friends with some hot chick. I'm referring to people whom I hi-bye nowadays, even my classmates. It's not easy to prove yourself as being worth making friends with, especially when people are comfortable with their own friends and have little reason to want to be friends with you. So yeah, tough, esp. for me since I don't come across as a particularly cool/interesting/chatty person. College is rather different from secondary school I must say.


No, I'm not EMO LA!!! I'm not happy, I'm not sad, I'm just growing fat.

*with reference to henry's tag

Tags on the board are so infrequent now I've decided to type a post with reference to every tag. (I'm just kidding of course. Or yes I mean it, but I'm not going to stick to it.)

Yes, my blog is teetering towards the emo side, I know that. It's cool, because I've always wanted an emo blog. It's like that fugly toy you used to hate to the guts and never could work out, and 10 years later you find that it's really quite appealing, because you've become a big fugly toy yourself too. Ah yes, same thing.

Next tag please!

PS: henry bring ze shoes tmr pls! hehe.



*edit (10minutes later, when I've read the post and regretted writing it)

But no, I hate emo blogs and emo posts. I'd really like my blog to be funny and all light-hearted, but it's something I find harder to do some days these days. I don't like it, really.

Don't waste your youth growing up
-Anonymous

It's ridiculous, now I find myself agreeing vehemently with a quote (found in my GP notes. (Would really like to say it's some thousand year old life manual. But well, Fernando Torres was born in Malaysia.)) by his-whose-identity-has-yet-to-be-made-known. What's worse is, I'm growing up (or at least trying to).

Shit?

Last not the thing to do!

hmm yeah, edwin's tag just brought to mind, my mind (lol), the fact that cornroll's going to remain pretty much stagnant come 23 May onwards till maybe after the CTs, which comes to about a month. That's to say I wouldn't be distracted during CT prep, which is rather unlikely really.

Something's brewing - no longer. I don't know why I'm still acting on my known irrationality. I'd like to think it's within my nature. Meanwhile, it swells.


All the best to me for GP CT on wed, which I reckon I'd get a C/D for.



Oh no, it really is not kind of me to have such an ambiguous, inconclusive final (?) post before I'll be gone for a long, long time.


Life is Good... I guess.

Owen, Wilfred

I'm done with my essay on Wilfred's brilliance.

Relief for now, or till I get down to doing

1)Math,
2)PW
3) and GP CT prep.

as well as the less important things on the to-do

4) I hist Cuban Missile Crisis as turning point essay outline presentation
5) India trip presentation

come Friday, 23rd May I'll be whisked off to England via British Airways for Lit Trip,

and after I'm done angsting for two weeks angsting over my lack of prep for CTs (I'm sure I'll have a gre-ate time over there though),


there'll be a church mission trip at Tanjong Pinang a couple of days after I'm back on the 8 June,


then I'll come back probably pretty tired by the manual labour


on the 14th with a week to study for CTs


it'll be a week of CTs, will enjoy after that,


before getting down to PW stuffo.


there, I've got the next few months of my life panned and planned out, ironed out.


Nice.

For now, its Zenit - Rangers on Channel 27.

You think.

I'm nice until you know me.

I know, because I think I know me.

And I know, all that is is not what seems to be.

Look further, deeper, into me, and then you will see.

Some of my songs I hear,

and when I hear them, I am reminded of the things in the past with which the song was associated with. And they're not always good memories, and the happier memories aren't good too, they remind me of the sadder life I'm leading now. On to my Wilfred Owen essay then, chao.

These days, I astound

at the talent around me.

T.T

Bag. Dream. Dreambag.

Kidding LA.

Sometimes

I think my blog's real rad.

Those times, I think I'm right. The rest of the time, I'

m not finkin'.

today I,

finished my I hist term paper


more or less.

Man,

There's cause for concern when there're calls for concern.

Anyway, that was random, doesn't pertain to me haha. As of now at least. Well my concerns at the moment are just I hist term paper and GP CT. That's not an exhasutive list of course, there's stuff like lack of sleep too. A major, major concern manzzz. Been dozing off in school again, 11.30pm - 6.20am ain't enough hours for me.

And gosh, I'm beginning to find that GP really ain't my thang, my mind's totally not built for constructing infallible logical arguments. Got by in secondary school writing stories haha. My argumentative essays are like, crap.

Man,

1) Your nails get uglier as you grow older, and so do your elbows.
2) It's the time of the term again, term paper time. Not an easy international hist question I've got. Sianzz.
3) Still, my life is relatively good.
4) Events in Sichuan have been rather saddening.
5) Sometimes, I wonder.

map of tHe world map of tHe world, beautiful girl beautiful girl

liverpool are 2-0 up at wHite Hart lane, but so are tHe manure at tHe jjb.

sHitz!


so manure for tHe title, but torres>Horseface and liverpool's 18>manure's 17(?)

YNWA


and i'm just about resigned to tHe inactivity of maH brainzzz!

It's a struggle

Math, that is. What were you thinking?

And yeah, it seems really trivial in relation to what the Burmese in Southern Myanmar are going through right now. I'm rather fortunate to have been born in Singapore, and so are you! So, treasure it.



Life is good.

Real world, real headache

Real stupid of me to have slept at 2am.

Now, real dazed.

Good day

it was today. Day started off ever so brightly with a Math test which was more manageable than expected- I.e I could actually attempt 3/4 questions and they seemed more or less complete. Whether the answers were right or not... well, there's method marks aren't there!

Totally died during econs lecture (and I sat in the front row somemore!), got average marks for a Lit essay, sat through a Q&A session with the Attorney General, went for Bwinter Oglympics!

It was fun. I got to know a fair bit of people. Though the feeling of awkwardness kinda seeped in at times when I was around people I didn't know. But it's normal I guess, and I reckon I should feel right at home in the college by the end of the yearrrrrrrrrrr. hopefully earlier!

Ok it's late, I'm kinda lazy to blog, not really inspired too! I'll save this for another day, nitey nitez.

Spaced out

I'm tired, I'm losing focus. =O

Quando?

Oh, just when will things be back to when it was before?
Never!

the lapse

I'm being distracted.

DONE

I'm done with my SEA term paper, just finished the conclusion this bright Sunday morning.


Yay... for now. Today, I still have Math, GP Vocab Exercises and PW to do. But it's alright, nothing particularly horrid. The worst is over... for now.

it's 1.17 already.

Time slips by.


Tick-tick-tick.

It's a digital clock.

It's 1.19am. I guess I'd get going. Good night netizens.

No, I'm not emo-momo-ing,

I'm just slouched on the couch, and just am at it.

"Publish Post", "View Blog", "www.blogger.com", "New Post", "Publish Post".













NOT emo la!


just... lazy to bathe. lol.

it's currently

1 a.m.

1.07 a.m. , actually.



The good sleep I had today... is nullified.



Oh man.

fact is, you lack the tact

when sensitivity matters,



































it's a curse.

Just just now,

while I was walking past the pool with the empty deck-chairs at its side, I was wondering how wonderful it'd be to have someone to talk to through the night, under the stars. It surely is an innate, natural thing to yearn for the human connection, isn't it?

Bea-u-tiful.


But for now, I'm content with a simple life, without complications that well, complicate.

I travelled halfway round the island,

met up with an ass named Edwin, spent $20 on the return trip, got home at 12.10am...


and all I got was this photo.





As well as the chance to catch a pretty good Dancenight performance!
(And yeah, that's not Edwin Teng, it's Ngiam Xing Yi!)

If I were brave enough,

I'd be tearing my hair out by now. The most I'd go for now is probably tearing. (read, tier-ring.)Been working on my Southeast Asian History term paper today, through the day, up to now. It's pretty hellish, since the question is set such that I am writing two essays in one. And I'm doing it seriously, and I aim to get 17/25 for it. Ooooo my head's spinning.


Have Dancenight to look forward to later though, so it'll probably not be as bad a day as a bad day. For now, push on, push on.


You know its JC when 2,000 words seem insufficient and incomplete. Ooooo my head's swimming...

sigh

Life looks a whole lot bleaker now at half-time of the second leg of ze semi-final, with Liverpool's exit from the Champions' League imminent. Obviously there's very much a chance of Liverpool swinging the odds with ONE away goal now that we're only 1-0 down at the Bridge with their mass-manufactured Chelsea flags. But Liverpool have been absolute PANTS in the first half with only one half-chance from Torres (that he usually takes!) while Chelsea have been raining shots on the Liverpool end almost at will. Reina probably just had his busiest 45mins this season manzz, and Skrtel coming off injured doesn't help matters. The Drog has been absolutely rampant and a constant thorn whilst Torres has been pretty much ineffective and quiet. Unfortunately the only joy I have been able to derive so far has been from the honda advertisements.

Now where's that Bleeker kid I'd like to punch in the wiener!