random thoughts of the day,

i wonder how many users, especially in singapore, actually utilise more than a quarter of the preset words in their t9 dictionary. what with all the "alwaizzzzz" and "hahaz" and "frens" and all...*twitch*

the reason why kids are so confident is because they havent seen the real world yet. to them everything's possible because they haven't experienced failure, and they just dont know how hard things can get. the trick is to get them to keep the innocence without knowing it, and then you get your entrepreneur. or boss. or successful artist. or whatever.

man am i STUFFED. i think i should stop eating so much. like at buffets. at ponderosa. wow.

well, vcs turned out fine :D congrats to the team ending a 5 year title drought. the guys were over the moon...especially our resident german. and mr ngoei was so happy he gave us a treat ^^. so now i'm stuffed. ugh.

and yay for longdistance calls woohoo!! if you guys wanna get something to jinin send it to me quick quick by next week.

i seem to be very...succint. heck.

and raising victor vargas is a very nice show

wargh. so lets see. results. well...if you really want to know, ask me. i dont really feel like posting it up here because i think it'd probably be damn inappropriate. so now the question that has been kicking its heels at the back of my mind comes into focus - where next? this chapter's closed, finished, kaput. wahey, but no time to stay, the train's moving on, time waits for no man etc etc. and there really is no interim time...decisions should be like lightning, and like lightning they dont strike twice (supposedly) and they're bloody dangerous if you happen to be unlucky. TELL ME. someone PLEASE dictate my life for once. i'm sick of being my own scapegoat, and i know how bloody hypocritical it is to be asking someone else to be my scapegoat, but dammit...though in the end, i'll probably still blame myself.

please, tell me what your school is like.

hidden headaches, comfortable sciences/silences and glucose-ridden kids.

well i guess i should post about funorama. but seriously, what's there to say? it was fun, i met up with lots of people, i found out i suck at soccer (big surprise there), i got another bear (and ANOTHER one today so i think i can finally shut my brothers cries for a bear up). the games stall wasn't too great, but it was a slow turnover rate. and it was relatively fun :D slacking with hong and gang rules too. and i wouldnt be surprised if i contracted diabetes on that day. ate a LOT of sugar. i [heart] haagen daaz's cinnamon caramel! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

staying back when everyone goes off for an early day of fun is kinda demoralizing, really. training is TIRING. both debates and cross. but cross was relatively slack. but i got home STONED. as in, poleaxed-stoned.

waaaaaaaa. tired.

i love this. it rules. the art is great, the storyline amazing, the descriptions fantastic.

standing in a lava waste
a salt and empty earth.
dream a release from pain and barren land
your opiate to the world around you
put your trust not in princes, but in paupers,
trust,
the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep.

valentines day is a big thing in acjc. the night before, balloons are hung up in the lobby and around the school, dedications are played in the void deck, flowers are sold at obscene prices (and worse, people are actually paying for them and everyone is laden with flowers, chocolates, munchies and random objects of affection. unremarkably, my class was pretty apathetic towards valentines day, with pretty much the only indication that it was a special occasion being when the thoughtful girls of the class gave people flowers, notes, chocolates etc (hooray for white chocolate covered strawberries ^^) and when celene's boyfriend trotted in to give her a balloon heart and flower, earning cheers from the amused crowd.

i wonder, though, is vday as big a thing is other jcs? like, say, rj? or hc? or nj? here it's practically a school holiday, because for one i doubt anyone gets anything done. simply too many distractions. there's only so much you can do when a purple balloon is bobbing just behind you and balloon flowers are strewn around the place and people are trying to imitate micky mouse with the aid of helium.

still, it is fun. for the doubles, it's vday. nuff said.for the singles, you get to watch the goings-on and laugh at the antics. that is, unless you're one of those who suffer from brokenheartitis, or lonlinessism. in which case, there's really nothing much you CAN do except get really drunk and wake up feeling like you oughta have felt when you started.

but there's nothing to mark him as the devil's own.

chubby bunny should not be played with: a) soup, b) papayas, and c) dried apricots, the latter because it's just pointless. even with a pointless game. but chubby bunny with marshmellows, ah, now, that's something. *grin* very funny photos. someone can stuff 9, crazy boy. and if you're squeamish, dont do it. you get powdered sugar all over. liquid powdered sugar, if you get what i mean.

uggy unny.

as you can tell from the frequency of the posts, i currently find myself suffering from einstienitis, where the theory of relativity is negatively applied relatively here and time drags out like too much treacle. moms and dads happy upstairs, my brother's sleeping, my other brother's probably in prep and my other brother is playing sim farm, of all things. yet again, another boring rant on the state of my unused brain. i suppose it's a good thing others have not found my blog, really. though even if they do, there's nothing to see. i should probably post on how acjc is like, but everyone's kinda said everything, like how it's "cool" and "fun" and "exciting" and whatever else, which kind of leaves nothing else for me to say. debate is cool, love the people, x-ctry is great, and the people are great too (plus i'm getting fitter as in i could run my x-ctry without choking too badly), but heck you have to choose one or the other. i hate responsibility. mr ang is kind enough to let me come only once a week, but really i dont see how i'm gonna take him up on that. probably am. have this fascination for running 20 rounds. must keep fit.

feeling very keenly absence. one is a person, other is an idea. the person you all know. communicating by email and tagboards and stuff just isnt the same as ringing up and yelling "shnoo!". damn long distance calls. being in ac (or more specificaly co-ed) tends to screw up my system. half the time i feel i should belong to the guys, but obviously i can't really fit in. and i like my class, but really, i can't talk about clothes, shopping for me you know consists of 5 minutes in a good shirt shop or 2 hours in a com shop with demos and free plays unless parents are around, and guys..well..dammit they're good hot water bottles for lts and things, and i can guy spot if i really have to, but heck when you start sitting around in circles admitting to crushes, i'm getting the hell outta there. guess i haven't changed much. but hell, like everyone else i miss 4/12. plus it's hard to adjust when you're used to hanging off people's necks, giving spontaneous hugs and stuff you know i do. i keep having to rein myself in because reputation, apparently, is everything and even if i dont care squat, i still have to worry about others. for one, guys i think dont like the idea of girls suddenly grabbing their forearms with cold fingers. screws the reputation. yes, i know j's done it before (though i doubt to guys), but the lts are freezing and it's works, unless there's necks around, which is better. i'm starting to feel like a victim in the german experiments where they take babies away from their moms and the babies go all suicidal on them. and it even isn't a month yet. and people seem to drop out of my life left right and centre. and i keep meeting others who remind me of them. life be damn easy yay. hooray for mild selfish depression. pdas be banned.

my gods i'm so tired and yet i can't get off the com. i'm not even doing work. i'm not even doing research. i'm not even PRETENDING to do work. i think i'm addicted. hooray for computing. i think i've got chem.

squeeble.

i wub hamsters.