Chem SPA... Hmm, not much to say about.
Seriously it's just do... do... do... calculate... press calculator... done.
20 minutes to spare.
What to do?
Sleep lor.
Like now.
Nothing to do liao.
What to do?
Sleep lor.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
I love da' new specs...
Yeps I got new sunglasses!
Hey it's mighty rich alright? Mr. Zaid's own rich collection.
And those are the leftovers. xD
Do I really look good in those sunglasses?
Maybe I should sell one, then keep the other one.
Natch both look too good to sell.
Besides it's free for me: I should keep it. It was a sincere gift. Wait, those are leftovers. xD
Hey it's mighty rich alright? Mr. Zaid's own rich collection.
And those are the leftovers. xD
Do I really look good in those sunglasses?
Maybe I should sell one, then keep the other one.
Natch both look too good to sell.
Besides it's free for me: I should keep it. It was a sincere gift. Wait, those are leftovers. xD
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
A Little Poem...
Shall not say much, tis' a love poem ;D
"In Vain, In Venice"
Eugene Koh
The heart pumps, in vain,
Taken for granted, yet it pumps,
Yet again.
The rivers, in Venice,
Flowing through, still and slow,
Silence in agony.
Love, a word taken too soft,
Murmured in vain, whispered in Venice,
The lies flow on.
My love, in vain, in Venice.
"In Vain, In Venice"
Eugene Koh
The heart pumps, in vain,
Taken for granted, yet it pumps,
Yet again.
The rivers, in Venice,
Flowing through, still and slow,
Silence in agony.
Love, a word taken too soft,
Murmured in vain, whispered in Venice,
The lies flow on.
My love, in vain, in Venice.
Saturday, 12 September 2009
When you realised it, it is too late...
EDS... That has always been the focus of my Secondary school life. Up till now. It has never slipped off my mind for a moment during the past few years I'm in Chung Cheng. Now I am the Assistant Boss of EDS... And now there is trouble.
Me and Aria just can't seem to go along well with Joey. But Joey is the Boss. And we both cannot deny it. Me and Aria can do great stuff together but... If we leave Joey out of the picture then EDS would be at a loss: We wouldn't be the CCA we were. If we leave Aria out of the picture Joey and I cannot work well and vice versa. It is a big problem.
Roi told me today. I need to bond the Exco. But how? I have given a deadline, October 15th. Even with that long date I don't think I can do it. Joey hates me and Aria now... Aria and I hates Joey... This has to stop before it is too late.
I talked with Ser Jean today. The Sec 1's who just joined EDS feels that it is fun, bonded, not like their own CCA's. We cannot lose that. We cannot lose that. We cannot lost that. WE CANNOT LOSE THAT!!!
I need cooperation. This is my first hurdle. I respect Roi more than I ever respected anyone. Unjust councillor system... He would have made Chung Cheng pround, and I think he has.
Long Live EDS.
Me and Aria just can't seem to go along well with Joey. But Joey is the Boss. And we both cannot deny it. Me and Aria can do great stuff together but... If we leave Joey out of the picture then EDS would be at a loss: We wouldn't be the CCA we were. If we leave Aria out of the picture Joey and I cannot work well and vice versa. It is a big problem.
Roi told me today. I need to bond the Exco. But how? I have given a deadline, October 15th. Even with that long date I don't think I can do it. Joey hates me and Aria now... Aria and I hates Joey... This has to stop before it is too late.
I talked with Ser Jean today. The Sec 1's who just joined EDS feels that it is fun, bonded, not like their own CCA's. We cannot lose that. We cannot lose that. We cannot lost that. WE CANNOT LOSE THAT!!!
I need cooperation. This is my first hurdle. I respect Roi more than I ever respected anyone. Unjust councillor system... He would have made Chung Cheng pround, and I think he has.
Long Live EDS.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
I feel like screaming...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is not helping me but hell it feels okay. My mother got the laptop and now I can't play my computer games I'm hell bored and I'm really gonna shoot myself if I had a gun help help help this really sucks now I think I'm really stressed up I need an outlet I can't just shout like that My mind is blank gosh i hate this argh argh argh I hate councillors and their bloody rot they just suck up to chia bomber to hell with him anyway heck all people go to hell it's whether its good hell or the bad hell wait there isn't a fucking difference right fuck I hate this ARARRAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHh
HELP FUCK HELP FUCK AAAAAAAAAARGH
This is not helping me but hell it feels okay. My mother got the laptop and now I can't play my computer games I'm hell bored and I'm really gonna shoot myself if I had a gun help help help this really sucks now I think I'm really stressed up I need an outlet I can't just shout like that My mind is blank gosh i hate this argh argh argh I hate councillors and their bloody rot they just suck up to chia bomber to hell with him anyway heck all people go to hell it's whether its good hell or the bad hell wait there isn't a fucking difference right fuck I hate this ARARRAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHh
HELP FUCK HELP FUCK AAAAAAAAAARGH
Buay tahan...
I know, this is like the second time today. But really, if one don't have an outlet for stress, then how to survive?
My goodness this monologue is really maddening me. Looking at 31 prospective chat partners on facebook and even more on MSN, I can't find someone to really talk with. I am really going insane. I'm really typing out rubbish here, it just comes off my head. I'm not even thinking about what I'm going to write. I hate christianity. Really they really suck. It's just plain Hitler buttered-up.
I don't know but religion and relationships irks me nowadays. Two things I can never accept, while I can never avoid. My fingers are hurting.
Here's a joke: I dreamt of working in a bakery last night with Mr. Teo. Oh my goodness was I tempted to run away. Then I saw her. Then I started running. Then every step became like... I think I said it in the previous post. I hate it. I like the dream but I don't like the message it's getting to me. There's one time I dreamt of a tsunami and I was in the wave. I keep going up for air but the wave just keep going up and up. I feel breathless. I woke up. I was really suffocating myself. How dumb can that be.
Argh my mother is gonna play that bloody christian internet radio. All about improving one's lives. Blind, blind, blind. Can't they see that it is a selfish religion with a selfish god? Can't they see that? Can't they help those around them? What fuckers these fools be!
My fingers are tired. I hate this. Fuck my mother is commenting on the news again. I don't like this. This is okay but it's getting unbearable. Everyday is the same stuff: Making a fool of myself, doing well in class to scrape through, acting as though everything is fine, being a mentor to a lot of people. This sucks, really sucks. No one actually appreaciates. But who ever does? Man, I'm really crapping shit down here. i should really study social studies. man it's getting stupid. yea i'm losing my punctuations. okay its getting worse worse worse and worse i think this is not going good oh geez york hao just signed in md ppl suck they suck big time they think theyre so great to burning hell each and every one of them wait i don't believe in hell fuck i dnot care shut up i'm sleeping
My goodness this monologue is really maddening me. Looking at 31 prospective chat partners on facebook and even more on MSN, I can't find someone to really talk with. I am really going insane. I'm really typing out rubbish here, it just comes off my head. I'm not even thinking about what I'm going to write. I hate christianity. Really they really suck. It's just plain Hitler buttered-up.
I don't know but religion and relationships irks me nowadays. Two things I can never accept, while I can never avoid. My fingers are hurting.
Here's a joke: I dreamt of working in a bakery last night with Mr. Teo. Oh my goodness was I tempted to run away. Then I saw her. Then I started running. Then every step became like... I think I said it in the previous post. I hate it. I like the dream but I don't like the message it's getting to me. There's one time I dreamt of a tsunami and I was in the wave. I keep going up for air but the wave just keep going up and up. I feel breathless. I woke up. I was really suffocating myself. How dumb can that be.
Argh my mother is gonna play that bloody christian internet radio. All about improving one's lives. Blind, blind, blind. Can't they see that it is a selfish religion with a selfish god? Can't they see that? Can't they help those around them? What fuckers these fools be!
My fingers are tired. I hate this. Fuck my mother is commenting on the news again. I don't like this. This is okay but it's getting unbearable. Everyday is the same stuff: Making a fool of myself, doing well in class to scrape through, acting as though everything is fine, being a mentor to a lot of people. This sucks, really sucks. No one actually appreaciates. But who ever does? Man, I'm really crapping shit down here. i should really study social studies. man it's getting stupid. yea i'm losing my punctuations. okay its getting worse worse worse and worse i think this is not going good oh geez york hao just signed in md ppl suck they suck big time they think theyre so great to burning hell each and every one of them wait i don't believe in hell fuck i dnot care shut up i'm sleeping
My inner feelings...
Yes I know it is a little late for this post but well when you have a life like mine there are things you wouldn't care about...
I hate it. I hate coming back home. It is like coming back to a room full of toturous sounds. Internet sermons, worship songs and the like... It is irritating me. Big big time. It is irritating me. Big big BIIIIG time. Gosh I feel like screaming. I hate this. I want to know "why". But I know if I search for "why" I will lose the "how". And the "how" is more important.
I cannot stop. I cannot stop. I want to escape. I want to escape. Bring me out of this torture chamber. There are people who cares about where they go when they die and care a shit about children who die in Africa. There are people who advocate organic farming and not care whether the food production figures will be hurt when it is even not enough. CRAP THE SONG IS GETTING LOUDER I HATE THIS.
FUCK WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO ORDER ME ABOUT!!! Confound your religious shit go to your own hell I hate you when you getting all so high and mighty. A pack of stupid stupid stupid lies...
I like you but I cannot say it. I cannot proclaim it. A clandestine love... Why why why? How how how? I'm tortured I'm tortured I'm on the brink of insanity. I see you walk past in my dreams and I run... But CONFOUND MY LEGS THEIR WEIGHT ARE LIKE GOLD!!! Every step is painful, painful, painful.
I'm sitting here looking at the screen furiously typing on the keyboard. I hope my mother thinks I'm playing typing maniac. It's good I can type fast. I can't hate myself. There are those worse than me...
I hate it. I hate coming back home. It is like coming back to a room full of toturous sounds. Internet sermons, worship songs and the like... It is irritating me. Big big time. It is irritating me. Big big BIIIIG time. Gosh I feel like screaming. I hate this. I want to know "why". But I know if I search for "why" I will lose the "how". And the "how" is more important.
I cannot stop. I cannot stop. I want to escape. I want to escape. Bring me out of this torture chamber. There are people who cares about where they go when they die and care a shit about children who die in Africa. There are people who advocate organic farming and not care whether the food production figures will be hurt when it is even not enough. CRAP THE SONG IS GETTING LOUDER I HATE THIS.
FUCK WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO ORDER ME ABOUT!!! Confound your religious shit go to your own hell I hate you when you getting all so high and mighty. A pack of stupid stupid stupid lies...
I like you but I cannot say it. I cannot proclaim it. A clandestine love... Why why why? How how how? I'm tortured I'm tortured I'm on the brink of insanity. I see you walk past in my dreams and I run... But CONFOUND MY LEGS THEIR WEIGHT ARE LIKE GOLD!!! Every step is painful, painful, painful.
I'm sitting here looking at the screen furiously typing on the keyboard. I hope my mother thinks I'm playing typing maniac. It's good I can type fast. I can't hate myself. There are those worse than me...
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