looooooong day.

headaches seemed to be epidemic in nature. they were making the rounds of the fucking class. gave out 6 Panadol i think

get better ya'll. thats an order



yeah. the egotistical ang moh blah blah blah.


fuck all of u bitches.


:D actually im in a good mood. which is a rare thing these days


i really am! :)


fairly good start to the final term. for some of us it will quite possibly be the last term EVER in cj. yeah i noe: choy n touchwood n all that. but yeah the possibility of that eventuality coming to pass is quite high. for some at least. not necessarily ppl who have access to this blog though.


on the other hand apparently access to my blog is becoming disturbingly high. so then again, maybe ppl in this blog WILL. whatever.


which reminds me: i must change that addy.

maybe tomorrow.


--the amazing procrastinator strikes again!--



uh huh :)

well.
a number of things have clicked in my head. n one of them makes a disturbing amount of sense.

on the other hand, today did serve to show that everything isnt as dire/gloomy/depressing/sad/fucked-up as i had originally thought. maybe things'll all be fine.


the ironic part is that it's largely MY OWN MIND (which is, btw, the size of a planet - this's for those who recognise the phrase. leave a tag if u do) that causes all the problems.

i fucking failed chinese. 43.5 percent i think it was. bloody hell.


+i've realised that wat saddens me the most is that im really worried im going to (yeah "going to" instead of "gonna". im being serious) lose a friend, or at least lose a large measure of the closesness i, at least, thought we had. n that'd really really really (k i cant emphasise how much. but i'll just throw in a few more really's) really really suck.+


time will tell. but things bode well
as of now.


some of u may be scratching your heads over that one. oh well.



(oh well really means "do u really think i give a FUCK?!". i've just been brought up to be polite is all. but just so that u're not operating under any false illusions, here you go: DO YOU REALLY THINK I GIVE A FUCK?!)







(which, of course, brings me to my next point: DO YOU REALLY THINK I GAVE A FUCK about whether you were operating under any false illusions? HELL no! just gave me a chance to mouth off :) )


oh yeah. i got 35/50 from Fahy for that analysis of Iago's speech. now that is a KICK ASS mark in my book. hey the man's tough ok. he really is.


apparently. i havent handed in enough assignments to know :D

oh yeah. his daughter is supposed to be drop dead gorgeous. i was talking to exo abt her. n he said fuck la u dont have a chance. which, doubtless, is true, but i raised the point that women are said to fall in love with men who are like their father. so exo said, "oh so the man needs to be egotistical, ang moh and slightly racist la". which, many people would not hesistate to say, is quite a fitting description of me. go figure :)


in fact most would SCRATCH the "slightly" part. whatever :)



i need a song.....



ha HA i found it ya'll!!!

mar, its called:

LUMP
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh,
totally emotionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into lump's pajamas
she totally confused all the passing pihranas

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains
and the one she got was sorta rotten and insane
Small things so sad that birds could land
Is lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band?

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at sub-sonic speeds

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
----Presidents of the United States of America----


k so its one of the stupidest song titles EVER. but the song ITSELF is really nice. really old too - 1995. but nonetheless, good.

book to read: GRIDLOCK by Ben Elton. British author with wicked (in the literary, not nigger, sense of the word) humour. read this n i reckon you'll feel very different about handicapped people and cars (Clarification: cars = 1 subject. handicapped people = another UNRELATED (unrelated to CARS dickhead) subject. just so ya'll noe.) good read. he's got a new book out too. High Society. sounds funny as hell too.


and that is that.