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Busy.
I'm busy, and yet I can't resist typing some rubbish here. =) I have to compose an entire compo on the American Civil war, which is supposed to be fictional. God bless me. I am going to be so decomposed. I didn't know that the research on the Civil War consisted on thousands and thousands of maps, treaties, whatevers. I totally regret. I hope Ms. Ng doesn't deduct marks for excessive errors for the historical context. x((( Because I have given up on researching. Now I know why some American teens totally cannot do history, I totally cannot do it. I get totally confused.
And really, you won't understand how relieved I will be when the teacher's day celebrations are over. Like over. And the Athens2004 closing ceremony is AWESOME. I LOVE FIREWORKS. THE FIREWORKS ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF MY TOES. It is so majestic. The grandeur, the beauty, the perfection, the wonder. Thanks to God for fireworks!. I bet Michael Phelps must be enjoying all these, even though it's scathingly hot there. And the mysterious guitarist for Anna Vissi singing to so handsome, he looks like a Greek god. Seriously. You people don't know what you missed out on, although the entire ceremony was THREE hours. Michalis Hadjiyannis, I think his name is. Too bad he sings in Greek lols.
Sadness washes over me.
Like an avalanche doth it eat me up in its merciless grasp. Guess why I'm so sad? The olympics are going to be over. I'll never ever see Michael Phelps 'live' again until another four more loong years. No more fun sports to watch. No more volleyball with Papi, Pippi, Giani, and many more Italians, Giba, the Russian guy with the unnerving eyes...watching volleyball rocks. Watching rhythmic gym also rocks. Why must all these END? I mean, isn't that the world's greatest catastrophe? Sob. Hiccup. Sob. But that's alright. Because there'll be the 2006 Winter Olympics. Then I can see Germany shine. Yay! *Maybe Michael Phelps can be a skiier in two years' time? Swimming is interlocked with skiing, from a report I read. So everyone, cross your fingers and hope the hunk will be in the winter olympics.
*Jeremy's Samsung phone is so weird? Like I IR'ed my entire business card in my phonebook to his phone [complete with the HRH Melissa thing] and he received everything but the number. Soo cute. [Rolls eyes] But pretty funny, if you ask me.
My new ambition.
The German Politician at large. The abstract writer at large. Everyone applaud her. x))) I'm through with guys,
I think that is such a riot. Scientists say 1 out of every 4 people is crazy, check 3 friends .... if they're okay, you're it. Am I it? =) Who do you run to if the only person who can stop your tears
Tired.
I officially am dead beat. Today's cross country was just as country-ey as ever. And I think that Charissa is the best can? x) Aiyaya. Why am I so impulsive? I give out threats so freely, it's like the rain falling from the sky. And I'll do things that I'm sure I'll console myself to be the right thing after I actually carry it out. I have no guts to carry something out after careful thinking, so I do it first. I suppose that's my tactic. I think that is so stupid. Stupid people do stupid things. Crazy people do mad things. Sane people do crazy things to keep them sane. I love stars. I think I'm going to be an astrologer when I grow up. Yeahyeah, I might go around announcing that I'll be a German politician tomorrow, but today is today. Today won't be tomorrow. And I am so crappy today. And yet, I cannot say 'rubbish' or else it'll bear some resemblance to Rachel or Annabel, of which I'm not honoured to be similar to them in any way. =) From the bottom of my heart do I declare that. Because as I have learnt: Whatever is in you, flows out from you. I snagged it off one of the testimonials of Annabel's. Bye people.
Negativities.
Sometimes you feel bad when you've done something bad to someone. Yes, I do feel it sometimes. But this time, I really feel that everything's just meant to be as it is and I'm going to leave it as it is because everytime when we talk to each other, we quarrel. It's stupid to talk to someone whom you can't click with, and after having so many chances, you still cannot ever ever click. It's the fault of both people. And I think it's just better to just stay away before something catches fire. I am so glad that we aren't talking anymore. I feel kinda like I've been dragged on the ground with my hands attached to the end of a moving object. I'm just so tired. I want to go to the Bavaria and live there forever in solitarity! Where the most famed fairy tale road is. I just want to cycle the road everyday without a complete care in the world. To look at the mountains in all its majesty, the silvery clouds floating blissfully above you, the flowers swaying softly in the wind, the green of the forest in sync with the sky, the sun beaming all its warmth down on us, the birds singing their song, the stars shining with all its luminosity, like they're all moving together with the grand orchestra of nature. To feel the love that God has for us, with all the nature that he has created. The cold spring morning, the warm summer sunshine, the bite of the autumn wind, the cold of winter enveloping you in a hug. Just to feel all these...it'll be the ultimate. I absolutely cannot stand poser guys who gets totally galled when someone just ignores them. It's like they expect the entire world to notice them and then to look up to them. Dream on, dude. You are so egoistic people would notice you for the wrong reasons. I mean, it's not like you're Brad Pitt or some good-looking dude like Michael Phelps, so please, just mellow down and act like a normal human being, because you're not from Hollywood [not that all Hollywood people deserve a once-over] or because you're some great athlete. Because you are not. I'm going to eat Swensen's Ice Cream tomorrow again. HAHA. There's cross country tomorrow. I am going to totally conk out. These few days have been a complete frenzy, and frenzied will they ever be. I don't want to run to you, just to be with you.
Pictures, and more pictures.
Eating and eating. Binggggeee
Love is the thing some people abhor most, and yet it's the thing that they yearn for the most. I went to Swensen's yesterday, and forgive me for eating so much, ordered four bowls of the topless5 ice cream, but mind you, I didn't eat all of them. I will, anyway, grrow so fat. Saturday's food affair is already so filling. Therefore, I shall go on a diet. =) World views, world views. What will man do without world views? I'm still wondering. I have hereby decided that it sometimes doesn't pay being a tad bit nice. It's absurdity in its own right. No, I think it's already out of its rights. Just when I thought that everything would've been normal. It didn't turn out that way. To my post-favourite hunk: I regret knowing you. x( Headache. Thanks to the hunk up there.
*This Phelps. Ohmydarling Phelps. Gave his positiong to Ian Crocker ta prove himself for the 4x100m medley. I think Ian Crocker performed at his best during his butterfly stint. He was good. And the press kept on filming MIchael Phelps. And then this super act-cute Manel tried to bluff Annabel that she knew what Michael Phelp's number was because it was flashed on the telly screen. I think she got taken in. Well, I think maybe Manel should go into the line of acting. Maybe couple it up with kayu thing eh? God bless ya'lls and byes!
Olympics. =)
Recently, people have been railing on about how Singaporeans fake their slangs to sounds more American. I guess sometimes I'm guilty of it. But I don't imitate the American accent. I prefer articulate stuff =). Honestly, I think that slang thing is a little too much? Sometimes the American slang is a tad bit unclear and such. But I think people should just let people be. I did a lot of impulsive things. Firstly, regarding my handphone's phonebook: I deleted some numbers that I know, or have never taken the effort to remember. Well, if I don't send some people a usual SMS, you know you're it. Jacques Freitag rocks. Ya'll should check out the RSA guys sometime. So many of them are blond. Not that I totally like blonds. But anyway, I also think that Svetlana Khorkina is still a talent that should be reckoned for years down the road. She really is good, except for when she posed for playboy x(. Yes, Michael Phelp's campaign for hte gold medals is officially over. It's been fun watching him. In fact, I loved it. Next week is going to be another maelstrom in which I'm going to be sucked under and drrrrown. Nah, I'll stand tall [kinda difficult for me, literally], and stand strong. Tests, tests and more chinese spellings. My Wang Mama had no visible reaction to my English-dominated and chinese-pulverised tingxie. What a complete bummer. I have this wicked wish that she'd spontaneously combust, but no, she just returned the paper, as normal. I wonder what the true meaning of life is. Take for example, people who live on the kind of 'kampung on water'. Is there any meaning in their life? Perhaps they like the stability. I don't know, but then their meaning of life would be just catching fish, and living their days by? Call me ignorants, but won't that be boring? Now, I have vowed to be nicer to certain people. I shall conclude what I classify as their idiosyncrasies as part of their character which will be difficult to not part of them. Until maybe someone knocks it out of them, or a circumstance blows it out of their person. So I'll be less suspicious of people who hang sign boards on their foreheads reading 'I deserve to be untrusted'. And more importantly, stop thinking of the worst of what would promise to be an embarrassing situation, and just live and let live. I think it's easier and better that way. Thanks to God for:
This template is already becoming an eyesore to me. I'll never get contented, I suppose. But I do know that I prefer black templates.
How exciting.
I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood:
Hello. Went to Lawry's today for the hi-tea. HAHA. So fun okay. I went to try every type of tea that they had there. Tried the Peppermint, The Forest Fruit, the Camomile, Earl Grey, Lemon. I hereby announce that I am currently addicted to tea. And then they had Mövenpick ice cream. Also, they had turkey dipped in blueberry cream sauce, German Potato Salad, and many other things. I am still so stuffed. And I got two free passes to watch 'The Stepford Wives'. Kinda want to watch the old one instead. But whatever. I remember there was this day I was in Marine Parade Library, and this weird guy approached me and then started advertising his company's scent, called 'CKone'. Right in the middle of the ground floor of the library did he do that. Then he said one sentence which caused me to raise my voice: "We are having this campaign about How smoking is good for your health. It increases your energy...yadadadada." RUBBISH. After that he saw the librarian and practically fled away from the scene. That guy is so thick-skinned. Bye people. I again forgot what I wanted to say here. It's such a bother, when you have a short memory. Read somewhere some time ago that Microsoft is inventing this videocam that can shoot long hours and can be attached like a lapel to someone's attire. It's for people with Alzheimer's and short-term memory people. But it occurred to me that this video recorder cannot record the thoughts of one, and thus, it would be very useless for me. Totally. Sheesh. Just when I thought there was a memory salvation for me.
Breakaway.
Hi people. Gonna change my template soon. Sick of this. Breakaway Grew up in a small town
Trying hard to reach out
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Want to feel the warm breeze
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Buildings with a hundred floors
Phelps.
Flooding this whole entry with pictures from the swimming events. Badminton
Obviously.
In case you get the wrong idea. I like the tune of this song. As for the lyrics, you can change everything that refers to 'she' or 'her' to 'he' or 'him', and it won't apply to me. Because I'm flying solo. Obviously. Recently I've been
Stars. I love stars.
There will be stars over the place forever;
—Sara Teasdale
ONe minute update.
Michael Phelps won two gold medals yesterday, one along with his team and the other by himself. YAYNESS. Oh you non-lover of sports-watching, you don't know what you're missing out on. Yep, so today we went to the Singapore Press Holdings' [SPH] HQ, and then we saw Kimmy Neutron's twin brother!!! My goodness it was superr funny, the way things went. So I kinda spotted his photocopylookalike first, then I pointed him out to Charissa, then I said, "one Kimmy Neutron is enough, two is a catastrophe", or the likes of it. And then about a century later, a classmate excitedly commented, "Ohmy ohmy! There's another one!", referring to the twin brother, then the other classmate said, "Yeah, yeah!" and they went all crazy. The whole exchange was in chinese. I don't think you can see the humor here, but ANYWAY>>> ALright, gotta go and do four weeks late newspaper cutting for chinese. What a bummer.
Sheeeesh.
Baby went off-step this morning and got third for the freestyle 100m finals. I guess I'm just intoxicated with the guy. =) And so, there goes his 7-8 medals. There's only 6 for him to go for now. He looked like he was close to being sick. Call me overly preceptive or what, but really! Haha, my heart is with him. BUt he's still young, and so he has so many years ahead of him before he grows too old. He's only 18, FYI. Also, I don't know whether it was meant to be, but camera managed to make him look weird. Phelp's ears stuck out in such a obvious way! I suppose he really has sticking out ears, because Thorpe still looks normal in his strange way. His neck was also thicker than his head! Ahhaha. Just an observation, but he was still cute, anyway. PE rocked. What a whirlwind of events in everyone's life. And no matter how much one moans about how boring their life is, it can appear as phenomenal to another. But still, it just occured to me how busy others' lives are, and even though it may not appear so, it still is. And one can't just expect anyone to make time for you. Which goes to show, that we can't depend on others? This is so contradictory. I think my brain ain't functioning well, with a strange new AMaths teacher who, honestly, can't really teach, and I'm so confused now about the last part of the R&F Theorem. I mean, you mean that's a theorem? [Shakes head in wonder] What call you theorem when all it hast is nothing but a calculation? I still don't understand the meaning of the title of the topic, will the teacher care to explain? I think it'll just confuse the teacher more. Well. This is an english question, only that you have to explain it mathematically because...whateverr* I shan't be nasty. But I get kinda nasty when I ask people questions. An entire volley of questions will I fire at the poor soul. Feeling kinda mixed, like a rojak. So I can't define what I want to say now. Feeling kinda mawkish and bombastic, if you ask me. Cheerios.
Sadness engulfs me.
Henri Cartier Bresson died. And yes, I cried for him. He died at the age of 95 some weeks ago, if I'm not wrong. Newsweek wrote an eulogy for him, so I knew. Was he ever a great photographer! And yet, did he retire from photography in his last days. Sigh. Ya'll should read. And I love Michael Phelps. Does anyone not know that? But anyway, he totally rocks! Ahahaha. I can't define my love for him in words. I'm too etherised with all the infatuations of my clouded mind. Wrote lots of poetry things that don't make even an iota of sense. Ya'll should really watch the finals at 12.30 am, 17th August! There's Michael Phelps, Hoogenband [?] and Ian Thorpe. The Netherlands, USA and Australia. A whole troupe of great swimmers. [Swooooons] Cheerios. I'm currently addicted to honey combs. I can't stop eating that thang. It's too addictive.
I love thiss =)
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
Athens. The beginning.
=)
I feel kinda speechless today. Oh, and anyway, went to Bugis junction, and walked around the entire place a gazillion times but found not even a hint of a hairband that we wanted. This is outrageous. Outright, forthrightly, amazingly and stupendously outrageous, and also strange. I wanted to eat the Swensen's Five by Top (?) icecream but it was wayy over 5pm already. But I am undaunted. I shall eat it another day! And so when we were there [we meaning Annabel Charissa and me], we met Sarah, Huiyi, Charmain, Ziyan...yeah. It was a gathering right in the middle of the passageway. Somewhat like homecoming. Not. Forgot what I wanted to say. Seems like whenever I have lots to say about something I forget about it when I'm blogging. Sheesh. What a complete bummer. My brain is kaput. And yes, kaput is english. I thought it was Malay, but no. Its origin is French. So strange. And the etymology of the four letter word: is it German or Dutch? It's Dutch right? It can't be German!!! Oh yes. Today had a talk during assembly about Resilience. And yes, it was kinda boring. But I managed not to sleep! Yes! Congratulate me. Whateverr* Tired out. Drained out. My mind is in a complete mess. And entire tangle of nerves. Been thinking about it the whole day. And I haven't come to a conclusion yet. I AM SO CONFUSED. Thanks for the confusion, dude.
Singapore Idol.
Laugh at their talentless performances, but they could be what future Singapore generations will be like
I WONDER if the idea to screen the debut of Singapore Idol right after the National Day Parade on Monday night was intentional - not so much because they could piggyback on the huge audience watching the parade on TV, but because they knew all the ministers and MPs wouldn't get home in time to watch it. Imagine - after watching a rousing tribute to the country's major achievements over 39 years, they turn on the TV to watch a guy singing Lemon Tree like a squashed insect which thinks flailing its limbs will keep it from dying. Naturally, my instinctive reaction to the Lemon Tree Guy was one of morbid fascination that one so untalented should seek his 15 minutes of fame by intentionally being bad aka William Hung. But that was before I realised something almost scary. I was not watching a bunch of talentless morons who grew up with very diplomatic, supportive and equally deluded friends and relatives who did not stop them from signing up for Idol - I was watching a new breed of Singaporeans who are going to dictate the future of this country. This breed of Singaporeans is very different from the kind who existed when I was growing up. Back then, we were afraid of failure, and of making fools of ourselves. We clapped politely at rock concerts and if we thought we were talented, we joined Talentime - a structured competition in which the judges were never seen and, therefore, could not insult us. We did not join thousands of people sprawled across a great hall waiting overnight for a chance to audition. And there was no Gurmit Singh, the well-meaning host who tried to rally contestants' spirits, but looked more like an army doctor tending to the war wounded. No, these Singaporeans know exactly what they want and they aim to get it, talent or not. We may have laughed at them, but look a little closer and you'll discern a distinct pattern of entrepreneurial behaviour that, gulp, might be just what our government meant when it said Singaporeans needed to more creative, more entrepreneurial and less risk-averse. But maybe they didn't expect to see such qualities in an Idol wannabe. Check these out: Lemon Tree Guy - Freely admitting he wants to be the next William Hung, this guy has all the makings of a master franchiser. He sees a concept that works overseas, and he exports it here. He doesn't have an original idea but why experiment when there are so many proven products out there? He may not be the next George Quek of BreadTalk, but he's the kind who will start a whole chain of copycat bun shops. Shanghai Opera Boy - He's the classically trained singer who tried to turn the Beatles' Yesterday into an aria and failed to impress the judges. With his persistent arguing and repeated rantings of I'm-good-I'm-trained-I'll-be-Number-One until a security guard shooed him out, Shanghai boy epitomises the entrepreneur who never says die. He's the kind of guy who will try one thing after another, consistent in his belief that he is right, and the market is wrong. Of course, given those killer glares he levelled at the judges, he could also join the triads and be a gangland chief. Careless Whisperer - He sang Careless Whisper in an inaudible whisper and got agitated when the judges couldn't give him any comments about his singing because, well, they couldn't even hear him. This guy will be great at running an MNC. He doesn't do anything without getting feedback first. Alternatively, he could be a poster boy for silent airconditioners. Slacker Boy - The one who only rehearsed the day before, saying he didn't want to set himself up for disappointment if he didn't make it. Definitely a get-rich-quick opportunist who believes in biggest gain for the least effort. Yes, like everybody else, I laughed at this motley bunch of people who dared to dream - loudly, ferociously and annoyingly. And then I became afraid. Very afraid. Got this from: here Cheerios peeps!
Ha-Ha.
Yaya. I'm too bored. Nothing to blog. And I don't know how to change the size of the thing? And even if I change, the thing'll be too small to see. Bleah.
Accidentally in Love.
Accidentally in Love. So she said what's the problem baby
Come on, come on
So I said I'm a snowball running
Well baby I surrender
These lines of lightning
Come on, Come on
Come on, come on
We're accidentally in love
Accidentally
I'm In Love, I'm in Love,
Come on, come on
Love ...I'm in love
Heehee. Review.
Suddenly felt this inclination to write about stuff that I had remembered that struck Singapore. And I admit that I'm a little ignorant of many other things. This sorta came right after National Day thing and feeling sort of sad because PMGoh is resigning and some strange [-----] is going to take over. Nope. Inclination gone. Inspiration gone. But anyway, do ya'll remember the Flight006 [sth like that] crash in Taiwan? Haha I was in that flight the week before it crashed, I think. Thank God. And I like watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It's getting a wee bit tragic. I can't hardly wait. I also can't wait for the olympics, especially the opening ceremony. Saturday, 1.45am, people. Go and watch. That kind of thing makes me cry sometimes. It's touching in a twisted way. Events that I can't wait for:
This is promising to be a long entry. Okay, so this blogger concept may appear as a crazy and senseless notion to some others. But to me, I kinda like it. And I don't list out my daily timetable because I think it's rather boring [no offense, really] sometimes, and the quiddity of life are the little things. Getting this down when watching the telly. Haha, I just saw Ronaldo's face on the telly, although it looks a little warped, it'll be cute to an eternity. That is, until I lose interest in the guy. Lovely, lovely, lovely. Ya'll should watch My Fair Lady sometime. It's amazingly sassy. On a parting note: I think I have selective hearing. I can only hear some words that people say at the same pitch, same tone, same volume, and yet I can only hear a few words. That to me, is partial deafness. That to me, is strange. I think that's enough for today, although I still have issues that I want to discuss. Maybe sometime later. Tatas and God bless ya'll.
Sunshine.
I want sunshine. Lots of 'em. I want them in the bulk. I want them in streams. I want them in little stars. I want all of them. You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you. So please don't take my sunshine away.
Kinda feel sunny today. And answered. Sorta badgered lotsa people with questions that they cannot answer. Sorry for that. It's really difficult. It takes a lifetime to get the answer. What is the basis of our Christian faith? I'm still finding out. Anyone has the answer, tell me? Byes.
Heehee.
I am so happy. Yes.
I'm red all over. Blushing 24/7. Nahh. Buhbye. Sorta bored of this Blogger thing.
Yeah.
Some things are better left unsaid. But this I cannot contain. I don't know why you're the only one,
What I do I compare to what you do
I am so glad you don't want to talk to me anymore.
No. I ain't referring to ya'll out there.
And yet again am I pleased to say:
The is maybe the first time I've made an outright enemy.
Haha I braved my depression for the internet thing to get this down. Is was an instant bout of inspiration. The sadness for the internet thing has a loong story. And it doesn't concern the person I was referring to in the 'prose' up there. And, sadness is after all, sadness. On a pleasant parting note: I passed my Chinese oral by a mark. I can't describe how ecstatic I am. Although I still think the teacher is a little outrageous.
Shoo.
Everytime I go online I feel sad. So the rest of my day will be sad. This is strange and really ain't good for my spirits. Therefore, I shall abandon the internet and search for my true self for the rest of my life. Kidding there. But seriously, I have this heaviness in me when I go online. As in, now. So if my blog entries contains the likes of my life being the world's greatest catastrophe, I'm just feeling sad at that juncture. Because when I'm sad, I tend to become more and more magniloquent, and that will send everyone into a complete disarray [or sth like that] because it ain't nice reading something that you don't understand. Just going to retreat from this whole internet concept for some time, and maybe manage to stop feeling sad. Haha. God bless ya'll.
I'm going to collapse.
I'm going to 'beng kui'. At least some good has come out my studying chinese. Yeah, so today I had 2.4km [ke luo mi te?!? Claraaaa =D] and I ran with all my might. Yes, I so desperately wanted that gold, so that I could get three consecutive golds for the second time. Haha. Nope I can't boast! So anyway, I got a gold. Thanks to God for bringing me through the entire thing! I was hyperventilating by the second round although my timing was like about 13.3sth minutes. You see how it wasn't me? It was God who did this. Chinese test was like every other test. I don't know whether it's difficult or not because my chinese standard is inconceivably execrable. And chinese oral was...a majormajor failure. I just want to thank God for not making me burst out laughing at myself during the entire thing, although the teacher didn't control his laughter. *I'm still sore with him for laughing out loud. I had a thousand words to say about the topic, but I couldn't find the words in Chinese. If this were the topic for the English topic I'd go completely off my rocker. But this is chinese. So I was literally speechless with a thousand ideas bursting in my head wanting to come out. But they never got their chance. Tired. I have to go and study Chem for tomorrow and file my totally disorganized file that's a-flowing with scraps of papers. Then shall I revise my AMaths starting from my first term because I've been failing every single test. It's pathetic, really. Careless mistakes a-plenty. Pamella's birthday todayyyy!!! Haha Happy Birthday gurl! Why'd you delete your blog? Boo =( Save my soul and make me whole. Bye ya'll. *Yawnnnn God Bless. Yup so I thank God for:
For real?
And this way supposed to come today. Okay. So I have compiled an entire list on what to thank God for.
Tomorrow, there's
I am going to spontaneously combust tomorrow. I've been using those two words often. And today in the computer lab, me and Annabel were sitting next to each other, chatting on MSN with each other. Oh, you deranged goose. I hereby conclude that my vocabulary consists of only: How cute!, Darling, How cute!, How cute!...you get the idea. Yeppers. Therefore I shall totally leave this place of craaapping before I spontaneously combust and spew all the gooey bits here. Haha. Okay. Scared you off. Luvya_* God Bless ya'll!
Yeps.
This was supposed to be posted yesterday. But was busy and stuff. So feast yer eyes! Luvyas_* Yesterday (Saturday) went for the National Day Preview. It was okay. I officially love glitter. So back to the topic, it made me think of the National Track and Field thing. I really missed it. I missed the fighting with CHS, the mad screaming and cheering. The awfully stinky rain. The faulty benches. The running. The going crazy with friends. I missed every nuance of the whole event when I was in the National Stadium yesterday, when I was supposed to be celebrating National day. The enthusiasm in the Stadium just wasn't there like Cedar's. Okay so the only part I liked about the National Day preview was when they sorta showered glitter onto the performer. And the glittery-looking fireworks that was above me. It was awesome. The rest—normal. Sorta tacky to me, even. No, NDP officials don't come and ban me forever. Because that's the sincere and honest truth from the bottom of my heart. And halfway through the thing. I felt that I would mever belong here. Anywhere. So I'd wondered whether I'd belong somewhere else way up there in Heaven. Yes, I think I would. Nostalgia? This world is not my home, I'm just a-passing through. If heaven's not my home, oh Lord what shall I do? The angels beckon me, from heaven's open door, and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.... Somehow or other, Jo manages to sing the song in such a piteous manner. The whole thing is kinda funny, if you ask me. The previous entry...I shall leave it as it is and let things go on by while I sit in the sidelines. I think I shall stagnantise everything because I know the feeling is not mutual. It's one sided. Nothing like that can work. It'll just make everything worse. Ciaos to da problem. I shall conveniently shift you to the back of my mind. How can someone walk around and look happy 24/7? Cheery, merry, optimistic? Is there a Samson in everyone of us? Lust. Never get intoxicated with lust. Just look at the books today's authors write about, making 'stuff' done before marriage sound alright.
Yeah, so I practically ripped this off someone's blog. Sorry, but I think it's good to do this.
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