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Chingalingaling.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

So I've racked up the mood to talk about my results.
And honestly, it ain't that good. =X

So my L1R5 is more than 15 and it's all thanks to my laoya EMaths and SS/Geog. And right now, I don't have the mood to type in perfect english. So all you will see here is my best attempt at my worstest english, ever. It's showing through already. BleahxXx.

My ahlian instincts have taken over me. Told you I had some ahlian training. You shall be the brunt of it today. Whasehx. TeLl yOu HuH mY eNgRiSh tOtAlLy iS tErRiBlE lOrx. hUgE DiSaPpOiNtMeNt tO mE LaRx.

Okay Sarah I admit I've been reading your blog.

And I'm tired of typing like an ahlian. Sheesh. Archie alert.

Let me summarise what my thinking is like, now.


I'm bored.
Bored.
Bored.
To the end of my hair strands.

Read the Adrian Mole diaries. It's so not nice! This is the second time I've read a book and fell asleep in the middle of reading it. But I've finished reading is already. The first book was Vanity Fair and I'm only up to page 121 of it. I guess without the internet my reading instincts catch up with my senses. Because so far I've already devoured five books this week and making people like Charissa disgusted with my reading antics. You know, I'm disgusted too. =)

And I'm going to China this winter. I have very mixed feelings about it. I know I'm going to miss out on a lot of pals coming back from Australia and such. But I'm going to buy over the whole of Esprit in China. I know it's like, the same price. Yeah do I know that.

Thinking of eliminating my tagboard as part of this honorary website of mine. What say you. I mean. I don't get the point of a tagboard. It's my warped thinking kicking up again. Whatever someone tells me I'll just find a negative way of seeing it and totally diss the person. So far I've never done it on anyone; except one. No regrets. Absolutely none whatsoever.

I love majoral revelations! I hereby declare it! And so in dedication of this particular friend that I have, I shall have a Hello Kitty scarf to wrap around my neck in China so you'll be hooked around me.

Hairhair
Hairhair
Hairhair.

Walla walla spirit.

D: born leaders, domineering, impatient.
I: life of the party, short attention span, laugh-out-loud.
S: stable, predictable.
C: perfectionist, calculative [in a not-so-greedy way].


Now. Guess which of them am I?

Been pretty fascinated with this DISC thing. I think it's time I got off my lameness by not asking people around what they are. It's pretty lame, don't you think? Ooh. The word lame is so common it's even lame to use the word lame. Get what I mean?

And I hereby end my entry. I have this nutty thinking that people want my entry to end.
So you must be ecstatic by now.

Hold your peace. =)



I stargazed. [4:22 AM]


Poeeeee-em.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

O'er this north door a trace still lingers
Of how a Gothic craftsman's fingers
Could make stones creep like ivy stems
And tilings coruscate like gems.

So descriptive. Sheesh. I like it so much. I love descriptive stuff that manages to make the mind paint an image. You know what I mean? Rah. Anyway, Annaling told me that the word 'Sheesh' came from Archie comics. Which is really strange because it just came to me you know? Naturally, without any implications and what have yous.

Also. My english paper is like. Ughh to the ultimate power. Failed the summary. Barely passed the comprehension. And hence, the only thing that pulled me up was my situational, composition (both just got over twenties and it ain't that good OKAY), and oral, which wasn't that good, anyway. Therefore, my english needs improving. Therefore, I shall try to make a trip to england. Or maybe I should just continue going to China and make me feel like my english's the mark of the ultimatum.

This just goes to show how ignorant I am. Because China has some really brilliant english speakers. And I've faced it- my english is a complete whacko nutto and bitto. And I give up trying to improve it.

Well, maybe I just give up this season. The next season, I shall emerge stronger, harder, shinier and...I sound like a diamond on a mission. But you get the point.

Aand. I have nothing else to say. Nothing that I want to, anyway. Because as far as things goes, I am through with typing my entry in school, with my faulty modem sitting on its increasingly corpulent ass without working. At all.

Through
and
through
with
it.


And
you.

As you can see, the previous 'paragraph' was fashioned in my 'i jsut want to waste space' entry. Just infer and infer and you get what I mean.

I am an astute being that's quickly running out of things to say. Hold on. Didn't I just say that I was through with typing here? So there.

Hold your peace.



I stargazed. [1:45 AM]


Hmph.

Saturday, October 16, 2004

I am so going to stuff H2SO4 down your nasal cavity if I get mad one more time.

Somehow or other, having many other blogs make me neglect this blog further. I feel like I have to partition what I say in this and what I say in the other. It's mad. I mean, won't you agree? I'll just delete this and focus everything on one blog. Tell me man, why did I even take up blogging? Right now I feel like I have a responsibility. Everyone's always had responsibilities to keep.

Ohyeah. And if I don't delete this blog, everytime I come online I feel like I have to say something; type something here. Which won't be easy, firstly because my internet connection decided to bonk itself out and break down right when the exams are over. And it's not fixed yet. I'm just hogging someone's computer. I'm so mad I could eat a dinosaur.

So instead of keeping myself on the internet, I play my piano. Night and day do I just play it. Don't you think my neighbours fortunate? Haha. Aaaaand. I'm sick and tired of doing that. Modem, oh modem just work your butt up and work like a normal modem or else I'll eat a dinosaur. Or all the doughnuts in crunchin' doughnuts or whatever you call it. I kinda forgot the name but you can find it all over USA. I love it and I can feel myself growing fat everytime I devour one. But I love it I love it I love it.

Munchy doughnuts. Talk like a New Zealander and I'll marry you, pronto. Not that anyone wants ta marry me huh.



I stargazed. [4:58 AM]


Phrase blurghh.

Friday, October 01, 2004

Right now, I'm going through a stage of literary and artistic renaissance in me. I don't know why, everytime I'm sad or bogged down with stuff I'll just have inspirations and more inspirations over and over again. I kinda love it, because then I feel like I have something to do [finally] but surely no one likes feeling sad. It's just not right to feel sad. I rarely feel the deepest blues that's why I can't really handle sadness. I'll just glare at the world and wallow in self pity and denial. It's totally pathetic and I'll just totally sink in deeper into self pity and all that. That's why I detest having the blue funk. It's bad for my mental state.

And Rudi Voeller's resignation from the football club is really disappointing. I mean, first it was the German team, now it's something like, ASRoma or what? Rudi Voeller had a flourishing stage, at the point when Germany got into the semi-finals during the Japan-Korea 2002 FIFA World Cup. He's just depleting now. Maybe he's in deep depression that's why he's quitting and he needs someone to bring him out of that depth of unhappiness so that he can be at his optimum again.

I wonder.



I stargazed. [3:11 AM]


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