12/02/05
back from surfing blogs.

conclusion:

i cant stand pple who
1) uses bad grammer and the irritating computer language when they blog
2) actually bother to type a whole recount of what happened in the day
3) use their blog as complaint dump grounds.

gees.

then again. pple have different standards. wonder what pple think of my blog. arty-farty? rubbish? trying to act cheem most of the time? fake?

whatever.

the truth is, most blogs dont reflect who exactly these people are in real life. so there.

still waiting for pet to send me some rs stuff. stuff here refers to the fact that my brain is semi-dead and i dont have the slightest clue as to what to do with it. draw up some graphs..yes. of course.

cant wait for tmr to begin. im saying this not in a sadistic way; but i love being busy. fun-busy. going to mr chia's to see baby ariel in the morning with the class, next with exclassmates to mrs choy's, then floor hockey. and then homework.[havent touch anything related to sch since tue. it's sinful.]

whee~


|jav| 1:03 AM|

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11/02/05
incoherent thoughts of the day:

too much bagua..way too much bagua..
currently at em's hse trying to get some rs done. [who isnt? all of us are still in chi new yr mood. drunk on goodies..]

and nursing a bloody sore throat. which is erupting to become a massive headache. ouch.

we've both given up. pet is playing games on her laptop, im here blogging and em is away at piano lesson. haha.

thinking of blue seas and kayaks and platoonmates already. wish i can jump out of the window and start running.

focus, java.
my thoughts are drifting like wind. wonder how's msg weiqi..

hap hap hap hap hap hap hap hap
pi birthday to you, shawna and noisan..

'im a hazard to myself/dont let me get me/'
lalalalalalala~


|jav| 10:42 AM|

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there's something vaguely romantic about night.

mystery of darkness. anticipation for dawn.
twinkling of the faraway stars; some sort of false illusion for something that has already burn out millions of yrs ago.
cool breath of nights.
brilliant camouflage for huddling lovers.
calm, serene peace of silence.
perfect excuse for time to pause and for weary souls to rest
and to dream.


|jav| 12:32 AM|

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