Be?

Now this is confusing. It’s the liar paradox, I confess and I’m a compulsive liar. But I guess it’s just a phase of life that’ll blow over sooner or later.

Anyway, back to the main point. CURSE YOU KIIS. Never has a single paper pissed me off so badly, but then again, it’s the first time I’m doing a full research paper, and I just realised how much needing to cite sucks. I’d take creative writing over this anytime of the day, anyday.

Plus prelims on the onset, it makes me glad that I’m a guy sometimes. With the two year NS buffer, the prelims aren’t going to be exactly -that- important, because I got enough time to wait and get my proper results first. =D(unlike CERTAIN people)

Anyway, with U on the horizon again, it’s sort of a goal-evaluation for me. I’m still not sure what I want, or what I can do, or what I’m even half-assed interested in. Everyone’s around me going “Ra-ra doctor, ra-ra economic, ra-ra dietian” and I’m just going “ra-ra life”? It’s probably that I still don’t have any priorities in life, and I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing. >.>

As long as what I do keeps me off the streets, and I enjoy it, I don’t really have the authority to ask for more, can I?

Ugly like he is,
Beautiful like hers,
Beautiful like Venus,
Ugly like his,
Beautiful like she is,
Ugly like Mars.

Fine

Fine.

I admit. I was lying about everything.

Hello history

First thing first, I admit, I kept procrastinating this post, for no idea. Guess it’s just in me to procrastinate everything. The date of first draft was like a week ago. >.<

To think that we were complaining and bitching all about it, that it sucked, and life sucks and all. But look at us now, ironic, no? I bet most of us would wish to be back one year in time. It’s after the painful !%*(!#%* experience, that we look back and go “Jeez, that was bloody fun”

It’s like the same to a roller coaster. As the train goes up, your mind goes “oh shit, I’m gonna die, it’s so bloody high” and all, but once it reaches the peak and plummets straight down, you are having the time of your life, without realising it. And only at the end of the ride, you would go,  “I wanna do that again”.

Haha, I really enjoyed the PW experience, though I admit it was total bullshit. Was fun while it lasted, much thanks to my group mates. =D

Anyway,  on to the end of J2.

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.

-Jeffrey McDaniel

Roomless woes

This entire post could be completely about how I should be studying, how I got two S’s(first S’s in JC comes in CT2, wrong timing, lol?), and how I’m gonna die for prelims and A’s.

Or, it could be totally RaNdOm!!1iil1!1eleven!1 about cows, black mugs, blue blackberries and key vinegar pie!

Anyway, an update into my life. I’ve been evicted from my room(from grandparents flying overseas here, and visiting), and my new bed is this dingy little mattress quite literally in front of the door. Sooo, time to figure out new sleeping spots at home! Should I try the ‘work-till-you-dead’ computer chair sleeping position, or the ‘I-just-want-a-nap’ sofa spot(2 sofas mind you, so that’s double the choice!) or even, the ‘very-unorthodox-but-just-might-be-pretty-damn-comfy’ marble tiled floor!

That’s right, you choose what spot I get to sleep on, and see how sleep deprived I get next week! Winner gets to hear my rants/chants/random noise due to a dysfunctional mind!

Vote now, kids!

p.s. No, I’m not insane yet.  I’m being bored. Obviously

What size you wear?
I wear 10’s
lets see if you can fit your feet;

How will you ever know?