Thursday, July 12, 2007
10:13 PM
Darn hell feel like changing this blogskin, after my lecturer told me that "Why people use green for dustbins is because it is a fre~sh colour."
God damn it.
And my classmates were telling me it was about some go-green thingy.
Dreadfully wrong. If I had said that like all normal folks do, my lie would have been pierced right through.
Not your fault though folks. I didn't do enough.
If you don't know what I'm blabbering about, its okay. I always blabber.
Click on the 'evacuation routes if you don't wana read crap, coz 'crap's' typing. Bad news. Haha.
Okay. If from the above you still cant get the hint, I tell ya' I'm in a bad mood, your majesties, and I have to tell you that I'm SPELLING it out this instant. Scram whilst you can. Get it? Before thingys can really darn rough.
Okok. I see you won't scram... Thanks! Love ya lots ^_^
Haha. Better mood now.
Lets see what I have to say;
I have like 2 homeworks due TOMORROW but I don't give a damn shit. Totally not me eh.
Let me blog about funny stuff first. if you can still stay on after that lame shit you rock! [But don't force too hard, it really isnt good for you]
We had this VASTR lesson today n Quek n me r partnering to do a nice chirpy gay story. Here it goes;
"This is a story of two gays, hardworking breadwinner Angus, and his lazy wife Malcolm. Angus mudered Malcolm in an attempt to get rid of him(her)because he (she) was so irritating. But when He leaves Malcolm six feet under in some deserted wilderness and was about to getaway in his (was their) chowchow truck, he sees a flashback of their gay times and justifies his murder of his 'wife' was an act of extreme goodness, and in the end Angus drives off scott-free."
*Names and content have been slightly changed to potect the synopsis because I didnt get Quek's permission to blog about this.
So, sotong who was queing behind us to get his story approved was horrified by luanie the great, because thou art such a monster [I don't know what Im typing but mua ahahahahaha anyways]
*Just a mention that the gay part was OBVIOUSLY invented by luanie. There is no other like how I do it. Haha. And of course I scared the daylights out of debbie who was in my neighbouring class. Haha^_^
Oh yah, sotong if you are reading this I need to tell you that the 3 aspects of my life is "art, food, music" in no ranking order and not "food and gays" thank you very much. [I will confirm forget to say this de]
Art creates me
Food delights me
Music sustains me
Simple story. Even if you folks don't believe it.
Next sad case.
[Because of typing the above text, luanie has summoned her happy memories and is in a happier mood now so she would not like to go into too much details for the next part of this. Enjoy]
Its another sisterly problem.
She used a rude word on me
Because she does not understand the life I lead.
But who will? And why must she?
She doesnt see it
She doesnt get it
And her judgement on me is based on such a shallow viewpoint.
Damn am I disappointed.
But i suppose it was what I was like when I was before. A reflection of myself, only more fragile, more emotional.
But still that is no excuse to use that word on me to shut me up.
If it was me before, I would have slapped her, tight.
I didnt.
I didnt want to do something like that. I won't stoop to that level. But still I felt furious.
We ignored each other all the way home.
Her argument didnt stand, she couldnt out argue me so she was so rude. Very much like how I was.
And it was during when I calmed down did I realise I love her more than ever.
Sounds mushy, but that was what stopped me from getting tha abyss depper before it became a marine trench.
I used to do that. To my cousin who was senior to my course. Though I didnt do such rude things, but clearly my intention was more or less like what attitude my sister is giving me now. I know. But till today I havent got to apologize to my dear cousin. I'm a horrible cousin to have.
I know my sister will apologize to me the day when she steps out into this harsh cruel world. If she enters jc, her poly friends will tell her how it is like, then will she feel my stance now. If she is in poly. All the better. But if she is such a slowcoach she should get it by the time she gets into uni, or working, when her collegues or mates will tell her about it. About what I suffer now. What is worse than a family member, someone close to you, does not understnad a heck of what you are put through and gives you even more hell? If she's really a godsend then perhaps she will get it by the time the career talks start in sec4.
I patiently await that day to come.
[Wobbles]
