Tuesday, February 27, 2007



[Bus]
Me - "What's your favourite maths topic?"
Wei Liang - 'Trigonometry."
Me - "Next favourite topic?"
Wei Liang - "Maths."
Me - "..."
Wei Liang - =3

[MSN]
Emersius - "During my Sex 1 orientation."
Bryan - "..."
Me - "What a pleasant mistake."

[ELDDS Drama]
Mr Daniel Tan - "Ok, start!"
All - [Long loud moaning]
Gajendran - [High-pitched] "Ah! Aie! AAH! OW! AI!"
Me - "Wait, stop sto-[dissolves into helpless giggles]

[CO Room]
Yang En - "We go over there for the meeting" [Points at a dark area]
Me - [Holding minutes book] "You want me to go blind issit?"

[Class]
Mr Imran - "Did you guys bring your 2 forms?"
Me - "Yes! Look, Kay Fong and Ting Fong!"
Class - [Stunned]
Mr Imran - [O.o]
Me - [Giggles]


Yes, I am back blogging, one day earlier than I said. That may or may not be a good thing for you people out there, I'm not too sure myself, but fact is that I am blogging right here, right now and yardadadada.

Reading Danial's completely emo post kinda made me want to blog. Then I realize that that would be quite redundant because I have expressed my utter and complete disdain for incredibly dumb acts like slicing myself to bits to solve my mental pain. I have so much mental pain that if I were to slit one inch per painful thought, I'd end up looking like Tamim.

Note: Tamim is about the freakiest thing that could have been spawned by a man-from-Chernobyl-and-a-woman-from-Hiroshima. He can be the poster boy for safe sex.

"PRACTICE SAFE SEX, OR END UP WITH THIS! [Insert Tamim's face]
On second thought, that would probably result in the complete abstinence of sex for fear of spawning another creature such as Tamim.

Summary: Slitting wrists to solve pain isn't particularly good because (MOST IMPORTANT) you damage your beautiful skin and leave ugly red marks that are so not glam, ok?

Imran revealed to me during Monday's Lit class that he has a blog. He was quite stunned when I pointed out that people like him who have blogs usually have very short posts and stop posting altogether quite soon because they only blog to show their "InnErMOst" feelings. Either that, or they switch to an EMO-NEMO skin, then stop posting. Wrist-Slitting anyone?

Just got my braces tightened yesterday. Was pretty dead this morning due to the uncomfortabilitynessdededasdad of the braces. It's like being french-kissed, only for about 24 hours and not comfortable.

CO Commitee is having problems already. If this continues, then we are deadeadead. Of course, people like Joel wouldn't give a shit. Then again, such people can scold me after I scold Vincent Sim, AFTER warning him to stop pissing me off. I ended up scolding him, then scolding Vincent Sim, then scolding him, telling him to shut up, listening to ONE insult then firing back one DAMN long line of bitchiness then returning to scolding him. Then scolded him some more.

AND OF COURSE Joel would complain at Commitee Meetings. Firstly, he doesn't appreciate that Mother already chose him to be the comm, without which none of us would select him. I rather select Eusebio or someone else who actually gives a flying damn. Guess what Joel says at comm meetings?

"Can I go now."
"Waste of time. When does this end?"

Which resulted in me scolding ( duh ) him last morning and telling him that he could either be a part of the commitee, or get the f- out. Typically, being the thick-skinned bastard he is, he got up to leave; but Yang En stopped him. I see not why, Joel wasn't contributing anything.

I know some people think that I'm damn arrogant and damn full of myself or something. And frankly, while it does concern me somewhat, I feel it doesn't really matter after all. I do what I do because I'm honest and truthful to what I believe. And why not? Freedom of speech is a right, and until they bitchslap that 500 feet into the ground, I will embrace that right. I do what I do, because at the end of the day, I get my job done. It is not my problem if you cannot finish your job, but I will not allow it to affect mine. That's why I will really scold someone, because I believe that personal matters should not affect your professionalism. I don't stick to it utterly of course, because it is inevitable that sometimes personal matters spill over and affect and I can forgive that, but stupid little excuses and recalcitrancy are what irk me. Maybe it comes off as arrogance, because I can stand up in class and tell someone exactly what I think of them.

Take Maxicheebong for example. I have absolutely no problem scolding him in class. He once said " But I didn't do anything to you what, why do you hate me so much?" To which most of his "friends" nodded.

Maybe I'm the short-sighted one. But just because something isn't done directly to me, does that mean I will not be offended. If I were to bomb the market when his family was there, would he be pissed? Of course! But wait, just wait, I didn't do anything to him what! Why should he hate me?

Sometimes, I don't always explain my actions and what I feel inside. And that's because I judge and find it useless. Will, for example, Maxicheebong, Rio and the rest of those idiots try to understand. I have, and that's why I can resolutely stand by my opinion, because I have considered the other point of view. But they won't. And if anybody dares to tell me that I should let them try, please go and die. There are some things that just don't happen, no matter how many times you THINK and FEEL it'll happen, it won't. It just won't. And it pisses me off how people can come in and say "You should give him a chance". I know it won't, and it won't. And nothing you say and hope will change it, because it won't. It's a waste of time, it's a BLOODY DAMN WASTE OF TIME!

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Maybe this is how some people, like Danial, feel when someone tells them that wrist-cutting is dumb. Maybe they can see something I can't, that I lack the "transcendence" needed. Maybe they are right.

Because it's easier to change yourself. Because even when you think you're right, a group of "wrong" people will force you to conform.
But I won't.
And because of that, maybe I"m the short-sighted one.
Maybe I'm the short-sighted one after all.