Tuesday, October 16, 2007



Me - 'We should put Tabasco sauce in Edwin's Prawn and Shroom Spaghetti. He'll scream in an octave that isn't supposed to exist. '
Kenneth - 'The windows will shatter'
Me - 'The serviette would shatter. The birds would explode.'

NewsFlash: All ghostly wailings, screamings and other creepy sound effects will henceforth be replaced by Buildling-Construction noises, courtesy of SengQiRuAlphonsus and LimWenJun.

=) Jokers.

Yesterday I got a call from -SOMEONE- whose name I shall not reveal because I value my life.

[After 5 minutes of conversation]
'Eh Linus, do you have a phone with you?'
'No, I'm talking to you on a banana.'

Much lurbbe to you too.

My tagboard is -bloody- dead and I update frequently so I'm fairly annoyed. I choose to content myself with the fact that it's eckzam-time which has just passed so blog readership should be going up. I will also refrain from getting a Hits Counter because the reality of my blog being read by one or two people would make me very very depressed. Depressed-er.

CO meeting today was good and productive for ever-imba Organizational. Saucely. I am hereby going to jump to conclusions that I love planning stuff because it uber rawkks to be responsible for making a lot of people very happy. Or very sad. Either way, I'm PuppetMan.

My new HP ( Horrible Product ) laptop's hard disk crashed. My PSB stuff is gone, my CO stuff is gone, all my painstakingly-accumulated Eme- PICTURES are gone. But you know what's the worst thing? The most, worstest most horriblest thing ever?

I spent the day before meticulously downloading album covers, and editing music info for all my iTunes songs. And then the computer crashes.

Damn.

I have Literature tomorrow. It's an exam that requires much insightful thinking and analysis. It's also 11.25 now and I'm pretty tired. So why am I still blogging? Well for one, I'm just tired, not sleepy. Second, there's some stuff I wanna just blabber about.

we picked it up because it looks nice and shiny. they passed it down to us, telling us 'careful. it's not easy.' we said it's ok and that we'll manage. and we did.

it got a bit heavy after a while, then heavier and heavier. we had to learn to deal with the weight, perhaps with our one hand, because the other was occupied with our everydayancies. sometime we felt like putting it down because it was just so inconvenient, that everyone else was so free and frolicking while we bore this cross.

at times, we threw it down and stomped on it. we screamed and swore and cursed at it because it kept us from so many things. it compelled us to do so many things that took so much effort. others were gleefully enjoying life to the minimum, and we could not even do that. we were angry. we just collapsed by it, sweat rolling from our foreheads and our eyes. people came, people went, people passed. some stopped to help and we reached for their hands and pulled ourselves up. they offered to help with it.

but we pick it up ourselves. no matter how heavy and how burdensome it was and is, we still picked it up. because deep inside, we know that we were meant to carry this, so that others wouldn't. he bore his cross for others, we bear this burden for others. it's not nice and shiny any longer, it's been eroded and rusted by time.

and i still hug mine to sleep everyday. because i love it. so much.

i was meant to carry it.
and at the end
it will be my trophy.