Monday, February 04, 2008



Jo-Ann - "Yar, apparently BryanDominic said something along the lines of 'your mother is hairier than Jo-Ann's a dog!' "
Me - "Coolness."
Both - [ Nod ]

Edit: The above edits occurred as a result of Jo-Ann's incredible anal-retentiveneess meticulousness.

Many unhappy things have transpired, but I'm not going to further elaborate about that. I really should focus on the good things in life.

Haven't been blogging lately because...well, just because it's my blog and everytime I wanted to update, this whole negativity-feeling just came along and tsunami'd what little blogging inspiration I have. It took me until today to realize that that was pretty stupid, immature and just me wallowing in a big fat cup of D'Presso. Pointless misery, pointless.

Life isn't perfect, nor should we expect it to be. Nor should I expect it to be, to be more specific. Darn. I've been so caught up in this Amazing Rat Race of what we deem "Society" that I've completely neglected other aspects of... well life. Always focusing on the negative side, the current cold war, instead of appreciating the people that have really become closer in this time, people like Jo, Randall, Wei Loong, YuFan, YunSol,Fu Zhi, Shao Wei etc etc etc. Really makes ( zomg I accidentally typed it as "made" blubber darn grammatical mistakes ) me look back and appreciate all the good things that have been happening.

Like Ms Tang and Mr Maran said: Be positive. I worry too much. I should be positive.

Positive baby.

Btw, my new name is Zhaborzhaborpancakes. Jo-Ann says it's awesome. Yun Sol says I'm crazy, while Wei Loong smiles and concurs. Yu Fan just calls me Leenus. That bong.

I still can't make a (battery) positive sign that doesn't look like a mutated milk bottle with a vicious-looking teat so I'll spare you the horror of that ( for those with vivid imaginations I apologize )

Chinese Mo Xie today went relatively well. I wrote five paragraphs, then stopped due to the aching pain in my right hand time constraints. Found out that I'd actually skipped the 5th paragraph and gone straight to the sixth. Silly silly me. Looks like even one month of memorizing did not adequately prepare me for half an hour of writing.

Had dinner with Nic(TRYBE)/Wei Loong/Yu Fan today at good ol' Thaipan. Everyone suanned everyone else like free. Nic kept asking Wei Loong to eat some more because he's so thin. If it's possible to give a vicious giggle, I did right there. It was really more of a mutated chuckle, something like a cross between a baby's innocent giggle and a dying beached whale.

Bleh. It's 9.53, gotta go force myself to sleep soon ( hey, sounds like the chinese informal letter all-too-cliched ending where you pretend to have to go to sleep, but really, all you wanna do is end the stupid letter so you can pass it up ). Or maybe I'll go play Trickster for a little while. Dunno. Wei Loong's not online =(

No ending on a depressing note so:

"Canon" by the Vienna Boys Choir is enchanting.

Kow,
I'm waiting!
=3