6/30/10, 10:33 PM: People like things that are restricted in supply.
I mean like. Diamonds? Money? XBOX?! OMG PS3? HAHAHAHAHA FFOOOOAAAAM. Yeah. That kinda stuff. That's why people don't want to die. Because they will never find out why they were here in the first place. It's like a difficult maths question. No point doing it when someone already gave you the answer.
12:51 PM: Rule of the road.
Why the hell do people keep walking to the right side of the pavement. Ugh makes me so annoyed. Since when did they start doing that?! All this time I thought the rule was to walk to the left of the road. Always.

I mean, this was the rule ever since the first melee weapon was invented. People walk to the left of the road so it would be convenient to draw their stowed weapon to defend themselves from any oncoming threats because then the threat would have to approach then from the right.

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9:27 AM: Chocolate!

Saying hi to the 9 am sun. Aww, ain't he cute?! I'm going to fail my math!

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8:44 AM: I should be doing math.
WOOOO HOOOOO I feel so... WIRELESS! HAHAHA!
8:39 AM: Yeah, I got the hang of it.

Cool.
Test. I wonder how this stuff actually works.

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8:34 AM: I am testing some mobile blogger shit!

I am testing some mobile blogger shit!

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7:41 AM: Panic blogging.
Haha. Strange feeling in my tummy now. Feels vacant inside. I must be hungry
6/29/10, 7:40 AM: Ghosts? Nah... Only monsters within us.
WE ARE MONSTERS.
6/27/10, 9:48 PM: I like hitting people with their own clubs.
YEAH THAT'S BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA IN THE FAAAAAAACE.
6/24/10, 9:21 PM: What I like about strangers?
Strangers judge you once, when they see you for the first time and from then on they continue to be strangers since it's unlikely for them to meet you for several consecutive times. Reputation - not tainted. Because seeing a guy headbanging to awesome music on his mp3 player isn't worth mention to his friends, who says you can't enjoy good music by headbanging in public, as long as you're not a nuisance.

I get really angry though, when a douche stands on the right side of the escalator and doesn't walk. Stupid idiots. Also during the peak traffic periods, when the trains are awfully crowded, the train stops at a station and some people want to get off and you're in the way, then they start rubbing their bags or whichever part of their body on me to make me notice them and scootch aside. Guess what pal - I CAN'T SCOOTCH UNTIL THE TRAIN DOORS OPEN. And what the hell is up with the rubbing man, you've got a freakin' mouth and maybe even a pair of LIMBS. Tap my shoulder and ASK me or something? Jeez.

I think sleep is the most important thing in life. Because, sleeping makes tomorrow come faster. Imagine if you never had to sleep and spent 8 hours MORE of everyday doing something productive, oh man how annoying that'd be. Also sleep kinda makes impossible things seem so much closer to possibility. So, I'd like to sleep earlier to dream earlier and imagine all that I want to be that isn't in real life, is in my dream and then even if it was just for 8 hours, every night.
6/22/10, 9:07 PM: RVB10 BLEW MY MIND. +++ FLOWER PWR!
Yay RvB10 didn't cheat my feelings.

oh man tuition was so awkward today when Mr. Chua complimented me. I'm flattered and all, but maybe he took it a little overboard? I'm just sayin', I'm doing my work because I think JC's going to be a toughie, and O levels proved me wrong: I can't handle it on my own. Besides no point going for math and not do math work. (which somehow is the only work I'm doing)

Econs econs econs.



Andddddd personal diaries are for people suffering from Dissociative identity disorder (yeah I got that from wikipedia hahaha). I.e. people with split personalities. So while talking to yourself you can have a very very constructive discussion.
6/21/10, 11:50 PM: HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER RULZ.
HEEYYYALL. I have a feeling that I'm going to do badly for my common test. Because I just found a website that has EVERY SINGLE EPISODE OF EVERY SINGLE SEASON OF HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER ONLINE! OMG tick tock goes the clock and I'm not studying shitttttttttt. MUST. STOP. WATCHING.

Damn. I have a real problem on my hands huh.

Shizz I hope RVB doesn't cheat my feelings and release another PSA tomorrow. Don't want to miss another good thing roight?! HAHAHA.

Yeah and I believe it's totally healthy talking to yourself about problems that you face every now and then. Completely healthy, because I have enough confidence in myself that I can solve my own problems and don't need a listening ear. If I told you, I'd have to kill'ya. Which you know, doesn't really work out, since then I'd probably be a serial murderer. Which I am not. I don't go around people's houses, rant to them about my problems and then put a hole in their head through their eye sockets with chopsticks. I don't do that, really. Man I got issues. HOTLINE PLEASE. OR.

Agh SHISNO.
9:06 AM: AGH TOMORROW RVB10 IS RELEASED!


Please RT, don't release another PSA. I hate PSAs.
6/19/10, 4:08 PM: I don't usually count my posts, but this is my 200th one! HAHA!

I'm going to continue on with the 200th post because I like it. Incidentally this song is the 200th song on my playlist! Haha.

Unglamorous:
While playing soccer with PB + NP dudes I tried to anticipate where the ball was dropping cos some one did a high pass, then I turned around because I estimated that the ball would fly straight over me and onto the floor in front of me, then the ball hit my back. Yayyyy.

Then a few months back I was at Math tuition and I was wearing my favourite plain white round neck tee, and when I put my bag on the ground, one of the straps of my bag caught onto a small hole along the sleeve of my shirt and tore a giant hole in my sleeve. Class just began. Hurraaaaayyy.

I think sometimes its really hard to tell whether or not you feel good doing something or not. Like say you told off your friend for being a annoying in class, you don't know if you feel good because you were exercising your right as a student, or because maybe you impressed your classmates or something I don't know. Something along that line. So then you have to imagine that no one was in the class except for you and your annoying friend, and if you did the same thing, you would feel good, or not. So, it's easier to tell if you are genuinely feeling good/bad/whatever if you eliminate other things that would make you feel a different way.

Imagine you have a secret that you feel very happy about, and this secret will in some way affect how others looked at you the way they do, and then you told everyone. Would you be feeling happy because people looked at you differently (more positively I suppose) or because the secret - now no longer secret - made you feel good?! So the point is, unless you can differentiate what's making you feel what, like how a dog differentiates smells, I don't think its a good idea to share with people until you know what it makes you feel. Woo confusing.
6/18/10, 11:47 PM: RIIiiIIIIiight.
I hate it when people post something like "I miss u..." online and then when people come around to ask, "HAHA hu is it?!" then the person goes ahead to say, "nobody u wld wan 2 noe." THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU POST IT UP IN THE FIRST PLACE?! Srsly they just want people's attention is all. Rouse your curiosity to get a chance to put you down. Irritating douches.
8:40 PM: LIES LIES LIES!!
HANDS CUPPED OVER EARS ROLL ON FLOOR SCREAMING OMG. This should be abbreviated. HCOEROFSOMG! Yay my new long abbreviation.
6/17/10, 5:20 PM: Epic win busker at Clark Quay
HAHA there was this guy in a tunnel at Clark Quay busking - singing while playing a guitar - and my family and I were walking through it with a couple of guys in business suits in front of us. Then one of the guys put his hand in his pocket while he walked pass the busker, and he sang,

"[previous verse was part of a song I forgot... dadada...] Don't put your hand in your pocket, if you're not going to give what you find!" HAHAHAHA It was damn hilarious for me and I laughed and wanted to give him some cash for entertaining me with his funny joke but all I had was my dad's money and my dad's money was not mine to give and my dad didn't seem to have caught the joke. All buskers should be like him!
6/15/10, 8:54 PM: Glad that's over.
Woots personal diary works wonders. Another problem reeeeezolveduh. Yeah but now that I think about it, I kinda betrayed my friends and family a little. Looking at the options I had.

1. Rant in a diary.
2. Consult a family member.
3. Confide in a friend.

Yeah... I have some serious trust issues, huh. I must have an inflated ego, cos the only person I trust enough to talk to is myself hahahaha. NOW THE QUESTION IS: CAN I BE TRUSTED BY MYSELF?!?!?! ZOMGS.
6/13/10, 9:21 PM: Real life experience makes me realise
That there is no sin in being conscious of how you want to appear. I.e. hair styling, shoe shopping, belt buying. In fact, after all that time and money spent in building an image for yourself, there is , after all, a pragmatic reason behind all that. I am a judgmental person and I often decide what a person is like just by looking at the way they behave and the way they dress - so much for "don't judge a book by it's cover" huh. But there's a reason for the book's cover! It makes it easier to judge a person, without going through the time consuming process of data mining by interacting with the person over a long period.

Of course you might discover some skeletons in his cupboard, but hey, the first impression streamlines the process.

In fact, by pretending that I HAD no style is a form of self-consciousness. Since I had to always be careful that I was not appearing self-conscious to anyone at any moment in time. So all people who think they are not self-conscious are in fact the most self-conscious people in the world! OMG. PARADOGS.

Now that I logically vaporised my inhibitions, its about time I dressed a little better don't you think? HAHA. That doesn't mean that I'm going to just walk right into maht culture, no, I'm going to create a NEW CULTURE HAHAHAAAAA. Yeah big dreams, devolved right brain (part of brain involved in creativity).

So. People are self-conscious so that they can explain to other people what they do and what they expect you to think of them through their actions. Problem is, I'm not sure what I want to be.

The METER METHOD:

You know when someone says that something is butt ugly, or if he says that his test scores are terrible, there's obviously something that he's taking reference to in his head. How then would anyone reach a conclusion on how well or how badly he did, or how ugly or how DROP DEAD FREAKIN' GORGEOUS some one is. So, there's a meter. And in order to judge himself or others on his/their merits or faults.

There're different ways of using the meter. To make things easier to understand, lets judge BEAUTY. So, for example one may use the meter this way. I can place the most gorgeous thing on earth at the top of the meter (that would be, of course, ME) and judge from there down on what's pretty and what's not. OR conversely. I can but the worst looking thing(s) on earth at the bottom of the scale and work my way up. Looking at how ugly the girls are in my school, if I used this scale the lowest point of my meter would reach the earth's core.
4:55 PM: Rule number 1:
Yeah it's always rule number 1 because I forget about all the rules I made before. Anyway today's rule number when you're trying to pry the truth out of someone is to NEVER EVER offer a likely answer because then you're just doing the liar's job for him! Like someone wants to lie about his identity on an online game or something don't ask. "Who are you? Wenhan?!" Cus' then you just gave the person an identity that you'd expect and the wins. Woohoo.
6/12/10, 9:15 AM: TUESDAY = NEW RVB EPISODE! HAHAHAHAA
it's not here yet, but I'll celebrate everyday that passes to bring my closer to the new episode of RVB cos right now it's just about the only thing I live for (except for how I met your mother on weekdays but hey, it's the weekend).
6/10/10, 6:19 PM: My half-naked pop and I.
I never said I didn't enjoy the trip. I just said it was half-hearted. Gave me time to hang out with the folks, who are not the coolest bunch, but I enjoyed their company loads.

Mmm. Strangewater.

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6/9/10, 3:07 PM: Public blog makes my diary look like a book of sins.
Drawing parallels:

Some traffic lights have buttons that you can press and there'll be a small light that turns on to signify that the button's already been pressed. Often times I see dead moths inside the small lights. Sad moths. When they go to moth heaven, and meet their ghost moth relatives, and they ask, "So, how was life?!" Then all they can say is, "Thanks to you, mom, I spent my life stuck in a traffic light and more or less just waited to arrive here. Thanks mom."

Ghost mama moth laughs and tries to explain how the bluddy hell she ended up laying eggs there hahaha.

UUuoOOhh. Ghost moths eat ectoplasmic cotton. Yum. I wonder how it'd be like being stuck in one place until you die. Don't you ever want to have a little more freedom and maybe live some kind of nomadic lifestyle? I'd like to pick up a trade-able skill like maybe singing, cooking, or something like that that needs very little equipment and time to do and just hang around different cities around the world living on what I can earn by selling my skill. Yeah but that's all just wishful thinking.

Reality isn't so fun.

Some people just manage to discover their dreams and ambitions so early. Makes me so damn envious I swear. Others just find out a little/much later, but it's a possibility right? To know for certain that you want to be tied to this thing for life, because it's just the right job for you to do. How lucky it would be if I found the right thing for me early.

I'm certain that I still have a long way to grow hahaha. Noice. Get it? Grow? Go? hahahaaa.

I need someone anonymous enough to talk to but someone familiar enough who can relate to me. Haha if suddenly damien pops up on msn and starts talking to you strangely you might decide to sign off quickly, or risk being asked strange questions that will make our relationship awkward and eventually we will not be friends anymore.
6/8/10, 8:47 PM: Echo echo echo echo echo...
I need to get a personal diary quick.

Life is like a maths paper. You make a mistake once, and then from then on you never make it again, regardless variation of the question/situation. There're some questions that arise every now and then that have painfully obvious answers that we should all know how to answer.

Unless suddenly logic escapes us and what we thought was right in the beginning actually turned out to be wrong, and what we thought was wrong turned out to be absolutely correct. Or what we thought was correct and what we thought was wrong were both completely incorrect, because things aren't always black and white. However, that is unlikely, given what we have learnt from past errors. Then again what is true now may not be true forever - change is the only constant (yeah that's overused), which just makes things all the more complicated and annoying.

Haha I think I need some sleep. That's not me talking, I'm sure. "Your feelings serve you well Obi Wan, but don't let them cloud your judgement!" - Qui Gon from Star Wars - The Phantom Menace.

I will not make the mistake again and I will not unlearn what I learnt. Be as stubborn as an Ox! And I have my friends to thank for helping me learn.

I swear man I hate mind games! People have to stop reaching their filthy hands into my head and twisting and knotting up my brain with all their funny words and strange stories. AGH I must be going crazy.
6/7/10, 10:02 PM: Jumping genres

Armageddon soundtrack! It's awesome! BONJOVI FTW!
WINNN! It's not Bon Jovi?!?! IT'S AEROSMITH! Thanks Ziyad.
6/6/10, 5:43 PM: Hey all! I'm baaaack/1//////////1/1/11
This holiday with my family felt very half-hearted throughout, so I'm glad I'm back.

Hahaha ultra gay song that I like. DON'T JUDGE ME!
6/1/10, 11:19 AM: These few days alone have taught me something...
BEING ALONE RAWKS! If the parents give you enough moneh that is. I'm starving. I accidentally left some of the food mom bought for me out too long and it spoiled. Crap. Thank god they're coming back today. If not I'll have to OMG GO OUT AND BUY MY OWN FOOD.

Okay no it's strange to be alone at home really. Especially since the holidays started I face a lot of inertia to do anything at all. Normally it's the parents/naggy older sister who gives me that extra push to maybe do some work. +++ I found this cool game online it's called the "Powder game" yeah it sounds lame but go check it out it's really very awesome. I'm embarrassed to say that I wasted a couple of hours on that game. BUT IT IS AWESOME! The powder game is like a simulator sort of thing where pixels mimic particles of different types of materials. Very very cool.

Talk about being bored.

Also, HELLO FRIENDS!

I think my friends will agree that there's something about this picture that makes them feel very happy.
Well, at least I feel that way.
I win the most casual attire competition because I wore exactly that to sleep the previous night! YAY. HAHAHA JKJK.

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