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| this is crazy. i can't upload pictures and see anything in my blog. i'm moving to livejournal. same address. seeyou | | |
| This post's dedicated to SHERRIE KOH LUYI coz she's making me do this. 'it's damn dead!'. well I've been dead, dead tired that is. January's gonna be a beezeeeeeeeeee month - CNY, orientation and just the ushering into the new year thing. I'm 18, but I don't act like it. I feel it, I definitely am thinking it, I'm just not doing it. Uninteresting as this is, I'll spice it up with some foetoes of the past holidays. Where did it all fly away too? early morning (I mean, 2-3 am kinda programs. surprisingly still watchable.) teevee/ NOT GOING OUT/ lots of meetings/ STILL NOT MUCH GOING OUT/ christmas was tried to its best to live up to the hype but sigh/ WHY DID I NOT GO OUT/ OCIP trip (really gotta blog bout this soon. plus it's pics galore!)/ facils (eggggggciting stuff)/ dance dance dance/ open house which is madness, like my hair that day (awesome bonnie's creation!)/ seeing lots of cousins/ deadly christmas shopping/ PS3 which I manage to cure the addiction phew. if you think this is snore-to-the-core-bore-ing, I left out A LOT already. someone teach rachel to be more happening please! or is she doomed to live such an uneventful life. ho hum. anyways, 
 
and and and I heard we're going to be banded for econs math and GP. I've got 46 for GP, pat me on my back. | | |
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I don't want my posts to seem super flaky, can't-understand-what-da-shizz-she's-saying. I hope to whoever actually bothers to read this hahaaaa you guys can just tolerate with whatever blabber, and blubber I have. please don't think this blog's a she's-an-england-wannabe, coz I'm not like youknowwho (I hope you don't, but I hope they do). plastic has been defined; non-biodegradeble, cannot return your natural roots to earth, aka never down to earth, never realistic of what is going around. how can I go to camp like this? pray. the inner core needs to be broken and out flows lava. hot. | | |
| JULY:
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation (problem is, what kind?). Easily consoled (cajoled and pacified like a baby, easy like a pacifier?). Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings (does this include paranoia?). Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly (this I like). Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets (spells tragedy). Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things (that's as crazy as the moon is logically made of bees and hammers). Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully (correctly?). Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. (I can only hope) No difficulties in studying (I can only hope even more). Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
I think the reason why people have a fascination with personality questions (I know I did and I thought I was the only soul on this planet to think so. Now I know enough to form a union); we are stuck in an identity crisis and hope to find ourselves through these so called detailed analysis of our unique characters. we forgot that we can't really trust one person or a few of them out there who had all the time and the sanity in the world to come up with such stuff. trust is one thing. being fooled into the hoopla is another. don't you know you've made someone so happy today. sadly, you don't.
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promos, I love/hate you. you're so ambivalent to me. please don't. gimme a straight clear cut clue on what to do. no, I think I know what to do, but it's how/when/what/WHY. why should I continue to do this when I have absolutely no clue on what to do in the first place.
the present for working for the present moment is... the future? yet when it comes to the crunch of the future, I'm as broken as a snickers bar in a tubby 10 year old boy's pocket. futility. pours water into a glass with a hole in the bottom. | | |
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