tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56165862011-04-22T03:57:08.339+08:00conglomerate.confederate.quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.comBlogger2151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1114283785725669272005-04-24T03:11:00.000+08:002005-04-25T23:24:15.553+08:00it's such a shame for us to partconglomerate.confederateRIPapril03-april05i'm so love in with youcos you make me feel so brand newlet's stay together, loving you whethertimes are good or bad, happy or sadquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1113920658806043292005-04-19T22:15:00.000+08:002005-04-23T00:23:03.296+08:00this be the verse [philip larkin]bernard mentioned paedophilia, and then i remembered this poem that both mr purvis and mr macconnell mentioned, of which only the latter quoted ad verbatim. whee- gives a whole new spin to it if you think along those lines, no?Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do.They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1113755932795277842005-04-18T00:38:00.000+08:002005-04-18T00:38:52.796+08:00get ready for some major changes, coming your way soon.quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1112466325161835102005-04-13T00:22:00.000+08:002005-04-13T00:42:41.776+08:00music: jewel - standi'm very pleased and satisfied with myself! i conquered certain things since i've been gone. such as my lethargy, my procrastination and my shyness. things are looking good in certain respects. very, very good. but then others seem to be going down. it's always like that. i think there's like, a balance that has to be struck. not everything can be going well at once. so these things just keep on quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1111691503718811002005-03-24T23:58:00.000+08:002005-03-25T04:19:43.190+08:00i'm really disturbed by something that happened on monday. actually it happened a long time ago, i'm not even sure when, but i only found out on monday.AT LEAST 300 SMACKEROOS VAPOURISED FROM MY ROOM.yup, and i told my mom. and she thinks it's probably one of my brother's classmates who came here a few times before. now, this is really weird. this boy borrows money from everyone in class, and quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1110967224014797752005-03-19T17:45:00.000+08:002005-03-20T02:03:30.196+08:00emotional luxuries and sentimentalities have to be thrown aside, there's just too much in the immediate and i can't allow myself to fall back anymore than i already have. it's hard, it's hard but.. but.. nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard~ chris martin has such a beautifully melancholic voice.clearing my room and filing is like fighting a lost cause. sheafs and sheafsquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1110802605728209062005-03-14T19:50:00.000+08:002005-03-15T03:02:45.300+08:00[ETA] this is not angst, in response to comments. this post cannot be categorized and summarised into a single word descriptor. besides, i am too old and tired for angst. god, i hate that word. it sounds so juvenile and crass. and reading this again, i realise that it's very easy for the casual reader to construe this in a certain way. so for the record, no it's not what you're thinking it is. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1110706181264787602005-03-13T16:34:00.000+08:002005-03-13T23:36:44.833+08:00[ETA] at taka today, my dad told me out of the blue that i could buy anything i wanted from kino whilst we were walking towards it, cos my brother was inside. imagine my surprise when i saw hitchikers guide to the galaxy in an omnibus edition with all 5 parts inside, within a minute of stepping in! i picked it up promptly. dad remarked, "this was when i was around your age!"[/ETA]this has been quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1110125841543033912005-03-06T23:16:00.000+08:002005-03-07T00:39:49.393+08:00camp yesterday, glad everyone found the treasure hunt fun. was feeling kinda 'emo' to put it in liyana's words cos i thought the camp was quite disappointing and fell from expectations. after that kind of mental work and effort put in, it gets frustrating when only half to 3/4 of the people turn up, and people get missing because of things like daisy auditions that cause the originally planned 6 quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1109698964076075152005-03-02T01:40:00.000+08:002005-03-02T02:10:22.556+08:00nicky would be very glad to hear this.There's a song that's inside of my soul It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again I'm awake in the infinite cold But You sing to me over and over again maybe it's not the right thing. but at least it's something.So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands And pray to be only Yours I pray to be only Yours I know now You're my only quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1109438492526409652005-02-27T01:00:00.000+08:002005-02-27T17:58:41.163+08:00and so it is over. very interesting feelings i have.not gonna be typing very coherently. mind in a jumble. not entirely.. lucid.sentosa learning journey on saturday. i didn't go. couldn't anyway. i had dental, and i was so tired i went home to sleep, only to wake up with my head throbbing. feeling feverish. i haven't even slept on my bed the whole of the past week. i feel like dying. i'm sick, quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1108900278394045752005-02-20T19:26:00.000+08:002005-02-20T20:56:31.730+08:00there's this feeling of not being anywhere. i'm not flying high in the sky, i'm not in the depths of darkness. i'm just.. lost. in the middle of the ocean. sounds like such a cliche doesn't it, but it's true. i feel like i'm just alternately flailing and floating in this huge body of water and in the distance i see land. and then i turn my head and i see land again in another direction. and i quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1108120798663646492005-02-11T18:55:00.000+08:002005-02-11T19:19:58.666+08:00i need another 5 more days of holiday! 5 weeks would be good too. hurrah, only one more month of school left to go before the respite.and i can't stand the way my mom always does her muakmuak thing that aps, vaish and jenn did last year during dramafest with the relatives everytime we go a-visiting. i mean it's fine but after she does it she tells me loudy enough for anyone in the vicinity to quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1107532478176153082005-02-05T21:18:00.000+08:002005-02-05T21:27:49.810+08:00in about a month, i will turn eighteen.
and i am feeling ennui, stronger than ever before.
it's funny, it really is. because i used to be so angsty (and maybe i still am now, but it's all controlled), about everything that happened. but that's being a teenager for you. everything about the world is crap and we have to go against it. i was always unhappy with things. that isn't to say i'm not quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1107353716129617702005-02-02T22:12:00.000+08:002005-02-02T22:19:27.556+08:00[ yu. ] this is eugene oh. says:
but strangely, i'm a mortal against my will!
[ yu. ] this is eugene oh. says:
oh well
[ yu. ] this is eugene oh. says:
will make the best of it
these lines are unintentionally poetic, for they are not merely about a somewhat amusing, but mostly trivial game that happens in junior colleges for the first few months of every year, but are about life.
for we are quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1107171879981705332005-01-31T19:29:00.000+08:002005-02-02T22:21:03.043+08:00today was a good day for many reasons, in no order of merit, or chronology.
1. i saw triple threat throughout the day. kooky already lar me.
2. degs said hi!!! (that smile, baby)
3. seventh heaven surprise, lights up ya life.
4. i could finish a gp essay in class, when i normally can't.
5. good news for wednesday.
6. i scored a try during pe. granted, it was touchrug but whatever.
7. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1106983954328927642005-01-30T15:23:00.000+08:002005-01-30T12:07:25.750+08:00in retrospect, (even reflecting on events the day before is counted as retrospect, like how kelly talks about waking up in the middle of the night with the perfect comeback but it's too late, it's too late..) i think that it's ok.
i can take this, i could always take it. i'm satisfied with life i suppose. i'm easily satisfied. but wait. am i satisfied or am i just too lazy to find something new?quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1106825056196497102005-01-27T19:22:00.000+08:002005-01-30T12:02:18.523+08:00it amazes me how self-delusional some people are.
anyway, done lots of thinking. and i realised that possibly the most irritating kind of person is the presumptuous kind, who think they know everything about you when you don't even know half of what they profess to know about you.
all art is quite useless - oscar wilde.
quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1106399774249411352005-01-22T20:56:00.000+08:002005-01-22T21:38:19.086+08:00i just cried again.
tearless, of course.
i mean, i can turn on the tap if i want to. over the years i trained myself to tear on cue, and i learnt how to make my body do it. and so if i wanted the tap to remain jammed, i could do so just as well.
it's one of those sobbing things. you go through daily life, doing stuff like homework, or surfing the internet and then insidiously you start heavingquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1106142495918933612005-01-19T21:36:00.000+08:002005-01-21T01:06:40.046+08:00i've never felt more happy and more depressed at the same time.
i've never felt more angry and disappointed.
i've never felt more inspired and motivated.
i've never felt more vindicated and justified.
i've never felt more intimidated and villified.
i've never felt more constricted and inhibited.
i've never felt more liberated and emancipated.
i've never.. kissed you.
shitting and pissing.quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1106063822674929712005-01-18T23:50:00.000+08:002005-01-18T23:59:27.210+08:00i shall watch what i say from now on. and be really careful about who i trust.
guess it's not too late for a new year's resolution. to not be a motormouth, or hyperhands.
it's best to remain silent, and keep it all inside.
whoever said to let it all out was wrong.
and suddenly every face turns strange
quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1105970207391725302005-01-17T21:55:00.000+08:002005-01-17T22:08:51.816+08:00i have just been told that i bitch too much, and i am too bitter.
maybe it's true.
and that means that. maybe it's time to close down this blog.
people misinterpret things way too often anyway.
it's best not to say anything at all.
it's a tough decision.
either you sell out, and bitch, or write juicy controversial stuff to get more viewership.
or you censor yourself, and people come quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1105722126144655582005-01-14T23:32:00.000+08:002005-01-17T21:54:02.720+08:00wow. there are some things that i'm really grouchy about but some more that i'm really =D about.
1. today's econs lecture was the first time i actually slept during curriculum time this year. shit la. after 9 days of resolving not to sleep in anything. well i guess it was a long enough stretch, and a rather good record for me. if i sleep once every 9 days i'm on my way to academic success!
2. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1105259190855412772005-01-09T16:13:00.000+08:002005-01-09T16:34:08.226+08:00yay. ipod mini! i never knew they had to be named. some pretty funny conversations regarding them.. good times!
mike! "7th heaven" in 2005. ipodmini says:
what shud i call my mini
matin ????? Shazaea~ says:
issit a guy or girl?
mike! "7th heaven" in 2005. ipodmini says:
you mean they have SEXES?!?!
matin ????? Shazaea~ says:
err yah.
matin ????? Shazaea~ says:
well it can just be like.. amoebic
quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1105191710828681782005-01-08T21:30:00.000+08:002005-01-09T03:49:04.660+08:00eta: watching cruel intentions 2 on tv just now by mere luck of channel surfing was a blast! even though surfing and checking it out on imdb.com and amazon garnered some not too pleasant reviews, etc, it still rocks. guess i have to get my hands on the original version of the show to see how good it is, seeing how everyone praises it (in comparison to its 2 sequels, one of them being a quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1104874101915213482005-01-05T05:19:00.000+08:002005-01-05T05:28:21.916+08:00i know this is early in the morning but i slept earlier anyway so whatever. and i had to bitch.
some stupid fake eyelid person insisted last year, just before promos, that we were told to do the MCQs of a certain end of year chapter. and well, well, well. what do i find out. we get the tutorial only this year. and there in all its shining glory, is written the MCQ sections of the TYS for that quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1104437707267130152004-12-31T02:58:00.000+08:002004-12-31T05:57:07.856+08:00righto. here i am blogging at 3am on new year's eve. with only 21 more hours to go before the stroke of midnight, and when a new year'll be ushered in.
newsflash: I AM NOT READY!
thanks to warcraft, which has insiduously hooked me about two weeks ago, my planned last minute dash for holiday homework has failed. i KNOW there's not enough time. since i'll be out the rest of today after i awake, quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1104083668096470932004-12-27T01:15:00.000+08:002004-12-27T02:47:25.130+08:00merry christmas to all, may you experience peace and love during this period with your loved ones.
i'm ridiculously slow when it comes to catching onto fads or things that are nice and/or in good taste. that would be wc3, and Oasis respectively. what a stroke of genius, even if they are just a poseur band trying to be nu-beatles. sampling john lennon's imagine, as the opening notes to the song. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1103566072403863382004-12-21T01:51:00.000+08:002004-12-22T21:57:05.016+08:00On the twelth day of christmas my true love gave to me,
12 contacts glinting (if they're monthlies i can last till next christmas)
11 sets of clothing (diversity, please. and gotta look good on me)
10 pairs to run in (shoes AND socks AND slippers AND sandles)
9 checks to write in (obviously, they'd be blank and addressed to me)
8 talents playing (sports, music, whatever.. i need teachers)
7quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1102447940382802582004-12-11T23:24:00.000+08:002004-12-21T01:48:45.213+08:00just haven't felt an urge to blog. so what happened after work attachment (which imo, wasn't as fruitful an experience as it could have been. we did do some interesting stuff, but less than the other teams.) ended?
can't really remember. too many things.
wheee.
tried growing out my nails really long, but i don't get how girls can keep their nails so long. it's such an irritant and it gets in quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1102107293875660332004-12-04T04:51:00.001+08:002004-12-21T01:50:25.196+08:00For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Michael has no white space or margins on a typical sheet of paper. Michael fills up every last inch on the top, right, left, and bottom. Hmmm. If this is true, then Michael has a very aggressive personality toward quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1101152848032518722004-11-23T03:35:00.000+08:002004-11-23T03:47:28.033+08:00this has got to be one of my most favourite songs ever. i could play it on end repeatedly. it's beautiful. jonathan foreman has an emotive voice. and i love how they write such great love songs that are generic. they're a christian band.. "you" could refer to God or to a girl. interesting.
Switchfoot - Learning to Breathe
Hello, good morning, how you do?
What makes your rising sun so new?
I quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1100844458590914552004-11-19T14:05:00.000+08:002004-11-19T14:59:49.316+08:00i'm working now but i don't care!!!
finished most of my work already anyway.
I GOT LIT S!!
YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
(finally, for once something's gone right this year.)
quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1100624381249916022004-11-17T01:44:00.000+08:002004-11-17T00:59:41.250+08:00job attachment at SHM. first day was really fun with the open house and the kids and the sandart and balloon sculpture and deepavali and all. THONG if you are reading this!!! the HENNA ARRRRRGH. it's horrendous. but your swan is damn pretty. haha. not the balloon one.
second day, today. OMG. i was alone for like 9 hours and this kanmany after slim10 was really nice, but she's also quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1100025837584115362004-11-10T02:29:00.000+08:002004-11-10T02:49:57.240+08:00fuck, i was right. my days as an artisan are over.
i never loved you in that way, to set the record straight. *ahem*
i've lost my way with words, a metaphor which i THOUGHT was good ended up with disastrous effects. everything was misinterpreted. added to that the fact that T/S's (whichever you please) somewhat educated but offtangent guess planted that seed of thought in your mind. but it is quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1099941130616718262004-11-09T01:58:00.000+08:002004-11-09T03:12:10.616+08:00i think there's a direct relation to my posting and my viewership. interestingly enough, people know exactly when i update my blog, and the number of hits just jumps up, for a few days, then goes back to stagnation again. it's almost as if there's this network of people out there who go, "hey, michael updated already. go check it out!" it's rather freaky. why, did i say something funny? did i sayquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1099066158374910762004-10-29T23:53:00.000+08:002004-10-30T23:11:40.836+08:00i guess this comeback was inevitable. i needed to return to make my peace, say my piece and get it over and done with. there are just so many things i need to address but i don't really know how or where to start. anyway. each section is referring to a different person/event so don't mix them up thinking that i'm schizophrenic or something.
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perhaps i should begin with quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1098716188020171552004-10-25T22:40:00.000+08:002004-10-25T22:56:28.020+08:00it will come soon, it will all come soon.
my expose. my letter of truth. now, doesn't that just sound like britney's supposed letter of truth? it ended up being some corny rubbishy few paragraphs that i could muck together myself in the span of 5 minutes.
well, i guess as the owner of this blog:
My prerogative right now is to just chill & let all of the other overexposed rj students linked quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1098274564708935392004-10-20T20:09:00.000+08:002004-10-20T20:16:04.706+08:00i don't know what to say.
i just don't know what to say anymore.
everything a lie, and i needed that verbal slap in the face.
to tell me everything was just a lie.
and now that there is nothing, what comes next?
shall it just be, another vicious cycle?
quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1097503187062603022004-10-11T20:39:00.000+08:002004-10-12T15:12:44.126+08:00ETA: going back home today with you, makes me remember that you are not merely an online presence, but a real person. it also reminds me of why i liked you before, and why i still like you now, in a different way. your very essence is just to shine. and yes, there is more i know. there is more, there is more. don't doubt yourself, we are unique but you are more unique than others. and emotional quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1097086104401637682004-10-07T01:11:00.000+08:002004-10-07T02:41:38.133+08:00the other day, my dad saw me studying econs. and he was like "you're studying econs right.. so you can answer any question i give you" and before i could reply he said "based on what you know, do you think the economy is getting better or getting worse" and i was thinking like "wtf, it's a freaking macro question la. how the hell do you want me to answer that. and it's not like i'm damn good". quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1096737596575736502004-10-03T01:15:00.000+08:002004-10-03T20:53:11.496+08:00edit: it's gonna take a miracle of sorts to get one, let alone two S papers. let's hope the gods of fortune smile on me this time. this one, just this once. you've taken enough away from me this year.
One Day I'll Fly Away - Nicole Kidman (taken from Moulin Rouge)
I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1096406323737780112004-09-29T23:41:00.000+08:002004-09-30T00:16:12.336+08:00we've finally finished the second written report draft to a somewhat satisfying state that will suffice for now. satisficing!!! different aims of teacher and students!!! ok, right. thank god we can finally drop this till the promos end. 2969 words. what a nice number.
pw reveals so, so much about the human nature. i suppose that's its only benefit. almost everyone that i've interacted with quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1095960961840569912004-09-24T01:31:00.000+08:002004-09-24T02:09:07.780+08:00i feel good about myself. i needed this confidence boost. haha.
i solved a math question! (that stumped medfac students) and they're not scum-of-the-earth medfac students either. :)
they were stymied by it. and then i came along, popped by and thought it looked easy. (easy breezy hahaha!!) and i did it!
take that! all you "lookdown on arts" sluts! that surely shut them up.
oh and plus !!! it quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1095782193881021322004-09-21T23:28:00.000+08:002004-09-22T03:33:34.450+08:00blah. computer died at -just- the right time, on saturday. how "lucky", especially during pw, when the only copy of the (p5 health education project) written report is on my computer.
so today terminator cuts my queue at the yongtaufoo store and goes in her usual slur, "hi michael.. let me go first ah.. i have pw lesson arrhhh" and i'm like fine. then after she hands in her bowl to the auntie, quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1095184820717022072004-09-15T01:45:00.000+08:002004-09-15T02:24:41.313+08:00hmm i've got a wishlist too but that'll come up later! :)
(it's not just restricted to girls and bimbs only, you know. haha, but then again, i'm the original himbo. right? lol.)
anyway, i've been (somewhat) voraciously reading lately. but it's not academia, ugh! just finished the da vinci code. i know i'm slow, but whatever. interesting how everything sort of tied up itself, albeit in a not veryquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1094894047394016152004-09-11T16:25:00.000+08:002004-09-11T17:29:11.330+08:00i feel squandered. SQUANDERED. not wasted, not robbed. but SQUANDERED. but i shouldn't have expected anything less from these holidays. looking at it, i think the distractions of people aren't as strong as the allure of the computer (this very entry is the ocular proof of my lack of self-control and discipline). should have tried going to school, or outside, or somewhere to study. but it's kinda quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1094499114783106772004-09-07T02:59:00.000+08:002004-09-07T03:31:54.783+08:00i am in major trouble. i HAVE to catch onto the second growth spurt of puberty. although i might have missed the train 2 years ago, who knows. but i so need it badly. i am short, by male standards. i'm not even 1.7m tall. certain body parts (like my hands and feet, what were you thinking) are stuck at the same size as they were a few years ago. so is my height, which has stagnated at this level quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1094317890278749932004-09-04T23:18:00.000+08:002004-09-05T01:23:05.800+08:00things to settle first. i will not be in singapore for a day or so. will be back around monday afternoon. so don't bother looking for me. mom's last minute decision to go to malaysia, and why not? maybe i'll get some shopping done this time. but then again, what can you get in BP?
secondly, 1E people i know you read this: just a reminder, or an announcement for those who were absent or just quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1094108902493419622004-09-02T14:37:00.000+08:002004-09-02T17:48:00.126+08:00on a crappy streak lately. and it's all in time to herald in the break. well actually, i've started it already lar. cannot take it liao.
tuesday. funny giraffe-like econs woman doing her chikaboomboom chikaboom thang. jasminetan strutting her stuff as best as anyone can in a trashbag. icedtea spoof. kwok was taught by retrobabe!! whoa. really old, eh. testicular earrings. order of the day. but quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1093885171868727992004-08-30T23:46:00.000+08:002004-08-31T00:59:31.866+08:00i had zilch sleep, nada. nothing. finito. none. zero. lei. on sunday night. literally. wrapped up at 0615hrs and proceeded on to bathe, prepare for school, etc. and all because i had to do stupid pw and int hist essay.
woooo and guess what? pandian was absent. i was so freaking pissed!! it's like i could have slept at 2 instead of slogging my ass off? but come to think of it it's better since i quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1093770300420546982004-08-29T16:43:00.000+08:002004-08-29T17:05:00.420+08:00lysistrata PPP at aps' house yesterday. much more successful than the first one for dramafeste a few months ago. rasam rice, vegetarian pasta, cake, brownies, bacardi and beer.
insane swinging on the flimsy bar that bends and sways in tandem with the forward-backward (or left-right depending on your orientation) movement. climbing like monkeys all over the bars and wondering if they'd break. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1093442228676159292004-08-27T23:11:00.000+08:002004-08-28T04:50:14.746+08:00alright. i have no idea how come my post got deleted. bloody irritating. ugh !!! i'm back after a hiatus of a fortnight or so. and you know what to do - tell your friends that this place is updated! ok i shall just say whatever comes to my mind. susilo rocks!!! he's damn shuai4. score one point for guys with 5 syllable names where 3 come from their surname ending with an "oh" sound!! wooohooo !!
quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1092250712820760212004-08-12T01:52:00.000+08:002004-08-16T01:07:51.656+08:00the past few months. actually no, the past few years rather. have been constantly showing me that i have an internet addiction, and that i need to snap out of this unconscious dependence. it is affecting me in every way possible from being a proper person.
after the dust has settled, after things have been laid to rest in a short while, i shall allow my brother as much time as he wants on the quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1092145874636558132004-08-10T20:35:00.000+08:002004-08-10T21:51:14.636+08:00and all this just because i didn't want to embark on a 5 essay herculean task. ihOseaPCecons.
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1. name: michael
2. single or taken: the former. you wanna change that?
3. sex: xy
4. birthday: 7march
5. siblings: a nuisance masquerading as a younger male next of kin.
6. hair color: black
7. eye color: black too, i think.
8. shoe size: i really don't know. doesn't it depend on cutting too?
9. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1091955503406970582004-08-08T16:05:00.000+08:002004-08-08T17:54:58.483+08:00i just came back from town with my family, and i feel somewhat satisfied after a rather (relative word used) fruitful shopping trip... to kinokuniya and borders. that of course, was capitalising on the 20% storewide sale that kino had and the vouchers that we had for borders and the 15% as well. was a bit pissed because i was led on by my parents to believe they were in a generous mood, but i quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1091481756606674262004-08-03T22:21:00.000+08:002004-08-09T22:04:10.093+08:00well. it's been a really really long time. actually, just merely a week. but it seems like so long. was jam-packed with activities so i couldn't really blog. everyday i wanted to, but i just couldn't find the time.
interjection: i've finally changed the song in the sidebar. and in the wake of bernard, xiangwei, and lately claudia, i've given everyone comments under their hyperlinks.. so just quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1090952817204462662004-07-28T02:10:00.000+08:002004-07-29T01:17:06.166+08:00well yes. i did less than you, definitely. it isn't my fault though that i couldn't come earlier. hur. but it hurts, it was just a reminder that you were always better than me. that i will always be a shadow in your presence. and i really didn't want you to turn up today. but you did. i can't prevent you from doing so, can i?
and all i wanted was just a bit of recognition.
i mean, just quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1090739998025656872004-07-25T14:44:00.000+08:002004-07-25T15:30:49.433+08:00like a wide expanse of white snow, so is my slate of achievements. my uncle bobby once dug into snow before, and guess what he found?
dig into the snow and you'll find a corpse, a skeleton the closet.
what the hell possessed me to put on braces?
anyway, taking a mental stockcheck, i realise that i'm quite inundated with a backlog of work, from the various subjects. if it's not work/quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1090433402599284462004-07-21T23:47:00.000+08:002004-07-22T02:17:20.146+08:00tired. that's what i am. that's what we all are. i wonder what i'm going through all this for. i've got a vague inkling but i'm in no mood for that now.
today was a weird day. it was fun and happy in a weird way. the missing botox babe allowed us 2 free periods, and me in hadri's jubah to which joshua commented, "i like your cute costume, it reminds me of maotzedung" and the other joshua was quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1090077672699356532004-07-17T23:19:00.000+08:002004-07-18T16:23:12.586+08:00alritey. i've finally gotten my braces on and man do they hurt! and they're quite gross cos food particles accumulate very quickly in the grooves and ridges. after eating a plate full of soft, chewable siewmai, i was grossed out to discover i had a huge clump of meat stuck in between my teeth. won't they look ugly after you eat? that's motivation to eat less then! oh and yes, whoever it was from quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1089552989074191902004-07-11T21:36:00.000+08:002004-07-12T21:26:00.100+08:00now look, just because you do something doesn't mean i'm obliged to follow in your stupidity, or anything of that sort. i don't believe a single word you say, or claim in protest for yourself. you always had a problem with me but i was just too blinded earlier to see through all that. i guess then, that this is when the cracks started forming, only later did my eyes start to open. this is not a quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1089295454779187872004-07-08T22:02:00.000+08:002004-07-09T01:27:36.700+08:00just got my teeth extracted! my lip's numb, my mouth's bleeding, my gum feels chunky, ulcers are developing, but this is worth it. all the pleasure is worth all the pain. i wonder if this is the right thing to do, i hope i don't get some infection and everything gets screwed. aiyah, whatever. terrible start to a daunting 2 years. those intending to, -brace- yourselves (sorry for the bad pun).
quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1088876682514719042004-07-04T01:41:00.000+08:002004-07-04T23:03:42.203+08:00edit: what hypocrisy, what shit. from the supposed guiding lights. how can you just turn around after a huge, -physical- argument and then pretend half a day later, that nothing happened. that there were no heated words exchanged, that there were no cold glares, that there were no empty threats? oh, they're empty alright, a few days later you'll just forget it all, and that's when the cycle of a quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1088619881260593012004-07-01T02:24:00.000+08:002004-07-01T14:04:11.886+08:00editted to add in the afternoon - i'm not so amused anymore. the dental clinic called, and the dentist is... SICK. my appointment's been cancelled indefinitely. WHAT THE HELL, so troublesome! and that idiot only works like a few days a month, and he HAD to fall sick today.
commons are getting progressively better for me, from the nadir of history to the... well let's just say there'll probably quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1088511209635296862004-06-29T19:39:00.000+08:002004-06-30T02:27:28.853+08:00have you ever sat in an exam hall, fiddling with your pen, watching a sea of bobbing heads and hands moving across the table from left to right in unison- and then you look at the clock every 5 minutes, and think to yourself, "i've got too much time"?
yup, i experienced that for history. mmhmm. haha, my very first academic failure in my life, and i don't mean literally. i've failed before but quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1088101713528301002004-06-25T01:00:00.000+08:002004-06-25T03:52:15.020+08:00first and foremost, thanks a million to claudia for the wonderful new template!! although i did screw around abit with it. yup.
oh my, i had these funny things applied to my teeth last saturday. what with the weird molds getting stuffed in and taking a shape of my teeth and me biting the strip of wax and having this dogcollar-like thing shoved in my mouth and the dentist taking photos of me all quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1087571835642229142004-06-18T22:27:00.000+08:002004-06-18T23:31:03.810+08:00Baby cried the day the circus came to town,
'Cause she didn't want parades just passing by her.
So she painted on a smile and took up with some clown,
While she danced without a net upon the wire.
I know a lot about her, 'cause you see,
Baby, is an awful lot like me.
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1. suddenly, it struck me that there's only about a week left before commontests. i am TOTALLY quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1087227964830128622004-06-14T23:45:00.000+08:002004-06-16T02:02:54.076+08:00sorry to my loyal fans. just didn't feel the drive to blog. i'm back, safe and sound from mount ophir, no bones broken, a few bruises, quite a few cuts. but i'm fine, definitely.
it was quite a fun experience, to say the least. betty and her pornsite/bonsai trees. the "KFC". the rapelling. humping the trunk along with the rope. the splish-splashing in the cool stream. icemilo. the guzzler. tudzquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1086613463884600902004-06-07T20:05:00.000+08:002004-06-07T21:04:23.883+08:00dear loyal readers of this blog (however much of you that are still remaining in singapore/have internet access at whichever part of the globe you're on at this moment in time), i shall be out of the country tomorrow, attempting to scale a mound of earth that's said to be quite a few times the height of bukit timah, in some retarded country. if i'm still alive after it all, wondering what on quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1086374619676817622004-06-05T02:27:00.000+08:002004-06-05T02:46:10.213+08:00just had a nice little phone call with wc. after so much rubbish, i'm still able to talk about almost anything with you. and i guess yes, you have grown up. but not after prometheum. later than that actually, heh.
it's so true. people were put early in your life for a reason.
you rock! haha and so does my cute little runner-up... along with that unphotogenic prefect of yours.. but nvm, thanks forquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1086190050925249472004-06-02T23:17:00.000+08:002004-06-03T15:48:28.626+08:00i love my CD-RW drive.
i love gwen stefani.
i love no doubt.
i love my mom, who's a real sweetheart.
i love azizul too, if he gives me his tragic kingdom. or anyone else for that matter.
i love to live.
and it was so funny how i thought, after countless sign-in times today, that i wouldn't see you. but i did.
and i was going to do my work tonight instead. postponed, then. or maybe i'll quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1086024021624126102004-06-01T01:12:00.000+08:002004-06-01T01:20:21.623+08:00where did i go wrong?
that you may be so damn cold,
now i am alone.
hmm. i can write my own haiku!
or how about,
what the fuck happened,
you did a hundred-eighty
who am i to you?
i'm feeling so tired. these holidays, i suppose are good. as compared to many of my holidays the past few years, they appear much more relaxed. and it's time to get back to the real crux of things. no, not cca. it's quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1085921340356915542004-05-30T19:21:00.000+08:002004-05-30T20:58:05.623+08:00reached home at 11.50 last night, but only just got the time and mustered the nerves and energy to sit here to type. how fun, i work myself up for everyone's pleasure.
ok, whatever. i found cip camp rather boring, but maybe that's cos i didn't get to interact much with the kids, instead i was just a games i/c. the last time i had some sort of cip camp with underpriveleged kids was about 2 years quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1085743678311849222004-05-28T19:09:00.000+08:002004-05-28T19:41:56.380+08:00ugh. my intuition this morning when i woke up was right. there would be no point in going to school. i wanted to pon, really i did. but my mom refused to write me a letter, so there. two-thirds of the class were MIA for some reason or another, most notable of which was the excuse "feeling horrible". -grin- econs and math lectures were a waste of time, math tutorial was a hilarious bitching quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1085673098557764922004-05-27T23:51:00.000+08:002004-05-28T19:09:30.913+08:00hmm. wellza. what's up lately?
i got my 15 tags! (and more!!!) duty paid in full, but there are so many freeloaders out there! shame on you, people. that's the problem with public goods, man. (econs, as helen of rjc would attest to) you stand to lose all the time. resisted the temptation to blog, and my "strike" was fun. oh well.
worm, melmo, bernie(though you don't count), lybra, remiel, quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1084812470397505622004-05-18T00:39:00.000+08:002004-05-18T02:02:21.866+08:00i hate the retro babe. looks like nicole and i are partners in arms. although i'm just her sidekick. i pretty much dislike retrobitch's targetting and arrowing me, especially today, but it's not as rampant as nicole's so i shan't complain that much. i loved that ceteris paribus comment! that was classic.
wtf was that whole shit about today. and the comments at ptm. hello, my C for the previous quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1084549172240786682004-05-14T23:39:00.000+08:002004-05-15T01:40:08.436+08:00today was good. in a really slack way.
i only attended 2 lectures! and i stayed awake!! berns came to rj today to sell his oddcoupletix. bought 4. yeah. the final 4. anyway.
hcjc has a very beautiful campus. but chinese high's campus is 10 times prettier. it's got this damn river flowing through the school lar. reminds me abit of sentosa, but nevermind. the compound is CHIO man. and it's quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1084290758656989622004-05-11T23:52:00.000+08:002004-05-12T00:49:57.390+08:00well actually, what WAS i thinking? who did i think i was.
well that's ok. 2004 is THE year of failure. everything i embarked on just felt flat. so let's make a checklist. dirrty. kumar. linkinpark. napoleon. what comes next? will it be another drop? will it be barisan socialis next? then OverTime? then a pluralising singular letter suffix? hohoho.
it's a bloody eternally decreasing function quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1084125446493378882004-05-10T01:57:00.000+08:002004-05-10T02:50:02.060+08:00why the hell isn't the tagboard working? it's got that irritating "temporary error" sign, and it's only afflicted on certain boards, not all. this is so unfair! i want comments~!!
blah. moveandgroove. rhyme liao lor. haha. it was not bad i suppose. but i kinda agree that vj had more of a carnival feel. i think it all lies in the campus. there's nothing more. perhaps the people. but i hardly quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1084038775748322852004-05-09T01:52:00.000+08:002004-05-09T01:56:10.436+08:00just came home some time ago. something funny happened yesterday. as i was walking out of school, a little bird flew by (how reminiscent of bayley dramafest 2002, of which waikit egotistically reminded me of a few hours ago), stopped in front of me, and (literally) in a blink of the eyes, there was a patch of white milky liquid in between its two legs. then it flew off again. i just stopped shortquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1083946132871126782004-05-08T00:08:00.000+08:002004-05-08T00:20:07.873+08:00haha. what an embarrassing barrage of events. but it's all over now and things are the same as before the past 2 weeks, or better i suppose. =) you gotta move on man. anyway. that isn't really a huge thing. faced much bigger setbacks in life. especially the past half year. so, no biggie there. of course, the march thing was a minor victory but besides that... oh well. hey c'mon i still have 1.5 quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1083434457980775702004-05-02T02:00:00.000+08:002004-05-02T03:03:28.606+08:00hmm. haven't updated in awhile. so how's life? it's on the up and up, i think. i don't know. in terms of certain affairs and realms of life. yeah. we'll know soon about the others in the next couple of weeks and months. pretty long time to wait, but hey. guess what. we've passed the midmark for the term! only 4 more weeks to go. to a nice long June break.
anyway, time for some faux quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1082905213044030282004-04-25T23:00:00.000+08:002004-04-26T21:43:29.513+08:00dance nite was whoa. in all ways. the magnitude. the size. the people. the energy. the technique. the form. and i think that's about the only performing event that'll ever reach that state of being sold out. it seemed to be an event where everyone was present. somehow, there was something inspiring about the whole thing, yet at the same time feeling so crushed, but i've yet to put my finger on itquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1082561334793216942004-04-21T23:28:00.000+08:002004-04-21T23:46:52.890+08:00hmm. i really have to stop turning in at 2 every night, and ending up sleeping at inopportune times throughout the whole day. it's really messing around with me and SCREWING up my life, spoiling schedules and plans and moods and everything. F. i suppose my retribution for such is having stunted growth since god knows when. i hate this i hate this i hate this. from one of the tallest to one of thequixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1082217060419039252004-04-17T23:51:00.000+08:002004-04-18T02:50:53.076+08:00hmm, just reached home not too long ago, and am in ri uniform. just realised that this will be my utmost last time in the white ensemble. i mean, yeah i have another 1.5 years more of it, but that's the pleated, crisper version. so i guess i'll stay awhile longer in this before changing out for the final time. after all, it is much lighter and cooler. interestingly enough, it's the one with QA quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1082028855890488942004-04-15T19:34:00.000+08:002004-04-16T01:57:29.513+08:00i lied. i never got over it at all, and today was the worst day ever.
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wooopy dooo~!! yippie yay~!! happy days are here again !!!
today, this morning, being of unstable emotional health, i came late. now, normally i would have just entered by the side gate at the courts and just hid in the indoorgym toilets, with the whole bevy of kindly but kaypoh aunties lounging at the benches a few quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1081869848071864952004-04-13T23:24:00.000+08:002004-04-16T01:40:58.890+08:00haha. this is so hilarious. the ironic shittiness of life. =)
just found out something.
it may be a lie to make me feel better, but i won't know still.
i guess i have to give the benefit of doubt to my source.
things aren't that bad after all. and you(s) still talk to me.
this may be a blessing in disguise. every cloud has a silver lining.
we shall see.
thanks to all who offered quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1081837758959631412004-04-13T14:29:00.000+08:002004-04-13T14:38:54.153+08:00oh well.
shouldawouldacoulda are the last words of a fool. that's not to say i'm not pissed. but i guess as time goes on it won't be acute anymore. it'll just be this dull throbbing pain every now and then, when i see them running about. when i see them planning stuff. when i see them having fun. when i see them staying back till ungodly hours. after we graduate, all that won't matter anymore. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1081776581357453462004-04-12T21:29:00.000+08:002004-04-12T23:30:55.263+08:00i guess with this post onwards i have to be careful what i blog, since i've decided to go public with my life. as in, truly public.
but still. this will be the only exception.
to all asking, NO i did not make it into council.
and NO i am not feeling well.
how the fuck would you feel.
what, did you think that was just some walk in the park? you think going up to 88 just to get cut down is quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1081704320902466892004-04-12T01:25:00.000+08:002004-04-12T18:07:02.233+08:00it's about 1am when i first start typing this post. the past weekend has been totally unfruitful. i said i'd be doing my work. i did none at all, none at all. and at such a time too. my spirituality is nada. it's been more than a year. and my physicality.. let's not dwell on that anymore, shall we?
i like my immortal by evanescence. isn't it weird, who's the immortal in this case? the lyrics quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1081423141858639932004-04-08T19:19:00.000+08:002004-04-08T19:21:46.763+08:00what was i thinking, really? why did i set myself up for it all, knowing that i'd most probably wouldn't make it.
it's been a bumpy ride, with really great highs and lows. i hope nana gets in. she really deserves to. foot as well.
oh well, what's done is done.
but i know that if i make it by some fluke, i'll devote my whole life to it. enslave my life, whatever. i'd owe it bigtime, seriously. quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1081344651104416202004-04-07T21:30:00.000+08:002004-04-07T21:33:34.873+08:00why does everyone say that "oh yeah, your speech was good la.. it was ok.. yada yada" when they weren't even listening? what's the point in empty comfort. i bet the retort question took them by surprise, when i asked them what i really said. no one could give an answer.
if it's bad, just say it next time. why lie to me.
and i said what i truly felt during the speech anyway, and i sincerely wishquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1081173467047984842004-04-05T21:57:00.000+08:002004-04-05T22:06:03.403+08:00i just had a very bad day (what's new?). slept at 4.30am this morning cos of new posters and the stupid banner which the guys came all the way over to my place to do. well. not exactly my place but jinping's void deck. imagine camping there till god knows when. ah well. and rushing to school in a damned taxi. and hiding in the indoor gym toilet during assembly (the volleyball courts side gate is quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1080920889162093182004-04-02T23:48:00.000+08:002004-04-03T02:03:12.983+08:00in a rather testy mood lately. i come to that point of time in my life again, when i realise that my writing is just plain terrible. there's no style. i mean, there is style but it's rather clumsy style, if you know what i mean. others can write in a sophisticated manner, i just write my heart out. blah. there goes my dreams of joining the media. my vocabulary is terrible too. i've got to sign upquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1080746176450585392004-03-31T23:16:00.000+08:002004-03-31T23:25:24.233+08:00eh. they're all so heartless and machiavellian and conniving. eh, what should i do? eh. why am i even here in the first place? screw it. ah well. i'm here already, i might as well just go ahead with it, as jose says. sheesh, if there's really something in me, i'd have seen it in me a long time ago. don't tell me 2 people a year older than me saw it before me? if they did, kudos to them but i quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1080575378601062742004-03-29T23:49:00.000+08:002004-03-29T23:52:13.140+08:00and so i got it. am i supposed to be happy that i made it when over a 100 people didn't? am i supposed to be sad when my friends and classmates didn't make it but i did? what am i supposed to feel? guess what, nothing's changed. i'm feeling devoid as usual. i predicted this morning that i'd have no reaction whatsoever to getting it. i mean, i did feel a bit happy, but besides that, there was quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1080480107224183052004-03-28T21:21:00.000+08:002004-03-28T21:29:09.890+08:00i think i should set things right and clarify. i don't hate or dislike that when it's split up or taken apart. it's fine really, cos that's the general rule of all human beings. basically nice. but- as an entity as a whole, it sucks big time, and i'm still having trouble adapting to it.
i'm having trouble deleting contacts on msn. i don't know who to delete, and i feel bad when i do it actually.quixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1080397758656271042004-03-27T22:29:00.000+08:002004-03-27T23:01:17.186+08:00i just had my interview today. i think i flubbed it really badly. as in really really badly. oh well, better now than later, since i can only blame myself at this stage for not getting in. better than the horrific realisation that no one really gives a damn about me. we'll know on tuesday i guess.
what do you think the two of us are thinking about you right now at the end of this interview?
nowquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5616586.post-1079970882735234072004-03-22T23:54:00.000+08:002004-03-23T01:13:27.466+08:0002 today. what am i supposed to feel about it? and on whose side am i on? i don't know. that's what happens when you try to be everyone's friend.
am very tired. i see the dam breaking now. it's cracking, it's getting wider and wider, the pressure is rising, until everything crashes and breaks down and i'm washed over in your diaorrhea. stinky, dirty and smelly, i am utterly humiliated and pissedquixotickahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14640455381316362473noreply@blogger.com0