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Saturday, August 8, 2009 4:26 PM

Because Blogger is not behaving.


i wasted 15 min on this
Monday, July 6, 2009 11:49 PM

"If you still think about it, let me know."


so here we are AGAIN
6:53 PM

I was actually doing my essay last night but then people HAD TO play Devil May Cry and make a huge fuss about Beowulf and dodging and it got me real intrigued.
So here I am, whining and emphasising on the AGAIN in BP's lyrics because all this is inevitable. Bah.


ass bee see ass
Saturday, July 4, 2009 6:53 PM

Someone has to disable the internet connection before I get any work done.
WILL SLEEP BEFORE 1 ON MONDAY WILL WILL WILL the flesh (and fats) is willing but the mind is weak.


there's no link
Monday, June 29, 2009 8:05 PM

As expected people were shocked/entertained by my hair. I'd have blushed from all the attention if my face wasn't red already (see: stress indicator. see also: history essay).
Zixuan kept saying "Julia Flyte" (Zixuan if you're reading this YOU ARE DOING THE RIGHT THING STOP MUGGING.) and people were "WHO THE HELL IS JULIA??????? WHAT'S THE FUCKING LINK?"
FYI Julia has short hair. That's all. Embarrassing yes.

In shorts:
LA Lecture: about the development of killer robots
Assembly period: about the tragic love story between me and my favourite seat in class


the attention-seeking exhibitionist/whore whines:
Saturday, June 27, 2009 8:24 PM

Holidays end so fast but holiday hw lasts forever.
Everything has expiry dates except liability clauses like me.
I want a war I want an epidemic I want the whole world to burn.
I have only about 5 more episodes of TSCC S2 to go (I’m sorry Karis and Shimei but TEMPTATION!!!!!!!).
Michael Jackson is finally more ubiquitous than Obama, but musical genius? King of pop?? Whoa, really??? But does he post YouTube videos of himself where he's topless and swear at his phone really loudly and then give this really awkward and adorable smile because if he doesn’t I’m really not interested at all. The living radiates more heat.


in order of importance
Friday, June 19, 2009 1:56 PM

1. In a failed attempt to be more like Julia Flyte, I have chopped off my hair and now I look like a siao zha bo(o)r.

2. Homework comes in number 2 on this list; quoting my sister: "WE'RE BACK IN REALITY." Oh, what a cruel world!!!!!!! I packed a pile of history notes to Jakarta but instead of reading them I indulged myself in Brideshead but Charles Ryder kept mentioning "the war" and Hitler and Chamberlain.

3. I CANNOT STAND PEOPLE WHO SLEEP OBSCENELY ON MY BED.

4. MOE please extend the holidays please please please.

5. I am unhealthy now. People should stop saying I'm thin because #1 I'm not and #2 it makes me want to eat more. Is there a conspiracy about to make me fat????

6. I have been rendered wireless (read: did not fondle any computers) for a week and now I am What the hell, "One More Chance"?????????-ing.

7. I missed Leverage and House. I hate catching up by watching reruns or by watching low quality clips on the net.

8. Despite the dominance of Miley Cyrus and Co. on Disney Channel, I still fucking adore it, I mean, TREASURE PLANET? The one with Joseph Gordon-Levitt? Made my Sunday so much better after a Chinese sermon which my sister and I agreed was quite shitty.
Which is not for us to say, but it is just about the only one I do not regret sleeping through.

9. Insipid love songs are insipid and all about self-love.