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Oct. 23rd, 2005
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Oct. 23rd, 2005 12:08 pmTA MA DE.
I just went online to check how many kinds of that thing there are and omfg there's like so many. No wonder the guy hasn't called back. Poor thing. I'll call him on Monday to specify which models.
TA MA DE! Why didn't you specify you bastard?!
In another note, I'm very extremely guilty to the third degree of not going onlineon AIM anymore. O: It's sad. I know.
I just went online to check how many kinds of that thing there are and omfg there's like so many. No wonder the guy hasn't called back. Poor thing. I'll call him on Monday to specify which models.
TA MA DE! Why didn't you specify you bastard?!
In another note, I'm very extremely guilty to the third degree of not going onlineon AIM anymore. O: It's sad. I know.
I have an odd fascination of sharks almost bordering on intellectual obsession, as I've mentioned before. It's ironic because I was absolutely scared to my wits when Jaws came out, believing that the shark would come tearing out of the cement floor and to my bed. I used to annoy my friends by spouting off random facts about obscure sharks and always vehemently hammering out pro-shark conservation speeches whenever the class had a speech-writing module. I haven't had much time or interest, sadly, to refresh and update myself. I've still got my prized S$40 book on sharks that my aunt and uncle gave me for my birthday. I still think it's the most expensive present I've ever received, save for the stuff my parents give me. Which reminds me, I should get that huge book out and read it again.
I've read the first act of Ibsen's Peer Gynt and the first canto of Dante's Inferno, as a start to develop my own set of ideas. I've been relying a little too much on the teachers recently, with the exception of the Practical Criticism paper. I know I'm called 'Baba' but that doens't designate me to be a sheep for life. I'm just briefly reading through just once, before plunging in fully. Already I'm reeling from the whole density of it all. It seems that I'm not capable of free thought and expression, when I read these texts. It's overwhelming. And when I think to myself (oh haha, thinking) that I'm supposed to be this super intellect by the time I come out of university, I just can't believe it. Me, the first and foremost lazy retard of the family who relies of sheer luck and flukes? Oh wow.
People may say that I'm trying to hard, trying to be things that I can never become but I don't really give a damn. I only live consciously once and I blame on shamelessly living it to the fullest, even if it means throwing my face to the other end of the universe.
I feel like skipping school the whole week because it's redundant and a waste of time. Well, except for the History lectures, everything else is... ProjectWork and what, Chinese? I don't take Chinese so that's out. PW's RUBBISH, I SWEAR. I'm having inane, spastic and stressful fun on it.
Which means that I'm not having fun. I'm not a group person kthx. I don't even like myself, how do you expect me to like other people.
My mum's asking me to cut my hair this week. I don't want to, despite looking horribly bedraggled in this getup. I like my shaggy, untamed hair for now. Maybe I'll cut it, just maybe.
... The Japanese Test today was alright I guess. I got to class 1/2 hour late, thanks to traffic. I should do alright. My essay competition's on one of the Sundays where I have class. Damn. I need to reschedule. Let's hope that the competition's in the morning so I can NOT reschedule and have a fine time albeit tiring one.
ALRIGHT BATH TIME.
I've read the first act of Ibsen's Peer Gynt and the first canto of Dante's Inferno, as a start to develop my own set of ideas. I've been relying a little too much on the teachers recently, with the exception of the Practical Criticism paper. I know I'm called 'Baba' but that doens't designate me to be a sheep for life. I'm just briefly reading through just once, before plunging in fully. Already I'm reeling from the whole density of it all. It seems that I'm not capable of free thought and expression, when I read these texts. It's overwhelming. And when I think to myself (oh haha, thinking) that I'm supposed to be this super intellect by the time I come out of university, I just can't believe it. Me, the first and foremost lazy retard of the family who relies of sheer luck and flukes? Oh wow.
People may say that I'm trying to hard, trying to be things that I can never become but I don't really give a damn. I only live consciously once and I blame on shamelessly living it to the fullest, even if it means throwing my face to the other end of the universe.
I feel like skipping school the whole week because it's redundant and a waste of time. Well, except for the History lectures, everything else is... ProjectWork and what, Chinese? I don't take Chinese so that's out. PW's RUBBISH, I SWEAR. I'm having inane, spastic and stressful fun on it.
Which means that I'm not having fun. I'm not a group person kthx. I don't even like myself, how do you expect me to like other people.
My mum's asking me to cut my hair this week. I don't want to, despite looking horribly bedraggled in this getup. I like my shaggy, untamed hair for now. Maybe I'll cut it, just maybe.
... The Japanese Test today was alright I guess. I got to class 1/2 hour late, thanks to traffic. I should do alright. My essay competition's on one of the Sundays where I have class. Damn. I need to reschedule. Let's hope that the competition's in the morning so I can NOT reschedule and have a fine time albeit tiring one.
ALRIGHT BATH TIME.