Today,

My mum said I have some screw loose at the docs',
Noon said I'm a little crazy,
Chian Yil said I'm like siao,
Hong Fai says that on a daily basis so that doesn't count...

HAHAHAHEHEOHHOHOHOHO.

Bash.org and fmylife.com has been getting me psyched, so here's a few quotes that I've been bugging everyone else with (credits goes to the 2 sites mentioned, f' course)

Today, I thought it would be funny to fart in my roommates mouth while he was asleep. I walked over to him and pulled my pyjamas down and let loose. To my surprise it was a very wet one and I accidently took a dump on his face, he woke up and beat me until I was bleeding. FML

The ones below all pretty explicit and can be offensive ('specially if you belong to a specific religious group) So feel free to skip if you want! I've made the text white so that way you won't 'accidentaly' read it =D

NOW GO HAHAHEHEHOHO OFF.

of COURSE they had computers in the 40's
how else do you think they invented jews?
Jews aren't INVENTED
jews are GROWN
you plant a Jew Seed (2 ounces of foreskin) and it grows into a Jew Tree
the way you can tell that they are ripe is that the nose to body size ratio is 3:1

so, my mom was putting in her CD with church pics but it wouldn't work on her computer
so she put it in mine
now, the last thing I watched on windows media player was hardcore lesbian porn
that got into the action right away so my mom puts in the cd into my computer
opens up windows media players and the porn starts playing and when I realized what was happening I was like "oh fuck"
but then...
she goes berserk
she was screaming "THIS CD HAS BEEN POSSESSED BY THE DEVIL!!"
and she took out a HAMMER
and smashed the fucking CD
it was the best thing ever
not only was I completely off the hook
you have to love the awesome displays of religious apeshit
I think if god existed, he put people like my mom on this earth to entertain us
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Haven't felt this emo in a LONG time. Musta've been all the stupid remedial chem energetics I did just now.

Which I am still clueless about, whats the point of doing a worksheet if you don't know NUTS about the concept?!

And now I'm angsty, because PW is a pain in the butt. Because I cannot get any concrete, solid, useful advice from any teachers (they all seem to suggest different things), because time keeps ticking and work keeps-a-piling.

Because I haven't done any revision and I know I'm in dipshit. Helluva baby, someone save me!

Because there are people SO ungrateful and selfish I feel like ripping their eyelashes off strand by strand.

You know, its the time of the month (no, not THAT time of the month), where life just downright sucks and all you can do is hope that sometime soon, we'll pick things up again and continue from where we left off. Right now I just wanna sleep it all off.

How can something SO wrong,
Look so frickin' right?
What's that trickery you do?
I want a piece of it too...
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Death is an enigma I can marvel at for hours and get nothing out of.

I don't get it.

The passing of someone will always be solemn I guess.

Its disgusting how I'm barely affected by the tragedy. It disgusts me even more that I'm more affected by MJ's death than his. The fact that I'm still able to laugh, joke and stay normal is nauseating.

I guess I didn't feel the need to tell anyone, but for the most part, I guess I didn't feel his absence. Maybe it's denial, or maybe the shock hasn't set in-yet.

I know it's lewd to think that I should be grim-but I feel the need to. I feel the need to be somewhat affected, but why am I not?

Why?
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Having dinner with Angeline on Sundays are like, a refreshing blast to the past.

And a way to get insights to old TKGees, cause her being in TJ I guess acts like a mini window forme... So I get to know what everyone else is doing. She's no spy though =)

Then it strikes me that... people do change, and they have changed. Not that I haven't notice, I guess I just choose not to notice.

Nyeh, Dai Ling, sucks that we're not in the same class anymore. And Mel, Caraven and Hokkien Mee isn't the same without you either.

Oh, and it's also freaky that 2 JJ people came to register today. What's even more eerie is that both of 'em are from the same class, and both are people I know -_-
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This post is but a meek attempt to imitate HF's entry.

我是章文雅.
我很爱我的朋友.
他们都很好.
哈哈哈

Epic fail, but oh what the hey

Boy, S07 needs you there! Your presence is understated, but important nonetheless! I'm Also, who else would accompany me home!
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I've REMOVED the playlist...

Finally bliss huh?

It gets really irritating COS THE STUPID PLAYLIST only plays 30 sec and jumps to another song and that totally sucks poop!

And I'm pretty sure you guys auto-mute when visiting my blog, eh? EH?

National day celebration today. Comparing it to TKG, a very very lackluster experience.
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School has been hectic, pretty sure this goes to everyone as well.

My initial days in JC... culture shock. So many people from different backgrounds and mindsets. I never knew TKGS was that 'artsy', I've always thought everyone liked Literature, loves Drama and is loud, like us TKGees. Well apparently other girls are way more submissive (not that its a bad thing, no!) and more demure and less...wild. You get me huh, Leaf?

From dreary lectures to last minute cramming of formulas to grabbing a quick bite before rushing off to the next lessons to brainless fun-times with classmates... I sure have been adapting well.

Going to school and back hasn't been so dull either, thanks to a selected few who've made the rides THIS much more enjoyable. There's Chian Yil with her giggling and Hong Fai with his funny ramblings and male chauvanist Lin Ken with his twisted ideologies and Guan Zhi with...err...his mediocore facial expressions? We make a ruckus on the train...Maybe I shall do an official introduction soon!

My class has been great MOSSP, although I should warn you that my ex class has now a confirmed case of H1N1!

Teachers are either hit or miss. Somehow the XY's in my school have very unpredictable mood swings... (Bio students should know what XY means, right?!)

But what's a class without drama, right?

In all fairness though, my class has been great. S07 is the perfect blend of awesome weirdness... (IDK how the heck I came up with that) A hybird of people from totally different backgrounds and culture. An unlikely class, but we get along nevertheless. I've made some kickass friends, you guys are still kick ass tho!

I mean sure, there's no more Jess to fool around with in Chinese, or Mel to talk with during Maths or Dai Ling to have deep conversations with, or Anisha to fool around with and definitely no more Granny to hug or listen to but S07 is great in its own right.

Sometimes, I recollect and I get all fuzzy and warm, and I feel so so darn lucky to have met all 13 of you, because even if we won't have a chance to be as close as we once were, I can pride myself with the thought that at least, I have wonderful memories to hold on to. At least, I'm lucky enough to be blessed with such wonderful wonderful friends. Friends that accept me irregardless of how annoying I can be, friends that accept me for my sometimes obnoxius and overly demanding behaviour, friends that didn't mind each other's background/status... Friends that have managed to foster a relationship with each other on the purest of intention. MOSSP has been imperfectly perfect.

But we move on, and make new friends, we will. I'm constantly mentally kicking myself for being so bad at mainting relationships. Maybe this is why I'll die alone, with 99 cats.

I'm sure PW has been getting on your nerves eh? Fellow MOSSPian and the few S07ers who actually made your way to my humble blog? Those in Poly are not sparred with stacks of projects and presentations either, huh?
Well no one said it was going to be easy, I guess we just have to grit our teeth, hold on to each other and hopefully brave through the storm.

Conflicts inevitably arise, but it saddens me to see how much it actually affects our relationships. Hubster and Jess should know this better than anyone. I consider myself lucky that we've manage to patch back up after the silly disputes (which, in all honestly is mostly my fault) because most people just turn the other cheek and walk away.

It all starts from the seemingly benign disputes, then snowballs to a huge, complicated web of intricate conflicts, branching out and affecting eventually everyone. The sense of awkwardness in the air is unbearably choking, it is unpleasant to be caught up in a sticky situation which you were never meant to be in yourself. The friction between parties gets more heaty as the dispute continues. Someone's gonna have to be the bigger man, but who?

Patching up is harder than fostering the relationship itself, a lot of ego issues and who's right/who's wrong matters goes into question. No one person is at fault, but no one person is entirely right either. It's a matter of pride versus acceptance. I'm in no position to propose a solution, nor do I have any, but I feel compelled to at least point it out.

I know my words may seem bogus right now because after all I mostly don't really give a hoot about anything, but here's my heartfelt feeling, and my two cents worth.

So, cheers to the 1.25 years ahead. A toast to my friends, both old and new, to the future that seems so distant yet unnervingly close.

Ps. I'm sorry for not replying to the tags, I hope this entry covers the replies, loves! My eyebags are now so prominent you can easily snug a dollar coin in there, and my pores have grown to the size of moon craters. I'm a hot mess. Oh did I mention, I'm getting even better at procastinating now...
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