I'm trying to decide if I should start this blog anew, the sole reason being while reading back, I decided that I didn't like the way I wrote. Weird? Well, that's just how I am. I've written and re-written school essays plenty of times before. In fact, during exams, I usually choose and write out about 3 paragraphs for two topics before discarding one and turning my full attention onto the one which I feel has better potential to get that A. Don't say I’m mad, insane or downright crazy. I just like the English Language. Immensely.
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That reminds me. I saw one of my 'best friends' yesterday when I went down to KC to meet a friend before going for lunch with her. I had thought that after my graduating, she and her little clique of 'Bimbotic Ah-Lians' would forget me. Apparently not. When I was still a student at KC, it was people like her I avoided. Almost every sentence of theirs is punctuated with a vulgarity of some sort, and the full extent of their conversational skills is to talk about having intercourse with some person [or dog] or the other. 'Fuck that Bitch!' is one of the four phrases she knows. She's certainly very confident when she utters it. For me, I see no point in doing it with a dog. And a female one, at that.
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A small piece of advice; Do not try informing them that their vocabulary needs improving upon. After boring me silly about them desiring intercourse with me [Egads!! Ewwww.], I very eloquently expressed the urge to give them either a Dictionary or a Thesaurus, only to belatedly remember that they wouldn't know what either things were. Silly me.
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Anyway, as any random outsider could plainly see, we aren't exactly 'bosom buddies' or 'best friends'. If you're trying to find a phrase to describe our relationship [our being her, another friend of hers, and myself], try 'Moral Enemies'. Yes, moral. Our morals and values clash rather horribly. I do not spew vulgarities whenever I am angry. I use them occasionally when I am happy. When upset or angry, apparently [according to a friend], I become frigid and cold and tend to dig around in my vocabulary and use words that confuse others. Or, as she said, "You like, become damn scary and use all those chim chim words that I don't understand."
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I didn’t confront her after she threw a sentence at my back as I walked away. It sounded like ‘Little piece of fucking shit’, or something of the like. I was galled about two things in particular. First being the fact that she didn’t have the guts to tell me so to my face. As I walked past her, she inclined her head and tried to glare at me balefully down her nose. Needless to say, she failed. I’m taller by perhaps a head. Fool. I was tempted to warn her about one of the seven vices; Pride. That and about the perils of crashing into a lamp post. The second thing that annoyed me was the structuring of that sentence. It was totally wrong.
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Another thing that has me really peeved, and thus accounts for my current personal title on MSN is this. I am sick of people asking me for my decision when they’ve clearly already decided for me. Most of it stemmed form going to Australia to study. “You should consider going overseas as an alternative!” Right. Like I had a choice. They dragged me to OAL [Overseas Academic Link] to consult one of the people, and THEY were the ones so engrossed in the talk which concerned MY future. An interview that I did not want to attend. Next, they gave me three choices to choose from: Sydney, Melbourne or Perth/ And while I was still reeling over from the joy that I was being allowed to go, after clearly expressing my wish to remain in Singapore and attend Poly, they announced that they preferred Melbourne and “You should go fill up the paperwork for Trinity College in Melbourne soon, dear! =D”
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WOW, people. Why bother asking me to decide / give an opinion when you have already decided for me? You obviously won’t take my input into consideration. It ticks me off. Like, immensely. It makes me feel like pulling my hair out and screaming. Wait. Did I say that I was ticked off? Scrap that. I’m furious. And sadly, whenever I’m this furious, I tend to commit an act which adults term as ‘rebellious’.
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Enough of that, though. If I keep going, this post is going to escalate into a full blown rant. And I do not approve of ranting. It expels one’s anger. I prefer putting that anger to better use, say, thinking up ways to ‘get my own back’.
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In case you didn’t know, I’m not a very nice person when I’m angry at you. ‘Forgive and forget’? Pfffft. Sure, I’ll forgive if the circumstances allow it. But I do not forget. I can harbor grudges for a long time. The worst I do is ignore. And I refuse to make snide remarks either. It’s either Open Combat, or… Nothing.

Philosophical, no? =D

My fate has been sealed. Before 5 p.m. today, i was supposed to accept Temasek Poly's offer. Too late.

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I should be kicking and screaming, shouldn't i? But i've resigned myself to going. There's nothing i can do to stop it, short of doing something highly, as we like to say, 'retarded'. Once we realize that there's nothing we can do, we usually give in. Some others do come out fighting, but they know they'll go down. But they prefer to be vanquished 'With a Bang'. What a waste of energy. Personally, i never did like fighting for something which i know is a 'gone case'. Oh, it is fun to try to pit yourself against it, i admit, but too much of a good thing destroys the pleasure you get.

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Geez, when was i ever so philosophical? Someone should be really proud of me.

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Get set for the statement of the century: I don't think blogging is any fun. So why am i still doing it? Hmm. I think it's because once i start a project, i prefer seeing it through to the bitter end.

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But whatever, ya know? I can't stand seriousness, and i sure as hell am not going to put up with it in my own blog. I detest serious issues. I adore laughable matters. If you don't have a sense of humour, bugger off. Don't even come near me. I cannot take stuffed shirts. Pompous morons who don't laugh but expect people to think they're the best persons ever born.

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To top this all off, i feel bored.

Are the sailors every going to get to race? Third day of the competition, but still no races in the bag. The sailors are moaning and cursing, but i think i'm having a pretty good time laughing my head off. Come on, look at it my way! Wouldn't you laugh too, if you bore witness to many people skuttling about, hoisting their sails and lowering them several times a day? They're 'lazing' around, reading, sleeping, playing cards, studying, or plain ol' talking, but their ears are pricked and alert for the sound of a horn blasting, signalling the flag lowering, or listening to the people discussing about whether or not they're going to be able to launch as yet.

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My part in all this? Well. I laugh. That's it, i guess. It's immensely funny. And they should look on the bright side! It's team bonding, after all.

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Someone told me that i should make out a list of my likes and dislikes and post it here. One itsy bitsy little question.

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WHY.

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Okay, more like demand. But seriously. Why. If the people reading this know who i am, they'd pretty much know what i like and dislike, right? And if they don't... Well, all i can say is: Too bad, suckers. But here's a warning.

I dislike cameras. Immensely. Come after me with one and i'll smash it. No kidding.

Well.

Due to intense pressure from numerous people, i have finally set up this blog-thinger. Problem is, i don't know how to work it very well. I'm currently staring at all the links and wondering what would happen if i clicked on something wrongly. If i did, i'd be very dead.

Kudos to CHERYL YEE GUI YING for helping me start this. Without her, i'd be talking to friends on MSN and reading a book instead of clicking on links that i don't know where they'd lead to. And would probably cause this blog to self destruct. If things on the net can explode, that is.

Someone tell me. What are blogs for? I mean, you can pen down your day's events in a diary. So why post it where everyone can see? And make comments on your day's activities. Isn't it all pointless? Unless you wished for everyone to know what you did, that is. 'A blog is an online diary.' Pfffft yeah. But aren't diaries supposed to be for your eyes, and your eyes only? But whatever. Because i happen to love CHERYL, i will force myself to blog once a month. Or once a year. It depends. If i'm really, really bored, i'll post. If not.. Well, there's this saying: 'Out of sight, Out of Mind'. Works pretty well for me.

I've run out of topics to type about. And i'm feeling lazy.

Random fact about myself: I DISLIKE CAMERAS. IMMENSELY. Take photos of me and i'll come after you.

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