I am slacking. I am worried. I am a worried slacker.

Promos are around the corner. I am getting scared. Seriously. But here I am, still happily blogging away.

This shall be the last one until promos are over. Speaking of which, the timetable for promos is totally absurd. Maths and biology together. I doubt my brain can ever recover from the shock.

Saw the SO3T blog. For a moment there I thought I had forgottent the class name. Ah the fond memories. But that still leaves my question unanswered..

Doesn't matter.

So yes. The no-life is definately starting soon. How ironic it is when what you want to do you have to do 10 other things you don't want to.

So yes I will try my best. Don't want to be stuck in this ruddy place for my entire life. The world is larger than this little island we call home.

Yep. Jia you peple. Jia you me.

Hello.

Woohs life is interesting. Haven't managed much of studying except for a bit of homework here and there.
Well life can;t be all that you expect, even though your expectations are rather low anyway.
The internet connection is not a problem; I don't care either way. As long as it switches on when it's supposed to, I'm happy.
Web is lagging awful at the moment though. I suspect it's the other person using the com. Stupid online RPG games take up a lot of bandwidth I think. Not that I know what bandwidth is, but I'm guessing it's the internet speed thing. It's rather horrific how some people toss words around trying to make sense out of it.


Heard some really shocking news recently. Mortality somehow closer to life. Everyone would think being dead is a bad thing, but it's always harder on the living ones. I don't mind death though. Would be somewhat a 'blessed release' as some might say.
There must be some place better than this. Even if there is, I wouldn't choose to live in this place anyway. Maybe I'm just scared of pain. Escapist. Whatever.


Why would others want other people to contribute to their blogs? Somehow it defeats the purpose of being a personal diary. Doesn't make sense in anyway. Critically acclaimed blogs. And you think fame is hard. Nowadays fame seems just like another cheap commodity. Easy to get, lots of it around.
People have got to find better things to do. Maybe we are so advanced we have free time for such stupid stuff. Maybe we will be better off in the jungle fending off hungry beasts.

Day is almost done.

So am I.

Thinking about too many things at the same time and feel that somehow these things need at least a one-liner mention somewhere before I lose them like how I lose the lyrics and melody of a good song. I mean I've had it once before, but then they are just gone now.

Had this very weird dream sometime back. It consists of a weird setting of NJC, some library and a very scary time-warp factor. There was this dark limbo zone that was just outside the library. After entering, there was this impulsion to run to the end and get back in time, literally. I remember running against a tide of people in this huge marble hall with an orange glow. The people don't seem to notice you until you sorta bump into them. I knocked into this skater kid while trying to avoid this line of clowns and he pushed me into a corner leering. It was freaky trust me.

realized that somehow no one makes waves when celebrities from different countries marry one another. Somehow Hollywood has no nationality, or just that there was no emphasis. Take Nicole Kidman (aussie) with Tom Cruise (a non-aussie) and Liz Hurley and some fat Indian guy. If only everyone can be so accepting of one another. Or of each other's money.

I think people shouldn't procreate. It's adding more net misery to the world. Life is not easy you know. Don't bring unnecessary pain another person. I wish that I was never born. But you can go back to the way you were. That was what my dream said too.

I am getting more and more jaded about life. Nothing is beautiful anymore when you look at it using the magnifying glasses of knowledge and age.

I realized people expect me to be the one making decisions on what we're supposed to do. It tiring and no one says I have to take on all the leading shit. I hate it. Please take personal responsibility for the project work ya. Reminds me. I better check on stuff we need to do before we mess up even further. The pp slides, proposed service etc. Oh ya we need a lot of info on the SCDF and then decide on all the modifications and the specifics of the dumb project. Bloody hell. Now everytime I pass by a forested area I shudder and am gripped with some irrational sort of fear.

I think I will never find a best friend or a relative close substitute. Good friends are a different matter. I have good friends. Maybe it's just me. But it's ok. Liked I said before, why have sadness multiplied. No point.

IMCB is putting a very heavy mental strain. And working relationships are strained because people work in different ways. Have to learn when to compromise and be more accommodating. Having said that, xiao long baos are good only in moderation.

Tomorrow is a dumb GP essay test I haven't started on. Will read the stuff during passion pursuit while laughing at male teachers painting toenails or something.

The rappore of the class is in pathetic shambles. Please talk to the girls because we are not man-eating monsters with fangs and claws. We don't have cooties too. By the way we only devour immature puny little boys. Buahaha.

I need some nice dreams now and then to run away from the cruel reality. Please give me something good and make it through the day. The night would not be lonely, only the day.

Packaging is important. Life skill to help survive in this world where humans are only another evolutionary rung in the entire ladder. Facts are bare and reality is crude. People need looks and PR skills to live among people. The selection process is at work; the genetic makeup already set. So it's not your fault that you and others are programmed this way; blame it on the darn day when human race started. The ultimate contradictory organisms.

Remind me not to read too much newsweek. The immediate surrounding is bad enough without further reminding me of the saddening plight that the entire earth has plummeled into. I have to stop caring about soaring oil prices.

School is same as everyone else. Will live, will live.

The body feels a little out of tune. I need a healthier lifestyle.

I just wanted to get this over and done with; somehow it did me in instead.