Been thinking of some people quite a lot lately. Maybe I'm just bored. Maybe i'm just lonely.

Whatever the case, I managed to make a rather decent first-time video on the com myself and I must say it was rather an accomplishment. For com idiots anyway.

Had a lot of doubt and things to say, and even more things to do, but then I shall end abruptly here as I don't feel like talking about any of those stuff.

I wonder why I started this damn entry anway.

Aspirations unfulfilled. Dreams currently still under revamp and reconsideration.

So ya. As you can probably guess it did not go too well.

I am slacking. No Good. I need to do PW. (Did I say I'm not going to ramble on about it? I take it back)

So yes my world still mostly revolves around me. Mainly because I really can't be bothered with the rest of the world. When the rest ignores me anyway.

Will have to make a schedule for stuff this hols. THIS I MUST DO AS AN ACT OF SELF-DISCIPLINE AND TEST OF SELF WORTH AND RESTRAINT.

Honestly among smarter people I am relatively stupid at the moment. I can't understand why I cannot perform like I used to. I think it might have something to do with the study thing la. Hmmm.

Haha human interest things are funny. Maybe I can try to be funny sometimes. Maybe it won't hurt. Then people (namely me) can stop tuning in to horribly written blogs in bad English and stop tormenting themselves. Hell. That's why I don't keep all those namby-pamby stuff at the side. Cramps the style. Haha. (Hi, my name is Katiee and I lurrve cats, chocolate though is soooo sinful ;), rainbows and butterflies. Life is wonderfuull!! At least for me. Dear Diary, the saddest thing happened when I broke a nail today..)

So there's nothing optimistic about this entire thing besides the cheery orange colour and the sparkle thingy whenever you click, although that clicking thing is annoying me so much I don't visit my stuff anymore.

Eee. I am sucking more and more at writing down events. 'Cos like I said, only I am important here. So the only thing to know is what I feel about it.

This is not ego. Not self-confidence, but a defence mechanism against the negativity which I don't need and the unimportant details I don't want to know. Truly, ignorance and apathy are blissful things to have nowadays when the world is as it is now. Knowing less is knowing more when the simple big picture is not lost in the myriad of complexity.

Yep. Will go to sleep first and then have enough energy for tomorrow. May even blog about HALO (Horror after lights out), the theme party or whatever. Just to be fascinated by screaming people and be thrilled by cheap scares.

I've caught a glimpse of my hell before already. Maybe others' fears would mean much less now.

It's a long way to the top. Song by ACDC. Reflecting the prevailing mood at the moment.

Dark pruple is a nice colour. I've decided.

I shall stop blogging randomly.

Read the student sketch pad, among other some blogs that were really funny and coherent, and have like little or no grammatical mistakes (unlike yours truly).

Made me realised that my decandent way of blogging bows down to some of these superior writers and that I can not longer claim that I write somewhat reasonably well. Oh well, it's sad but not shocking. I still prefer to think that I blog for only selfish reasons only. Other people can write for people but then hey I just really can't be that much bothered about how people see this thing la.

Anyway, about my short fuse. Admittedly, I don't have much of patience for dealing with annoying things, although I try not to be annoyed by it too much. Contradictory and a form of self deception yes, but then I would prefer to be amused instead, although it seems that many are really testing the bondaries of it lately. Reagrding the fact that I am mean and all, that is just...communicating. Truly it is. I save the real rage and critisism for the truly bastardious, which sometimes I am sad to say includes the brothers sometimes. Of course, there are those who think that I am just plain rude and impertinent but then they somehow refuse to get my point (which eventually have to resort to hollaring through, thus message gets lost there) and then there are those that insist on repeating things, more than 10 times in order to prove that their point is more true or something. And then when they lose, they lash out at the criminal offfender (that is, me) and then accuse you of everthing they can think of under the sun, like the fact that you like to fart loudly when no one's hearing, or that you listen to things like My Chemical Romance. (the horrors!) Ah well. That's always the first sign that people are losing, and I refuse to jump onto the bandwagon by doing the same. So I shall shut up. But then somehow that doesn't really clear things up of course, but then again it's all futile when I attempt to. No one can fault what you're saying when you don't say anything. Of cousre, that futher perpetuates the perception that I am bad-tempered.

Ah well. Shift all the blame on me won't ya. Names are not mentioned to preserve the peace.

Of course, there are always better things to gripe about other than the bane of most of JC1s (curse all those who claim it's , oh dear, actually FUN). I realized that oh well, the people in your group affects your damn marks, so who's your groupmates are really important. That's why top JCs do better. More talent among group members. Having said that, I hope people who are pulling your groups down to buck up. Please try your best not to muck everything up. Grrr. I promise NOT TO BLOG MORE ABOUT PW TILL IT ENDS TO PRESERVE MY SANITY.

Open day was rather fun. Got a tee, some stuff and candy floss on top of a mega soreness in my legs. Saw a few juniors and 3 crashers which irritate the hell out of me. ('i thought that the cutoff for arts is 8!' 'aiyah our year dragon year mah' *sees my suspicious look 'psst' 'no lah snake year') Dip your heads in your school's urinals all of you. Oh well.

The turnout was rather small actually. Was expecting a lot more people to come. But all in all it was pretty good la. The band seniors came back and wrote down hilarious names on the signup list, to the consternation of some. But some were really funny, like the section slave under the position part. Haha.

Wooh a lot of things to do after promos. And my parents accuse me of slacking. Haha.

Not much of a life here, but then I have tried. Sorry.

Yeps I am officially back, after screwing the promos anyways.

Grouses all out first. PW is really getting on my nerves. Even having made the declaration for the upteenth time, the thrill of saying this somehow never diminishes. It's getting so bad that I now worry about the word count for this blog, which is a real scary thing indeed.

Many things happening lately, not that most are worth a lot of mention, but then somehow I've lost the appetite to blog about other people than me. With the big hoo-ha about who's getting arrested for using a blog like a soundboard and personal diary, it's not a good idea anyway. I guess we have to accept the fact that blogs are not personal diaries, no matter what you may like to claim. Having said that the best stuff should only be known unto oneself only eh. There's no such thing as secrets unless no one knows about it.

Wooh I would like to report more funny dreams. Somehow I'm having all sorts of weird things comming out and I really wonder if there's more to your night-time wonderings than what it may sem to be.

Have therefore realized through them I am not as invincible as I would like to think. The stuff that facinate is also one to be feared, the thrill and excitement that one obtains from the things that you are so replused by, so horrifying that you can't tear you eyes away. That is probably why we have gore flims, rollercoasters and so on. Humans really don't know what's best for them.

Am currently buying myself a one-way ticket to hell. And it's really scaring me. Nothing like coming face to face with your naked emotions and discovering that you were what you denied all along.

Lots of things to be done, sadly most are none of my liking. Choices are pretty shitty things sometimes. All the more so if you are the type which somehow feels obliged to do it to ease off other people's equally saddening lives.

Am nursing a sore lip at the moment due to the fact that my lips, like the rest of my brain, has gone soft and cannot withstand the weight of the bloddy clarinet. After some things other poeple said it kind of puts me off playing it. As you could probably tell I am having mixed feelings about the upcoming band fest.

IMCB is a-calling, so better buck up and start staring at more bacteria. They're quite pretty actually, especially the blue ones. (Nice shade of blue, complementary of x-gal and beta-galectosidase). Jia you! Will not let the nice people and the money down!

Yep the update to make the blog look more, well, updated. Will give it a new skin. The current orange one is kind of too cheerful for me at the moment.