the 10 kind of people i dislike and that irritate me, in no order of preference:
1. people who make empty promises. theres jus no point in them. after awhile the lies start to run dry.
2. people who pretend to do what they cant. its a boring act really...
3. show offs. its bloody irritatin, considering they hardly are any gd. i mean, if ure like in national team i notin to say, but if u suck? uh...
4. people who don noe when to shut up. its funny. the first time.
5. cheaters who don admit it. its against the very basic cheating mantras.
6. acbc people. c = chio, cute, clever. the point is, theres no use pretendin ure smthn u arent. unless, ure seriously disillusioned, theres a limit for everything.
7. people who cant hold an argument. actually, i don exactly dislike these kinds of people. they provide comic relief. BUT when ure put up against one, i tell u it sucks, and its fuckin painful. cos 1. it gets too funny for u to think about a proper rebuttal 2. when u do calm down u cant rebutt without sounding totaly duh or stupid.
8. egoistic fuckers. there are two kinds. those who noe it and those who don. those who noe it i still can stand. barely. but those who don even realise it, jialat. it gets to a point u can drown in the egos flyin around (mind u this is at times only one person).
9. suckers. as in parasites. people who suck of others. constantly, and deny it.
10. whiners. they are the worst. and its getting worst.
as u can tell, i haf a tendency to want to hate myself alot.
anyway those in question, if u noe who u are, pls tag my board and receive a free gift at the counter dude.
Monday, August 29, 2005
fragile little girl
she, that little fragile girl.
so happy everyday,
anyday.
nothing could bring her down,
couldn't blacken her day.
even the rain go away.
she, that pretty little soul.
everyday flying on wings of joy,
riding clouds so high.
soaring,
no one could catch her.
she, that cold mean bitch.
fingers freeze at a touch,
eyes pierce through your heart.
to get to her so hard,
what more through her.
she, my fragile little girl.
where are you?
--
do i believe in fate? i tink i do. do i believe in destiny? not in the least bit. at least not in the conventional sense of the word. what is fate? its largely debatable.
i feel that a persons life is jsut like a path. and these paths are all placed on a plane. fate, is the planned intersections of this paths, at distincts points of it. some are crossed once, some twice, some tens and tens of times. this is by no means destiny, jus fate. fate is the planned occurances of things, most importantly people. two people are brought together for a reason. love, hate and everything in between. fate is wad initally brings u to people, and wad brings people to you.
destiny, on the other hand, is a whole load of bullshit. i believe so. though some things are fated to happen, they arent destined. it might seem fucking ironic here, but i tink they are two totally diifferent things. destiny is something thats supposed to happen, not so much planned more than a perception. people think that is one is "destined" for smthn, he or she will definitely achieve it, sooner or later. this is a whole lot of bullshit, as the only thing we're destined for is death. and even that we cant be too sure. fate is not a goal. fate is an occurance. fate is not a guideline. fate is an occurance. put it this way. when u say two people are destined to meet, it means that they are sure to meet, regardless of situation, regardless of anything else, they will meet. this is jus plain crap. whereas when you say two people were fated to meet, it means that they happened to meet, very much a coincidence, but their is meant for alot more den jus the passing of strangers. that isnt destined. its fated.
destiny, as one might want to call it, is YOUR plan in life. that is your destiny. is is how you want things to happen. destiny is your choice, not anothers. yes, they will haf a role to play, but ultimately its still down to you. what you do, the things you say, what you allow to happen, all this defines your destiny. if thats the right word to use. cos if its a goal, then there must be a build up, and this build up has a name.
life.
so happy everyday,
anyday.
nothing could bring her down,
couldn't blacken her day.
even the rain go away.
she, that pretty little soul.
everyday flying on wings of joy,
riding clouds so high.
soaring,
no one could catch her.
she, that cold mean bitch.
fingers freeze at a touch,
eyes pierce through your heart.
to get to her so hard,
what more through her.
she, my fragile little girl.
where are you?
--
do i believe in fate? i tink i do. do i believe in destiny? not in the least bit. at least not in the conventional sense of the word. what is fate? its largely debatable.
i feel that a persons life is jsut like a path. and these paths are all placed on a plane. fate, is the planned intersections of this paths, at distincts points of it. some are crossed once, some twice, some tens and tens of times. this is by no means destiny, jus fate. fate is the planned occurances of things, most importantly people. two people are brought together for a reason. love, hate and everything in between. fate is wad initally brings u to people, and wad brings people to you.
destiny, on the other hand, is a whole load of bullshit. i believe so. though some things are fated to happen, they arent destined. it might seem fucking ironic here, but i tink they are two totally diifferent things. destiny is something thats supposed to happen, not so much planned more than a perception. people think that is one is "destined" for smthn, he or she will definitely achieve it, sooner or later. this is a whole lot of bullshit, as the only thing we're destined for is death. and even that we cant be too sure. fate is not a goal. fate is an occurance. fate is not a guideline. fate is an occurance. put it this way. when u say two people are destined to meet, it means that they are sure to meet, regardless of situation, regardless of anything else, they will meet. this is jus plain crap. whereas when you say two people were fated to meet, it means that they happened to meet, very much a coincidence, but their is meant for alot more den jus the passing of strangers. that isnt destined. its fated.
destiny, as one might want to call it, is YOUR plan in life. that is your destiny. is is how you want things to happen. destiny is your choice, not anothers. yes, they will haf a role to play, but ultimately its still down to you. what you do, the things you say, what you allow to happen, all this defines your destiny. if thats the right word to use. cos if its a goal, then there must be a build up, and this build up has a name.
life.
nuclear ambitions
already gone
broken glass line the streets,
the lights all faded,
the moon having given up.
in this time,
he could only stand there.
still as the nightsky above.
locked in time.
though he could see,
his mind was a void.
and so was his heart.
empty of any feeling,
dead to the touch.
his shirt ruffled in the wind.
--
its times like this that i truly understand,
what the world is to me.
its but a bloody game,
one to test our resolve,
see how far we'll reach.
it calls to us to soar,
to reach for the stars so high,
only cause he wants to see us fall.
he, and i don mean no god,
is out not to play us,
but to watch us play.
this cruel game that he had set,
played according to his rules.
and we arent given a choice.
for his conditions are simple.
survive.
one must often wonder.
why is it we're subjected to this kinds of battles.
struggles, yet with no apparent reason at all.
but are we ever given an answer?
can we be given one?
here we sink into the gray area of our minds,
the parts best for seclusion.
but is that any way out of this vicious cycle?
i would think not.
its a strange world,
governed by stranger people.
one has to survive,
keep up with the moving tide,
and of need be,
use every ounce of energy just to stay above.
his rules arent fair.
they never were,
and they never will be.
why, we ask?
becuase it never was meant to be a fair game.
the odds were never 50-50.
it would be stupid if it were.
those odds always suck,
because there is absolutely no gurantee.
without any, would he play this cruel game?
his intentions might have been mighty fine,
but he wants to win.
we all do.
who is he?
thats up to u to decide.
broken glass line the streets,
the lights all faded,
the moon having given up.
in this time,
he could only stand there.
still as the nightsky above.
locked in time.
though he could see,
his mind was a void.
and so was his heart.
empty of any feeling,
dead to the touch.
his shirt ruffled in the wind.
--
its times like this that i truly understand,
what the world is to me.
its but a bloody game,
one to test our resolve,
see how far we'll reach.
it calls to us to soar,
to reach for the stars so high,
only cause he wants to see us fall.
he, and i don mean no god,
is out not to play us,
but to watch us play.
this cruel game that he had set,
played according to his rules.
and we arent given a choice.
for his conditions are simple.
survive.
one must often wonder.
why is it we're subjected to this kinds of battles.
struggles, yet with no apparent reason at all.
but are we ever given an answer?
can we be given one?
here we sink into the gray area of our minds,
the parts best for seclusion.
but is that any way out of this vicious cycle?
i would think not.
its a strange world,
governed by stranger people.
one has to survive,
keep up with the moving tide,
and of need be,
use every ounce of energy just to stay above.
his rules arent fair.
they never were,
and they never will be.
why, we ask?
becuase it never was meant to be a fair game.
the odds were never 50-50.
it would be stupid if it were.
those odds always suck,
because there is absolutely no gurantee.
without any, would he play this cruel game?
his intentions might have been mighty fine,
but he wants to win.
we all do.
who is he?
thats up to u to decide.
Friday, August 26, 2005
aa
1. i found u out? wads there to "find out"? its there all out in the open. and pretty obvious too. its not like its some big secret or anything. and u tink i spent all my time trying to "find [you] out"? i've got better things to do. like messing with my hair.
2. i don exactly plan to "spread" this thing, considering that every will prob already know, sooner or later. and it doesnt really help if ure confidante is going around telling everyone is it?
3. swear at me all u like. i'm scared all rite... like oh fuck fuck fuck .whoa.
4. wads with all the threats? castrate me? wad for? i honestly don give a shit about wadeva dats goin on with u. i honestly don care. i don make it a point to get involved in everything u do -rolls eyeballs-
5. pls don fuck me up. i really want to reserve dat for someone ALOT more deserving. like a dildo.
6. its is unbelievable. accept it.
7. its so ironic. tho there is so much i could or do depise for, i dont bother with trying to intimidate you. hell i don even do anything. why? simply becos there is no need 4 me too. like i said, i have better things to do. i also haf to feed my dog. i don see a need to tell the whole world how much i dislike oyu, as they prob already know. fuck i don even hate you. cant be bothered to.
8. wads the issue aniwae? so wad if i noe? afraid i'd steal her?? wad the fuck man... and fyi i knew about this some time back. don u blame wilbur.
9. i'd really like to see you carry out ure promises. or try aniwae. it'd be interestin to watch.
10. before u blame anyone else, take a look at ureself.
i'm mighty scared i tell you.
i'm so in need of someone for protection,
for bragging rights.
send me a postcard.
2. i don exactly plan to "spread" this thing, considering that every will prob already know, sooner or later. and it doesnt really help if ure confidante is going around telling everyone is it?
3. swear at me all u like. i'm scared all rite... like oh fuck fuck fuck .whoa.
4. wads with all the threats? castrate me? wad for? i honestly don give a shit about wadeva dats goin on with u. i honestly don care. i don make it a point to get involved in everything u do -rolls eyeballs-
5. pls don fuck me up. i really want to reserve dat for someone ALOT more deserving. like a dildo.
6. its is unbelievable. accept it.
7. its so ironic. tho there is so much i could or do depise for, i dont bother with trying to intimidate you. hell i don even do anything. why? simply becos there is no need 4 me too. like i said, i have better things to do. i also haf to feed my dog. i don see a need to tell the whole world how much i dislike oyu, as they prob already know. fuck i don even hate you. cant be bothered to.
8. wads the issue aniwae? so wad if i noe? afraid i'd steal her?? wad the fuck man... and fyi i knew about this some time back. don u blame wilbur.
9. i'd really like to see you carry out ure promises. or try aniwae. it'd be interestin to watch.
10. before u blame anyone else, take a look at ureself.
i'm mighty scared i tell you.
i'm so in need of someone for protection,
for bragging rights.
send me a postcard.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
running through my head
is time ever right?
we live a life of choices,
decisions which will shape our future.
made in the past,
lived out in the present,
destined for a future.
is there ever a right choice?
is there even an answer?
or is it all about the discovery?
i'd like to think so.
life's a big joke.
how will you go along with it?
do you know how to?
we learn from our mistakes,
such that we do not recommit them in the future.
so we say.
for no matter how hard we try,
its just in human nature,
that things will keep happening.
life's a marathon.
not one ran on a course,
but one ran around a track.
round after round after round.
its the same old things over and over again.
the difference,
is in how you face them.
turn it up, slow down,
dats your call to make.
but always you must keep a lookout,
for the people behind and/or in front of you.
its a fine balance.
very fine.
will one bad decision ruin your life?
possibly.
but many a time,
the decision wont destroy your life.
your reaction does.
its all in how one takes it.
takes the shit that life relentlessly dishes out at you.
do we stand up,
or take it lying down?
i tink it all depends.
decide what is right.
sometimes you jus haf to face it.
some things there is no running from.
for the further you run,
the quicker it'll catch up with you.
and it'll strike harder.
but at other times,
one must learn to let it past.
don allow it to ruffle your feathers.
isnt depression all about letting things get to u?
especially when it shouldnt.
its all in the little things.
there are always different possibilities,
all laid out in front of you.
how do u noe which to pick?
is there a right path to tread?
i seriously doubt so.
paths are made.
by man, for man.
paths are created,
the product of one man's desire for exploration,
to discover the unknown.
one must be willing to strive for what you desire,
to tread the path you want to,
not the path you think its best to tread.
need be, and in many cases you must,
create your own path.
maybe, just maybe others will walk it.
"i've come to regret what i did".
a phrase i'll never use.
why?
cos no good will come out of regret.
i don allow myself to regret any of my decisions,
simply because life is and will always be a progression.
movement.
why stall?
regret will only bring about dissapointment,
and this inevitably holds you back.
becuase of this,
people don progress,
they don move on,
trapped in their own past,
a past that has already left long long ago.
you only get one shot.
true and simple.
take it.
the present is but one moment in time.
there is no time for second doubts.
no second tries.
with only one chance,
what will you do?
blow it?
absolutely not.
its pretty impossible to say that you have to make the right choice,
since its really subjective,
but make sure you don regret it after.
even if things do fuck up,
even if things seem down,
never allow youself to be consumed by regret.
he who doesnt kill u only makes u stronger.
we live a life of choices,
decisions which will shape our future.
made in the past,
lived out in the present,
destined for a future.
is there ever a right choice?
is there even an answer?
or is it all about the discovery?
i'd like to think so.
life's a big joke.
how will you go along with it?
do you know how to?
we learn from our mistakes,
such that we do not recommit them in the future.
so we say.
for no matter how hard we try,
its just in human nature,
that things will keep happening.
life's a marathon.
not one ran on a course,
but one ran around a track.
round after round after round.
its the same old things over and over again.
the difference,
is in how you face them.
turn it up, slow down,
dats your call to make.
but always you must keep a lookout,
for the people behind and/or in front of you.
its a fine balance.
very fine.
will one bad decision ruin your life?
possibly.
but many a time,
the decision wont destroy your life.
your reaction does.
its all in how one takes it.
takes the shit that life relentlessly dishes out at you.
do we stand up,
or take it lying down?
i tink it all depends.
decide what is right.
sometimes you jus haf to face it.
some things there is no running from.
for the further you run,
the quicker it'll catch up with you.
and it'll strike harder.
but at other times,
one must learn to let it past.
don allow it to ruffle your feathers.
isnt depression all about letting things get to u?
especially when it shouldnt.
its all in the little things.
there are always different possibilities,
all laid out in front of you.
how do u noe which to pick?
is there a right path to tread?
i seriously doubt so.
paths are made.
by man, for man.
paths are created,
the product of one man's desire for exploration,
to discover the unknown.
one must be willing to strive for what you desire,
to tread the path you want to,
not the path you think its best to tread.
need be, and in many cases you must,
create your own path.
maybe, just maybe others will walk it.
"i've come to regret what i did".
a phrase i'll never use.
why?
cos no good will come out of regret.
i don allow myself to regret any of my decisions,
simply because life is and will always be a progression.
movement.
why stall?
regret will only bring about dissapointment,
and this inevitably holds you back.
becuase of this,
people don progress,
they don move on,
trapped in their own past,
a past that has already left long long ago.
you only get one shot.
true and simple.
take it.
the present is but one moment in time.
there is no time for second doubts.
no second tries.
with only one chance,
what will you do?
blow it?
absolutely not.
its pretty impossible to say that you have to make the right choice,
since its really subjective,
but make sure you don regret it after.
even if things do fuck up,
even if things seem down,
never allow youself to be consumed by regret.
he who doesnt kill u only makes u stronger.
mood: grinning
do things change?
its a question no one can really ans.
but wad i find interesting,
is that life seems to be this very small circle.
a cycle of sorts.
i dunno.
does everything happen for a reason?
its strange, the irony.
it seems that everything isnt anything at all.
almost like a set scenario,
only with different characters.
is this a post-modern life?
every situation has been done before,
its always the same.
different people, same words?
is change really change at all?
can there be change?
or are we already set out in this script,
an auditioning room of sorts.
do we bring about change?
or do we jus alter the situation,
jus to call it change?
i dunno.
so many questions.
so little answers.
someone pls enlighten me.
don u jus sense the irony.
best of wishes.
its a question no one can really ans.
but wad i find interesting,
is that life seems to be this very small circle.
a cycle of sorts.
i dunno.
does everything happen for a reason?
its strange, the irony.
it seems that everything isnt anything at all.
almost like a set scenario,
only with different characters.
is this a post-modern life?
every situation has been done before,
its always the same.
different people, same words?
is change really change at all?
can there be change?
or are we already set out in this script,
an auditioning room of sorts.
do we bring about change?
or do we jus alter the situation,
jus to call it change?
i dunno.
so many questions.
so little answers.
someone pls enlighten me.
don u jus sense the irony.
best of wishes.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
suck my balls
you don get it.
you all jus don.
since thats the case,
couldnt u jus stay out of this??
i mean, pls do not insult us.
we are the true blue victorians.
this means alot to us.
DO NOT MAKE A MOCKERY OF IT.
u think its so funny do u?
joke about it.
how we're over-reacting and all.
btu do u noe wad it feels like??
imagine they made tkgs co-ed.
imagine they made scgs co-ed.
wad would u tink?
well maybe its diff.
VS so something more.
we have culture.
we are family.
once a victorian, always a victorian.
to those who tink its funny,
i'm tellin u its not.
and do not try to replicate wad we do.
u don understand our motives.
u don understand the situation at all.
fuck u. we don not need bitches insultin the name of victoria.
tarnishing it.
be more fuckin sensitive will u all?
this is a fuckin important thing to us.
yes we're fuckin worked up.
we have reason to.
fuckers.
you all jus don.
since thats the case,
couldnt u jus stay out of this??
i mean, pls do not insult us.
we are the true blue victorians.
this means alot to us.
DO NOT MAKE A MOCKERY OF IT.
u think its so funny do u?
joke about it.
how we're over-reacting and all.
btu do u noe wad it feels like??
imagine they made tkgs co-ed.
imagine they made scgs co-ed.
wad would u tink?
well maybe its diff.
VS so something more.
we have culture.
we are family.
once a victorian, always a victorian.
to those who tink its funny,
i'm tellin u its not.
and do not try to replicate wad we do.
u don understand our motives.
u don understand the situation at all.
fuck u. we don not need bitches insultin the name of victoria.
tarnishing it.
be more fuckin sensitive will u all?
this is a fuckin important thing to us.
yes we're fuckin worked up.
we have reason to.
fuckers.
never imagined it could be
why are people becoming so whiny??
its getting worse and worse,
and its sooo irritatin.
and its not just the usual suspects.
its the ones you never thot would be whiny.
worse still, two whiners face of.
-dies-
i cant help but feel irked when the respective parties start whining.
the sounds are disturbing,
and it sure as hell does not help the class environment,
not that its goddamn gd aniwae.
but still.
maybe its jus me.
probrably so.
but still its apalling how some people can change so much,
become a different person within days/weeks.
and start whining.
and bimbotic.
the usual ones nothing can really be done.
but when the most unlikely person becomes one?
thats scary .
i don get it.
in the past i never imagined it could happen,
but you've proved otherwise.
transformed into a true blond bimbo.
a bimbo with an attitude still.
your sardonic behaviour,
i have to say is getting out of hand.
dont you know what tact means?
i'm sure you do.
you jus don seem to be able to practice it.
not anymore.
its insensitivity taken to an extreme.
your behaviour has changed drastically.
and i cant say for the better.
maybe it'd get you to fit in better with the girls.
i wouldnt know.
but it contrast so much from before.
maybe its a good thing.
well lets hope it is.
you want it,
yet its always "forget it".
you expect me to bother?
forget it.
its getting worse and worse,
and its sooo irritatin.
and its not just the usual suspects.
its the ones you never thot would be whiny.
worse still, two whiners face of.
-dies-
i cant help but feel irked when the respective parties start whining.
the sounds are disturbing,
and it sure as hell does not help the class environment,
not that its goddamn gd aniwae.
but still.
maybe its jus me.
probrably so.
but still its apalling how some people can change so much,
become a different person within days/weeks.
and start whining.
and bimbotic.
the usual ones nothing can really be done.
but when the most unlikely person becomes one?
thats scary .
i don get it.
in the past i never imagined it could happen,
but you've proved otherwise.
transformed into a true blond bimbo.
a bimbo with an attitude still.
your sardonic behaviour,
i have to say is getting out of hand.
dont you know what tact means?
i'm sure you do.
you jus don seem to be able to practice it.
not anymore.
its insensitivity taken to an extreme.
your behaviour has changed drastically.
and i cant say for the better.
maybe it'd get you to fit in better with the girls.
i wouldnt know.
but it contrast so much from before.
maybe its a good thing.
well lets hope it is.
you want it,
yet its always "forget it".
you expect me to bother?
forget it.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
nil sine labore
just to add on.
nothing without labour.
girls? labour?
right.
VS is and must remain a guys sch,
for the very simple fact that its VS.
we all know it as a guys sch.
everyone does.
things that can be done:
1. go to sch wearing skirts
2. push ang pow chew into the pond
3. boycot sch
4. revolt -> make noise tok crap durin class
5. march out of sch (!!)
6. submit a proposal to moe to get apc sacked
7. vj ex-vs victorians: first period of sch we pon and go vs protest
wa lau somebody pls do smthn.
open ure eyes.
shoo.
nothing without labour.
girls? labour?
right.
VS is and must remain a guys sch,
for the very simple fact that its VS.
we all know it as a guys sch.
everyone does.
things that can be done:
1. go to sch wearing skirts
2. push ang pow chew into the pond
3. boycot sch
4. revolt -> make noise tok crap durin class
5. march out of sch (!!)
6. submit a proposal to moe to get apc sacked
7. vj ex-vs victorians: first period of sch we pon and go vs protest
wa lau somebody pls do smthn.
open ure eyes.
shoo.
glad to be gone
screw you ang pow chew.
the notion of having girls in the wonderful institution called Victoria School is just disgusting.
i mean, can you imagine?
our reputation for being an all boys school,
all 129 years of it,
all down the drain.
bring in girls?
and rape us guys of all our fun?
no way.
VS stands for Victoria School.
VS stands for THE guys school.
no way in hell could they ever change that.
all the tradition,
spanning the many years of our existance as a purely guys sch,
and ditch all that? nooo...
it doesnt really matter what they do.
the thing is, they are doin SMTHN.
which is just wrong.
VS is perfectly fine the way it is,
and will be less someone does smthn to change it.
which is wads happening.
fuck it man.
wad do they know of the Victorian Spirit?
after coming to Vj,
i still feel i'm most at home back in vs,
among all the guys,
standing together as one,
a Victorian.
girls will just fuck dat up.
or whatever they do.
vs and vj and institution?
look at hci.
it'll never work out.
it'll jus destroy everything vs has built.
the spirit, the belief,
the culture.
no one cheers as hard as we do,
no one fights as hard as we do.
no one will.
and just tink.
with girls vs life will never be the same.
they'll haf to "respect" members of the opp sex,
so no more with all the crude joking,
all the crazy antics,
hardcore games,
madass fun.
like imagine the canteen,
when they're doin the oi.............. thing.
guy: oi....
guys next to him: oi!!...
girl: *in high pitch shrilly voice* oi stop it lah! so irritatin. hmph. *turns away and flicks hair*
guys: *stares* -pause- *points middle fingers*
teacher(maran?): oi u clowns! come here!
guys walk over to get screwed.
hell yeah i'm glad i left while it was still well and good.
yeah i'm missing out,
but at least i wont be walkin to sch every morning seeing girls.
i do that now. in vj.
but never in vs.
you guys this is your time.
make it count.
victorian boycot.
the notion of having girls in the wonderful institution called Victoria School is just disgusting.
i mean, can you imagine?
our reputation for being an all boys school,
all 129 years of it,
all down the drain.
bring in girls?
and rape us guys of all our fun?
no way.
VS stands for Victoria School.
VS stands for THE guys school.
no way in hell could they ever change that.
all the tradition,
spanning the many years of our existance as a purely guys sch,
and ditch all that? nooo...
it doesnt really matter what they do.
the thing is, they are doin SMTHN.
which is just wrong.
VS is perfectly fine the way it is,
and will be less someone does smthn to change it.
which is wads happening.
fuck it man.
wad do they know of the Victorian Spirit?
after coming to Vj,
i still feel i'm most at home back in vs,
among all the guys,
standing together as one,
a Victorian.
girls will just fuck dat up.
or whatever they do.
vs and vj and institution?
look at hci.
it'll never work out.
it'll jus destroy everything vs has built.
the spirit, the belief,
the culture.
no one cheers as hard as we do,
no one fights as hard as we do.
no one will.
and just tink.
with girls vs life will never be the same.
they'll haf to "respect" members of the opp sex,
so no more with all the crude joking,
all the crazy antics,
hardcore games,
madass fun.
like imagine the canteen,
when they're doin the oi.............. thing.
guy: oi....
guys next to him: oi!!...
girl: *in high pitch shrilly voice* oi stop it lah! so irritatin. hmph. *turns away and flicks hair*
guys: *stares* -pause- *points middle fingers*
teacher(maran?): oi u clowns! come here!
guys walk over to get screwed.
hell yeah i'm glad i left while it was still well and good.
yeah i'm missing out,
but at least i wont be walkin to sch every morning seeing girls.
i do that now. in vj.
but never in vs.
you guys this is your time.
make it count.
victorian boycot.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
behind closed doors and blue eyes
dont you love the feeling?
the rage, an illusion of power.
i would.
but i've forgotten to hate.
these few years pass,
if theres one thing i've learnt,
its to let go.
no, not of things.
i cant do that.
to let go of feelings.
its not that i dont feel,
and i'll never claim that,
cos its nothing but a lie.
i feel,
but as much as i can,
i dont let my feelings to feel me,
to control me,
let it consume me.
and as such i don hate anymore.
i've gotten over it.
why burst a few capillaries here and there,
when one can just get on and live?
i'm not saying its wrong to hate.
its relative to each individual.
there are some things emotion is inevitable.
feelings will linger,
tempers to flare.
but after all that,
could you move on?
i'm not sure its the best way,
moving on,
don let it affect you.
some people just are affected.
its a result of bonds so close,
once broken, its more than just heartbreak.
they say the higher you climb,
the harder you fall.
so do you take the climb?
dare to traverse great heights?
i must admit.
i'm a coward.
for i dont even know,
if i'm willing to dare.
if its worse then not taking it.
its being unsure,
even after all this,
i've learnt one thing.
dat is not to let my emotions take control of me,
to let it eat me.
and in hate i see this major flaw:
obsession.
those who hate,
they're so obsessed with disliking a person,
they lose sight of the reality.
dat the person was never really there to hate.
which is why i hate no one.
i don particularly like many people,
in fact i pretty much dislike many people,
but i don hate anyone.
seeing as people obsessing over the person they hated,
i jus refuse to walk down dat road.
theres so much more i can do with my time.
"forgive and forget" the espression goes.
half of it is sufficient.
forget.
dont let emotion rule ure mind,
nor ure heart.
sunder thy soul.
manana - tommorow.
where i want to be.
i like watching doccumentaries.
the rage, an illusion of power.
i would.
but i've forgotten to hate.
these few years pass,
if theres one thing i've learnt,
its to let go.
no, not of things.
i cant do that.
to let go of feelings.
its not that i dont feel,
and i'll never claim that,
cos its nothing but a lie.
i feel,
but as much as i can,
i dont let my feelings to feel me,
to control me,
let it consume me.
and as such i don hate anymore.
i've gotten over it.
why burst a few capillaries here and there,
when one can just get on and live?
i'm not saying its wrong to hate.
its relative to each individual.
there are some things emotion is inevitable.
feelings will linger,
tempers to flare.
but after all that,
could you move on?
i'm not sure its the best way,
moving on,
don let it affect you.
some people just are affected.
its a result of bonds so close,
once broken, its more than just heartbreak.
they say the higher you climb,
the harder you fall.
so do you take the climb?
dare to traverse great heights?
i must admit.
i'm a coward.
for i dont even know,
if i'm willing to dare.
if its worse then not taking it.
its being unsure,
even after all this,
i've learnt one thing.
dat is not to let my emotions take control of me,
to let it eat me.
and in hate i see this major flaw:
obsession.
those who hate,
they're so obsessed with disliking a person,
they lose sight of the reality.
dat the person was never really there to hate.
which is why i hate no one.
i don particularly like many people,
in fact i pretty much dislike many people,
but i don hate anyone.
seeing as people obsessing over the person they hated,
i jus refuse to walk down dat road.
theres so much more i can do with my time.
"forgive and forget" the espression goes.
half of it is sufficient.
forget.
dont let emotion rule ure mind,
nor ure heart.
sunder thy soul.
manana - tommorow.
where i want to be.
i like watching doccumentaries.
deservingly deprived
why type so small?
isnt there nothing to hide?
you tink you're funny don you?
maturity is all about the scale.
and you evidently don haf one.
age is no measure of maturity,
i noe.
but again, maturity is all in the mind,
and all in the actions.
jus how,
is giggling at the top of your voice,
squaring up with someone one head taller (albeit his face OVER yours),
swinging your (not very big/powerful) fist at someone with twice your strength,
trying to boss/be little(the irony) people you cant,
going "oh you're so nice" so many times,
claiming all the "rage"and "anger" (so called) trapped inside,
(waiting to be unleashed on the world? god save the world)
how you're oh so weak inside,
not wanting to "lose it" in front of girls,
repeating jokes after everyone has laughed at the first,
acting the big-shot you're not,
showing off in everything you do,
shouting across the classroom,
going on and on about yourself,
everytime, anytime. (people do roll their eyes)
THEN label others immature and the sort.
to suppose so much.
is this maturity??
if it is, den i'm glad you actually tink me immature.
thanks, cos i'd gladly stay young forever.
above all, it'll save me all the embarassment.
isnt there nothing to hide?
you tink you're funny don you?
maturity is all about the scale.
and you evidently don haf one.
age is no measure of maturity,
i noe.
but again, maturity is all in the mind,
and all in the actions.
jus how,
is giggling at the top of your voice,
squaring up with someone one head taller (albeit his face OVER yours),
swinging your (not very big/powerful) fist at someone with twice your strength,
trying to boss/be little(the irony) people you cant,
going "oh you're so nice" so many times,
claiming all the "rage"and "anger" (so called) trapped inside,
(waiting to be unleashed on the world? god save the world)
how you're oh so weak inside,
not wanting to "lose it" in front of girls,
repeating jokes after everyone has laughed at the first,
acting the big-shot you're not,
showing off in everything you do,
shouting across the classroom,
going on and on about yourself,
everytime, anytime. (people do roll their eyes)
THEN label others immature and the sort.
to suppose so much.
is this maturity??
if it is, den i'm glad you actually tink me immature.
thanks, cos i'd gladly stay young forever.
above all, it'll save me all the embarassment.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
blast from the past
i realised that recently, my taste in songs haf gone back in time.
i tink.
its like, i'm listeining to alot more 90s-02 songs den 05 songs.
so.
top 20 songs (again):
1. scars, papa roach
2. summer of 69, bowling for soup
3. one last breath, creed
4. so far away, staind
5. we believe, good charlotte
6. the young and the hopeless, good charlotte
7. faithfully, journey
8. beautiful didaster (live), kelly clarkson
9. behind blue eyes, limp bizkit/lifehouse
10. guilty, the rasmus
11. this i promise you, nsync
12. the middle, jimmy eat world
13. work, jimmy eat world
14. just the girl, the click 5
15. dirty little secret, the all american rejects
16. boys of summer, the ataris
17. drowning, backstreet boys
18. everything burns, ben moody ft. anastacia
19. stuck in a moment, u2
20. build me up buttercup, busted
hm.
i'm actually quite sure i left out some songs. many in fact.
my song reccomendations:
(besides the above 20)
- dreaming in red, the calling
- freestyler (original and remix), bomfunk mc
- crumbs, disagree
- runaway, electrico (wadeva u all may say i tink electrico is good. and so is pug jelly.)
- heaven sent, dokken
- crawling in the dark, hoobastank
- hello, evanescance
- maurenn, fountains of wayne
- the chronicles of life and death, good charlotte
- who we are, hope paltrow
- open arms, journey
- live for you, jason sweet
- very last moment in time, lindsay lohan
- you get what you give, new radicals
- sometimes, papa roach
- its been awhile, staind
- right here, staind
- outside, staind
- redemption, switchfoot
- the beautiful letdown, switchfoot
- daddy is a bitch, desmond
//
i tink.
its like, i'm listeining to alot more 90s-02 songs den 05 songs.
so.
top 20 songs (again):
1. scars, papa roach
2. summer of 69, bowling for soup
3. one last breath, creed
4. so far away, staind
5. we believe, good charlotte
6. the young and the hopeless, good charlotte
7. faithfully, journey
8. beautiful didaster (live), kelly clarkson
9. behind blue eyes, limp bizkit/lifehouse
10. guilty, the rasmus
11. this i promise you, nsync
12. the middle, jimmy eat world
13. work, jimmy eat world
14. just the girl, the click 5
15. dirty little secret, the all american rejects
16. boys of summer, the ataris
17. drowning, backstreet boys
18. everything burns, ben moody ft. anastacia
19. stuck in a moment, u2
20. build me up buttercup, busted
hm.
i'm actually quite sure i left out some songs. many in fact.
my song reccomendations:
(besides the above 20)
- dreaming in red, the calling
- freestyler (original and remix), bomfunk mc
- crumbs, disagree
- runaway, electrico (wadeva u all may say i tink electrico is good. and so is pug jelly.)
- heaven sent, dokken
- crawling in the dark, hoobastank
- hello, evanescance
- maurenn, fountains of wayne
- the chronicles of life and death, good charlotte
- who we are, hope paltrow
- open arms, journey
- live for you, jason sweet
- very last moment in time, lindsay lohan
- you get what you give, new radicals
- sometimes, papa roach
- its been awhile, staind
- right here, staind
- outside, staind
- redemption, switchfoot
- the beautiful letdown, switchfoot
- daddy is a bitch, desmond
//
Friday, August 12, 2005
Thursday, August 11, 2005
anti-christian sentiments
warning:
ALL CHRISTIANS WHO DON HATE ME YET, PLS BE WARNED THAT THE FOLLOWING IS PARTICULARLY INSULTING AND CRUDE. I ASK YOU TO LEAVE IF YOU DON YET WISH TO HATE ME FOREVER.
NOW LEAVE.
nb. i won an ipod mini!!
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disclaimer: to all my christian friends, i hope you arnt offended if u choose to read on. i don mean any harm. its jus my personal opinions and observations. i'm very sure you wont agree with me on many/all things, but let it be known that as much as you believe in god, i dont. if i do offend you, i'm really sorry. pls don take it to heart and come "crusade" me.
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ah. still here.
well then. read on.
yesterday i went to church. well sort of. i was inside a church. suffering.
my conclusions.
1. church sucks.
2. christians are worse.
3. preachers can talk a whole lot of shit
4. whoa they sure as hell get all caught up and all
5. christian young-ass punk-wannabes are qian bian shit
6. i shall never hook up with a extremely devout christian
7. christians look stupid when they pray/worship ie. openin both arms into the air, spinning on the spot while singing... etc. like o.0
8. christians make PATHETIC mosh pits!! >.<
my reasons:
1. wa lau its goddam borin... i mean, sitting through i hour of preaching? man it takes its toll on you. i mean, me and lester ended up playin monopoly on his phone. oh then our game was cut short by prayer/some stuff that ended with amen. what nuts.
2. whoa look at the way the "dance" and bounce man!! its scary. like turning around on the spot?!? and the fucked up girl in front of us, (today whom i realised is from vj >.<), was like "excuse me do you mind i'm trying to listen?" when she turned back me and lester started laughing. softly, of course.
3,4. 2 stories! ugh! and they werent even interesting... what the hell. i mean, like who the fuck wants to know how god touched you or called out to you when u were about to commit suicide?? hello?!? it wasnt no god calling you. it was common sense. or well actually, not very common sense. christians don seem to haf it. the ones i saw aniwae. and well, the pastor joyce girl, she was like getting all emotional and "in touch" and stuff. its pretty interesting to watch. i mean, whoa they're getting touched. imagine if someone went up when every had their eyes closed and like touched her. no, not in the sick way. as in jus like lay a hand on her shoulder or smthn. -laughs and laughs and laughs for no apparent reason- well yeah. she sepnt 1 bloosy hr tokin cock, encouraging people to convert, to "accept god's love", cos "god will always love you". liek oh "god wants to meet you". hell yeah. he wants to meet me? he better que up. that is IF i want to meet him. by appointment only.
5. there was this small boy in front of us. yeah. everytime we sniggered at somthing or jus fidgetted abit, he would like look (up) at us and give us the "death" stare, the oh-shut-up-or-else-god-wont-love-you-and-i-cant-hear-him-and-let-him-touch-me look. ew.
like me, yeow boon and lester were ready to punch him.
6. ah duh. i don wan a chick who's gonna be touched by someone else other den me. no wait. i don wan a chick who WANTS to be touched by someone other than me.
7. like before the race the were showing videos and stuff, and there was like shots of the people lifting their arms into the air, feeling the god, during a concert/performance thingy.
me: "yo wad??"
lester: "oh my son..."
me: "dats gay. seriously."
lester: "yeah man. like wtf?!"
me: "man... christians i tell you".
lester: -staring at screen, still in disbelief-
dats roughly wad happened. you get the idea. i mean, it was reather retarded. dats wad god brings to you. there was this song, one line had somthing to do with spinning, people were spinning on the spot, in total tellytubby fashion!! like whurt?!?
8. jus look at them. just watch. they suck. seriously. bobbing up and down. WITH A BODY'S SPACE BETWEEN EACH OTHER?!? WAD KIND OF FUCKED UP MOSH PIT IS DAT??? crazy i tell you...
thoughts after church:
christianity is one heck of a deception. think da vinci code. except there never was jesus nor mary nor whoever else appears. jus imagine. scandalous.
the next time (if there is one) i willingly step into a church (keyword willingly) would be to collect an ipod. or smthn of that degree.
no more hour long preachin 4 me.
eeeks.
ALL CHRISTIANS WHO DON HATE ME YET, PLS BE WARNED THAT THE FOLLOWING IS PARTICULARLY INSULTING AND CRUDE. I ASK YOU TO LEAVE IF YOU DON YET WISH TO HATE ME FOREVER.
NOW LEAVE.
nb. i won an ipod mini!!
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disclaimer: to all my christian friends, i hope you arnt offended if u choose to read on. i don mean any harm. its jus my personal opinions and observations. i'm very sure you wont agree with me on many/all things, but let it be known that as much as you believe in god, i dont. if i do offend you, i'm really sorry. pls don take it to heart and come "crusade" me.
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well then. read on.
yesterday i went to church. well sort of. i was inside a church. suffering.
my conclusions.
1. church sucks.
2. christians are worse.
3. preachers can talk a whole lot of shit
4. whoa they sure as hell get all caught up and all
5. christian young-ass punk-wannabes are qian bian shit
6. i shall never hook up with a extremely devout christian
7. christians look stupid when they pray/worship ie. openin both arms into the air, spinning on the spot while singing... etc. like o.0
8. christians make PATHETIC mosh pits!! >.<
my reasons:
1. wa lau its goddam borin... i mean, sitting through i hour of preaching? man it takes its toll on you. i mean, me and lester ended up playin monopoly on his phone. oh then our game was cut short by prayer/some stuff that ended with amen. what nuts.
2. whoa look at the way the "dance" and bounce man!! its scary. like turning around on the spot?!? and the fucked up girl in front of us, (today whom i realised is from vj >.<), was like "excuse me do you mind i'm trying to listen?" when she turned back me and lester started laughing. softly, of course.
3,4. 2 stories! ugh! and they werent even interesting... what the hell. i mean, like who the fuck wants to know how god touched you or called out to you when u were about to commit suicide?? hello?!? it wasnt no god calling you. it was common sense. or well actually, not very common sense. christians don seem to haf it. the ones i saw aniwae. and well, the pastor joyce girl, she was like getting all emotional and "in touch" and stuff. its pretty interesting to watch. i mean, whoa they're getting touched. imagine if someone went up when every had their eyes closed and like touched her. no, not in the sick way. as in jus like lay a hand on her shoulder or smthn. -laughs and laughs and laughs for no apparent reason- well yeah. she sepnt 1 bloosy hr tokin cock, encouraging people to convert, to "accept god's love", cos "god will always love you". liek oh "god wants to meet you". hell yeah. he wants to meet me? he better que up. that is IF i want to meet him. by appointment only.
5. there was this small boy in front of us. yeah. everytime we sniggered at somthing or jus fidgetted abit, he would like look (up) at us and give us the "death" stare, the oh-shut-up-or-else-god-wont-love-you-and-i-cant-hear-him-and-let-him-touch-me look. ew.
like me, yeow boon and lester were ready to punch him.
6. ah duh. i don wan a chick who's gonna be touched by someone else other den me. no wait. i don wan a chick who WANTS to be touched by someone other than me.
7. like before the race the were showing videos and stuff, and there was like shots of the people lifting their arms into the air, feeling the god, during a concert/performance thingy.
me: "yo wad??"
lester: "oh my son..."
me: "dats gay. seriously."
lester: "yeah man. like wtf?!"
me: "man... christians i tell you".
lester: -staring at screen, still in disbelief-
dats roughly wad happened. you get the idea. i mean, it was reather retarded. dats wad god brings to you. there was this song, one line had somthing to do with spinning, people were spinning on the spot, in total tellytubby fashion!! like whurt?!?
8. jus look at them. just watch. they suck. seriously. bobbing up and down. WITH A BODY'S SPACE BETWEEN EACH OTHER?!? WAD KIND OF FUCKED UP MOSH PIT IS DAT??? crazy i tell you...
thoughts after church:
christianity is one heck of a deception. think da vinci code. except there never was jesus nor mary nor whoever else appears. jus imagine. scandalous.
the next time (if there is one) i willingly step into a church (keyword willingly) would be to collect an ipod. or smthn of that degree.
no more hour long preachin 4 me.
eeeks.
Monday, August 08, 2005
cheekless
what the fuck.
i find it bloody insulting.
and insult to my intelligence.
hello? wake up.
koganti isnt the vsgep.
if it makes a diff,
he very much WASNT the vsgep.
you dont know me,
and you never will,
so stop acting as if u do.
koganti knows nuts about me.
sean knows nuts about me.
and i don exactly think u noe anyone else do you?
oh yes. leon. cos he's in vj. wtf.
i'd like to see you ask,
i'd really like to see you try,
ask ANY of the vsgepers.
IF you even know them.
i mean, i must say you're "sources" are rather inaccurate.
i suppose you also heard from "any" vsgeper,
that i'm a girlfriend stealer, rite?
wow. how come you know things i don?
about myself??
incredible...
"That just brought down the facade, didn't it?
Sh(w)oed the real you.
How bloody backstabbing, lying, and manipulative you can be.
And are."
interesting facts.
1. how is that backstabbing?
i don lyk him.
i believe that's clear enough.
so how is wanting to thrash someone you don like backstabbing?
backstabbing is somethign done to friends.
to others, its called being straight up.
get your ideas right.
2. i lie. and i noe it.
so?
i don see how the yx thing showed anything you somehow managed to infer.
it showed one thing plain and simple.
my tolerence level is waning.
and lets see you come piss me off bad enough.
i promise you, you'll suffer s worse fate.
much.
don try so hard,
when you know you aint gonna succeed.
i find it bloody insulting.
and insult to my intelligence.
hello? wake up.
koganti isnt the vsgep.
if it makes a diff,
he very much WASNT the vsgep.
you dont know me,
and you never will,
so stop acting as if u do.
koganti knows nuts about me.
sean knows nuts about me.
and i don exactly think u noe anyone else do you?
oh yes. leon. cos he's in vj. wtf.
i'd like to see you ask,
i'd really like to see you try,
ask ANY of the vsgepers.
IF you even know them.
i mean, i must say you're "sources" are rather inaccurate.
i suppose you also heard from "any" vsgeper,
that i'm a girlfriend stealer, rite?
wow. how come you know things i don?
about myself??
incredible...
"That just brought down the facade, didn't it?
Sh(w)oed the real you.
How bloody backstabbing, lying, and manipulative you can be.
And are."
interesting facts.
1. how is that backstabbing?
i don lyk him.
i believe that's clear enough.
so how is wanting to thrash someone you don like backstabbing?
backstabbing is somethign done to friends.
to others, its called being straight up.
get your ideas right.
2. i lie. and i noe it.
so?
i don see how the yx thing showed anything you somehow managed to infer.
it showed one thing plain and simple.
my tolerence level is waning.
and lets see you come piss me off bad enough.
i promise you, you'll suffer s worse fate.
much.
don try so hard,
when you know you aint gonna succeed.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
that was yesterday. driving in the car.
how interesting.
seeing all of you,
as in ALL of you,
wan to put an explanation to wad i do.
why try?
cos theres no way you can.
is it that much of a mystery even?
i seriously believe its too much.
the attempts to try to make me feel sorry,
or insulted, or inferior,
whatever it is.
you and i both know it aint gonna work.
so you hate me.
how wonderful.
do i care?
no.
do i hate you?
i cant be bothered to.
yes i read your blog.
helps to destress.
thats why they invented comic relief.
and so much for being open and not hiding behind words eh?
hello but everything is communicated through words no?
and i find it really amusing you can talk about how they get to see the real me.
you've seen the subdued me?
humour me and tell me when.
i seriously doubt that has happened,
for the basic fact that no one noes the real me,
and i don tink u nor anyone in our class gets even close,
to even a small bit of me.
so don go shooting ure mouth off when you cant.
we haf lang arts lessons on argumentative writing.
its termed substatistion.
and yes i may need someone to hang on to.
but that person is so much more than any of you.
i'm not desperate.
i'd gladly survive,
maybe even prosper without "frenz" like them,
people like you.
i don noe.
i cant get over the fact that you can say you've seent the real me!
its jus too funny.
ah my sides hurt from falling off the chair.
and i'd like to see jus what you haf to say.
i can jus imagine:
" i hate you for everything you've done to me. i cant be bothered to explain."
whoa. some scariness.
you ask who am i to insult others?
my answer is plain and simple.
i'm human.
hence i feel.
i don imagine living in this comfy world,
where everything is served,
ready when you want it.
i know life sucks.
its out to get us all.
and i deal with that.
who are you to say that i haf no right?
i happen to also tink alot about,
who i am,
what i do,
what i want to do.
i don tink about how wonderful i am,
unliek SOME people,
but i tink about how i want to be.
screw people.
my life is and always be about me.
some people say they live for frenz.
i did.
i still do.
but not by any of you.
honestly i don care what you tink.
i don care what any of them tink.
fuck all of them if i care.
so you two are some pair eh?
interesting.
so this is about pride?
i wonder.
you wish to talk about egos?
isnt there abit of self-examination in order?
the two of you.
and the rest who are playing this game.
yes i do realise that this is a problem.
and it can and is tearing apart the class.
and why?
cos as much as you say you arnt,
you are taking sides.
and so is the class.
and i can safely say it isnt mine.
i don want for them to.
yeah yeah go side with them.
they're so nice.
they're so pitiful.
why cant we like forgive and all that stuff?
its simple enough.
there is no forgetting.
i also realise another thing.
this wasnt a class issue.
until CERTAIN people decided to make it one.
am i guilty?
possibly.
but dat doesnt change the fact that by bringing this out to a class level,
people are making others take sides.
if you havent already noticed,
i happen to realise that this is not some show.
adn i'm playing it as one.
you haf personal experience?
so do i.
and i'm not saying things arnt resolvabale.
problem here is it jus won be.
there is tension.
its darn obvious.
but why do you all bother so much?
thension will always suffice.
some stay, some go away.
let it be.
this is a plea to anyone who still wishes to comment on the issue at hand.
don bother.
nothing's gonna happen.
not yet anyway.
nb. and before you start saying how i'm deliberately causing trouble with my post(s), let me get this straight. i blog for the purpose of clearing up certain, say misconceptions. and i'm a fighter by nature. fight me.
goin back on everything we said.
didnt i already know it.
seeing all of you,
as in ALL of you,
wan to put an explanation to wad i do.
why try?
cos theres no way you can.
is it that much of a mystery even?
i seriously believe its too much.
the attempts to try to make me feel sorry,
or insulted, or inferior,
whatever it is.
you and i both know it aint gonna work.
so you hate me.
how wonderful.
do i care?
no.
do i hate you?
i cant be bothered to.
yes i read your blog.
helps to destress.
thats why they invented comic relief.
and so much for being open and not hiding behind words eh?
hello but everything is communicated through words no?
and i find it really amusing you can talk about how they get to see the real me.
you've seen the subdued me?
humour me and tell me when.
i seriously doubt that has happened,
for the basic fact that no one noes the real me,
and i don tink u nor anyone in our class gets even close,
to even a small bit of me.
so don go shooting ure mouth off when you cant.
we haf lang arts lessons on argumentative writing.
its termed substatistion.
and yes i may need someone to hang on to.
but that person is so much more than any of you.
i'm not desperate.
i'd gladly survive,
maybe even prosper without "frenz" like them,
people like you.
i don noe.
i cant get over the fact that you can say you've seent the real me!
its jus too funny.
ah my sides hurt from falling off the chair.
and i'd like to see jus what you haf to say.
i can jus imagine:
" i hate you for everything you've done to me. i cant be bothered to explain."
whoa. some scariness.
you ask who am i to insult others?
my answer is plain and simple.
i'm human.
hence i feel.
i don imagine living in this comfy world,
where everything is served,
ready when you want it.
i know life sucks.
its out to get us all.
and i deal with that.
who are you to say that i haf no right?
i happen to also tink alot about,
who i am,
what i do,
what i want to do.
i don tink about how wonderful i am,
unliek SOME people,
but i tink about how i want to be.
screw people.
my life is and always be about me.
some people say they live for frenz.
i did.
i still do.
but not by any of you.
honestly i don care what you tink.
i don care what any of them tink.
fuck all of them if i care.
so you two are some pair eh?
interesting.
so this is about pride?
i wonder.
you wish to talk about egos?
isnt there abit of self-examination in order?
the two of you.
and the rest who are playing this game.
yes i do realise that this is a problem.
and it can and is tearing apart the class.
and why?
cos as much as you say you arnt,
you are taking sides.
and so is the class.
and i can safely say it isnt mine.
i don want for them to.
yeah yeah go side with them.
they're so nice.
they're so pitiful.
why cant we like forgive and all that stuff?
its simple enough.
there is no forgetting.
i also realise another thing.
this wasnt a class issue.
until CERTAIN people decided to make it one.
am i guilty?
possibly.
but dat doesnt change the fact that by bringing this out to a class level,
people are making others take sides.
if you havent already noticed,
i happen to realise that this is not some show.
adn i'm playing it as one.
you haf personal experience?
so do i.
and i'm not saying things arnt resolvabale.
problem here is it jus won be.
there is tension.
its darn obvious.
but why do you all bother so much?
thension will always suffice.
some stay, some go away.
let it be.
this is a plea to anyone who still wishes to comment on the issue at hand.
don bother.
nothing's gonna happen.
not yet anyway.
nb. and before you start saying how i'm deliberately causing trouble with my post(s), let me get this straight. i blog for the purpose of clearing up certain, say misconceptions. and i'm a fighter by nature. fight me.
goin back on everything we said.
didnt i already know it.
Monday, August 01, 2005
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