September 29, 2001
In the car I just can't wait,
to pick you up on our very first date
Is it cool if I hold your hand?
Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?
Do you like my stupid hair?
Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?
I'm too scared of what you think
You make me nervous so I really can't eat
Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
When you smile, I melt inside
I'm not worthy for a minute of your time
I really wish it was only me and you
I'm jealous of everybody in the room
Please don't look at me with those eyes
Please don't hint that you're capable of lies
I dread the thought of our very first kiss
A target that I'm probably gonna miss
Let's go,don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make, this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Blink 182 ~ First Date
8:15 PM
the 21st century is a terrible place to study in. every day, a new distraction is born. firstly, the computer. there's no good reason why you should leave it and go study. studying becomes a chore, especially in the wake of the arrival of the computer. u can do so many other better things with it. then there's the invention of games. sega consoles, playstations, LAN games, blah blah, and u get even more reasons why u should find it hard to study. next is the fad-dish way of life, where mere existence is uncool. u have to constantly upgrade and educate yourself in order to really live. and in the midst of this, it can be understandable why u can't differentiate dy/dx about the pivot Q to find the mass of 25cm cube of diluted sulphuric acid to get mockingbirds flying around the fold mountains and Abigail dancing in the cool temperate evergreen forest. it really is understandable.
1:29 PM
September 28, 2001
since everyone's doing it, i thought i might as well come up with my own list of the top ten sexiest women. (somewhat in order)
1. Tara Reid ~ has to be her.
2. Alyson Hannigan ~ never been a better-looking redhead in this world.
3. Louise Nurding ~ very pretty
4. Alicia Keys ~ new face, not bad at all
5. Zhang Ziyi ~ not bad for a chinese (i'm probably going to get killed for this if i don't explain. the only chinese citizens i come into contact with are the PRCs in school. that should explain a lot, right?)
6. Charlize Theron ~ sexy South-African
7. Elisabeth Filarski ~ one of the reasons i never missed an episode of survivor
8. Angelina Jolie ~ sexy for reasons unknown to many like myself
9. Kate Beckinsale ~ irresistable?
10. Ru Paul ~ just gotta love him
7:43 PM
Fertility clinic
he sat at the seat furthest from the lady behind the counter. he was deep in thought as well, wondering if they would ever have the child they wanted so badly. he took personal insult for their inability to have children, in spite of their years' of persistence. it was no longer a matter of physical satisfaction under the covers, but more of a growing worry of having nothing to show for their happiness in being together. the doctor finally called john in. and john called his loved one in. they both went in slowly, fearing the worse.
they both were sitting uncomfortably on their seats, and john gripped his darling's hand as if to say everything would be alright. the doctor looked at john with a detached kind of understanding and pity. he then turned to the other, and began to explain.
" i think i know what the problem is, Tom."
7:05 PM
i had a very significant dream two days ago. in it, i was driving a bus full of passengers. problem was i was in the backseat of the bus. (i dun understand either) anyway, i was driving the bus pretty recklessly but somehow managing. then later, i moved to the leftmost lane and stopped the bus. and everyone got off. i finally settled down.
Optimistic analysis
i may have been visualised what i had been going through during the prelims. i was not fully in control, and was struggling to take charge of the proceedings. the people on the bus could have been those i would disappoint with my results. then finally i realised the state i was in and stopped the bus to settle down. ie. the period now. hopefully i can pick up myself and my self-esteem and carry on with a newborn hope.
Pessimistic analysis
i may have been forced to do something i didn't like, and didn't do it properly. thus i was driving the bus from the ... backseat. the people on the bus could have been the driving force, literally (who am i to talk about literally, anyway?). they may have been the reason for me to do this particular thing i detested. then, they got off, leaving me all alone. i am left with no ambition and no purpose. but anyway, this is a stoopid analogy so i am sticking with the first one.
6:47 PM
September 27, 2001
create another me. i need help. not from you though. only i can help myself. i know myself better than anyone anyway.
this has been a terrible period for me. some may say that i should be satisfied with my score. i am. kind of. but not with my results. hopefully it isn't true that i am indeed a c-grade human. or maybe i am. maybe i just am...
3:41 PM
September 25, 2001
la la la la la la la (to the tune of Clementine)
4:02 PM
September 22, 2001
at first it sounded like a great idea to retaliate against the middle east. it was a proposal backed by thousands of angry revenge-seekers. but upon further thought, it is nothing but a bogus act on the part of america. by attacking the afghan state, only the innocent folks of afghanistan whose only crime was being unable to stand the americans' superior-than-thou attitude, and their endless desire to poke their nose into other people's business. i feel that these coming attacks (mark my words, the attacks are now inevitable) will simply be a proclamation of america's status of untouchability. god help this world.
11:00 PM
September 20, 2001
the end of the prelims is something u want to celebrate. but dare not celebrate too much, lest u forget about the 'O's which would be palpably disastrous. anyway, it is indeed splendid that the end of the beginning is here. i've a feeling this is gonna come out like something mr ng would say, but here goes: it is not the destination that matters, but the journey. (a little something of my own, this) so have a hell of a time and bag those A1s! somehow!
5:00 PM
freedom... finally. 46 days and another 2 weeks later i'll be saying the same thing. feel free to count down.
4:45 PM
September 17, 2001
a few days ago, i posted an entry on muslims. but lately, i've been thinking on it quite a bit and feel that they don't deserve it. evil doesn't wear a Songkok, it wears Hate. so screw osama and not other muslims.
3:53 PM
September 15, 2001
want to hear a joke? i just read this a few moments ago. but unfortunately, only those who follow football will understand it. if u don't follow soccer, i doubt u will understand what's happening.
"Newcastle's Christian Bassedas has told his team-mates not to worry about Seba Veron and insists Alan Shearer and Nolberto Solano are as good."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! even if put together, the two of them couldn't even half-match up to his skills. my oh my what a wicked comparison. my heart goes out to La Brujita, a.k.a. Juan Sebastian Veron, the midfield maestro of United.
for those of u who don't in fact follow football, i told u.
10:50 AM
hubert walter macintosh once said, 'if only i existed.'
indeed, he never existed.
10:43 AM
still on the american tragedy
at a time like this, one can't help but put aside his sentiments of what a lousy leader George Bush Jr. may be. instead, one can only admire him for his passion and love for america and the american people, and his determination to bring justice to its feet. salutations to the real american hero.
10:32 AM
September 14, 2001
the tragedy in the U.S. will not only affect those affected, but also those who aren't affected. many llives were lost as a result of the selfish acts of terror, and i think the least i could do was to post an entry expressing my heartfelt condolences to the families of those killed in the attack.
the accounts of witnesses and those whose loved ones were killed by the tragedy would have moved stone. it is terrible to have these things happen to anyone, more so because no one deserved anything that has happened in the last 3 days. 11 sept was my mum's birthday. we went for lunch that day, and when i came back i was intensively doing some last minute chemistry revision. then suddenly my dad called out top me, telling me to watch the television. it was not an idiot box that day, for through it, i witnessed one of the most horrific acts of terrorism and inhumanity the world has ever seen, or hopefully, will ever see.
i will forever remember the day, terrorism struck america causing wide-spread chaos, evoking grief among millions of people.
12:49 PM
i'm slowly changing into a fish. these scales. they surface from within. what do they signify? it must be that i am assuming a new identity. i already see myself swimming away. i must have been born that way.
12:23 PM
i wanted to post an entry on muslims, but i thought writing about my faulty toilet would be more interesting.
i have a toilet. it is faulty. there. definietly more interesting than writing about muslims.
11:45 AM
September 05, 2001
i hate answering questions. especially questions which require an 'ok' as an answer. because those aren't even questions. the worst questions that can be asked are those which end with a "huh?" not those one-liner, no-brainer, weijin-ish remarks like as in a state of absolutely not knowing what's going on. "... so i'll pick you up from there, alright/huh?" it can be easily made into a simple statement with the removal of the last word. the failure to reply to such questions may often be regarded as arrogance or rudeness.
but then again, some people like asking senseless questions to keep the other party active in the conversation, huh?
2:17 PM
September 03, 2001
ben stood outside the classroom waiting for someone to follow him to the tuckshop. he was beginning to grow weary when suddenly he caught sight of gabriel. the latter was happily minding his own business, sharing laughs with colin as they both unhurriedly walked. ben proceeded along gabriel, and after giving the idea a deep thought, inclined his right hand behind him and let a stinging shot at gabriel's crotch. what followed was a grimacing, perplexed face on gabriel.
"oww! what was that for?" asked gabriel, still gingerly clutching at his bollocks.
ben looked at him almost pitifully and explained, "that was for..." and suddenly, a hot sensation rose up ben's spine. worry grew evident on his now-perspiring face. he seemed to remember a disturbing and unnerving truth.
"sorry, wrong person" he said, running for his dear life.
2:13 PM
September 02, 2001
Pak (sung to the tune of NSYNC's 'Pop')
smelly pak... ag
sick and tired of hearin' all these people talk about
what's the deal with this pak's life and when is it gonna fade out?
the thing you've got to realize that he hasn't got a friend
he's got the gift of blasphemy see what god did to his rear end(come on now)
it doesnt matter
'bout the food he eats or the green around his back
all that matters
is that you recognize that he was born with some defect
it doesnt matter
'bout the pants he wears and where it goes and why
all that matters
is that you get hype and he'll show it to ya every time (come on now)
CHORUS
do you ever wonder why
this odour gets you high
it takes you on a ride
feel it when your senses start to rock(body starts to rock_)
and you wish that he would stop
and the smell is all you got (baby c'mon)
this must be Pak (dirty Pak, babe you cant stop i know you like this, smelly
Pak, this must be)
now you don't wanna try to classify the type of thing he'll do
he's just fine doin what he likes
will you let him vacuum for you?
im tired of hearin' all around me ' why you so sucky?'
just worry 'bout yours 'cause he's got a new nick; it's das ding an sich
it doesnt matter
'bout the food he eats or the green around his back
all that matters
is that you recognize that he was born with some defect
it doesnt matter
'bout the pants he wears and where it goes and why
all that matters
is that you get hype and he'll show it to ya everytime (come one)
CHORUS-repeat
Oooooh, man i'm tired of suckin'
(Music Break)
CHORUS-repeat
This must be, pak!... ppppppppak!
7:50 PM
once upon a time there was an underover FBI agent who was forced under circumstances to be a clown. he enjoyed being a clown so much that he gave up his government job.
7:17 PM
