what is the meaning of an unexpected projectile confectionary?
red|three
Among modern occupations, only cult leaders and TV weathermen rival the technological visionary's ability to retain credibility despite all evidence to the contrary."
i've been going through my archives. it's interesting. and it also marks that this blog is almost a year old.
gee, where has all the time gone? *looks at blog*
*blog backs away and stands in a corner radiating embarassed silence*
in times like these i really realise that sometimes looking back on who you were, you have a really much clearer perspective on where you wanna go and who you wanna be.
gah. i caught pink eye. first it was my dad. then my mom and me in quick sucession. Not as incapacitating as a flu or a fever, but still pretty UNpretty and irritating. it's a perfect time to practice your evil eye look to give to be given to tourists who ask condescending questions like "oh, you've got internet in malaysia?!".
and i can't even take naps to alleviate my headaches. it's hard to open my eyes after i wake up. they get...stuck together. i'm sure everyone will be thankful if i don't go into much more grapic detail of this experience of conjunctivitis.
and i took antibiotics today. from my mothers perscription. i always wonder sometimes why my parents always prefer not to let me see a doctor whenever i don't feel well. (paranoid mode imagination) i havn't even had a check up since i was in primary school. i know most times it's unnessary, but i don't wanna risk taking meds on assumption.
i am afraid. sometimes my trust in my parents wavers when they wave off medication that i might potentially have a reation to in my direction. well, hope it helps my eyes, that's all i'm sayin.*keeps number of hospital on speed dial*
onigiri/quasimodo shall return to my cave and security blanket of music, anime, and pirated films.
there's always more than one way to view anything. well, mostly anything. it all depends on how twisted you are wiling to go. for example, you could say, shit. when someone could say, fertiliser. :D
a description of my condition. for ye who are morbidly fascinated by such things. not for the faint of heart
A dog looks up to humans. A cat looks down on people. But a pig will look a human in the eye and see its equal.
some pics i like which were taken while in the boh tea plantation and the MNS chalet there. (MNS= malaysian nature society).
am currently recovering from a bout of flu. bleargh. someone should shoot the lil buggers that scurry round my head wielding hammers and branding irons.
High school is like a spork: its a crappy spoon AND a crappy fork, so in the end, its just plain useless.
all the shots in this green one are from mns boh chalet up in camerons. leave me cookies. i really want to know your opinion, good or bad. see, i asked for it :P, so i can't complain if you take this oppurtunity to shoot me heheehe
green|two
and happy valentine's day to tigger >< , and anyone else who notes this date :)
It is generally agreed that "Hello" is an appropriate greeting because if you entered a room and said "Goodbye," it could confuse a lot of people.
well you're never gonna get it
Who needs sleep?
tell me what's that for
Who needs sleep?
be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake
since the Second World War.
ok, i have realized to keep myself sane, i should stop being so self absorbed when at home/alone. i'm a danger to good taste and rationality. ;)
therein lies the blogger's dilemma. if you begin to write more often about others or things not relating to oneself, do you invite opportunities for danger? for if one remains self contained, the biggest risk is to oneself.
is self endangering more preferable to convincing a busload of tourists that the quickest route to that holiday paradise is actually off the side of a cliff?
but looking at how things are going, a self pitying and self indulgent blog is a flaw even in description. so to be more constructive in this line of recreational writing, do we continue to write for ourselves, or for the masses?
and at the end of the day, it probably boils down to the root of the things which is,
why do we write?
to be noticed?
to be free?
to be r e a d ?
to make a change?
to pass the humdrum minutes?
to entertain?
to those actually reading, i have passed into the blazing land of hypocrisy, by writing a self absorbed post about self absorbed writing.
hah!
"Hypocrite: The man who murdered his parents, and then pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan"
think pink. my mp3 player decides not to work. i mourn.
call me: bitchums/babi maksiat/sluttykins/typo fairy/onigiri.
hobbies: include, art, running circles around oneself, and music.
relationship status: pining
inspiration level: na daa
humour: cynical and self depreciating. not to mention inconsistent.
thinks:the balance is in grave danger, will require lots of candy and cuddles to restore.
realises: that a good night's rest is absolutely essential for all facets of life, especially in dignity threatening situations.
hopes: for things to be better tommorow.
notices: that my blog could be summarised as depressingly optimistic.
is told: that i'm much more jolly in person.
knows: that i need to remember the lessons i have learned.
pink|one
The philosophy exam was a piece of cake -- which was a bit of a surprise, actually, because I was expecting some questions on a sheet of paper.
and the photos on hold till friday. not that anyone really cares anyway haha. i'll just continue with pink then begin with red again. probably aiming for daily updates was a bit too ambitious to maintain.
People who claim they don't let little things bother them have never slept in a room with a single mosquito.
