I have just one question. What the *beep* is this?
29.9.03
Retro counter
Check that little "retro counter" at the bottom of the page out! Cute, ain't it? ha. Well, it has a much more pompous role here, other than looking oh-so-very-adorable that is.
I mean, because i am way cool and all, right? The people who reads my blog got so intimidated that they hid themselves. Despite my pleas for comments, those *cough* pussyfoots kept very quiet and pretended they didn't hear me. Ah, but I was way too smart for them. Man, if you ain't reading this, explain the hits i get on my counter.
Ingenious.
Side note: This doesn't really explain why i get only one hit on the counter for the whole day thou.
Check that little "retro counter" at the bottom of the page out! Cute, ain't it? ha. Well, it has a much more pompous role here, other than looking oh-so-very-adorable that is.
I mean, because i am way cool and all, right? The people who reads my blog got so intimidated that they hid themselves. Despite my pleas for comments, those *cough* pussyfoots kept very quiet and pretended they didn't hear me. Ah, but I was way too smart for them. Man, if you ain't reading this, explain the hits i get on my counter.
Ingenious.
Side note: This doesn't really explain why i get only one hit on the counter for the whole day thou.
28.9.03
Love
"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences. You build up this whole armour, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-Rose Walker in Sandman : The Kindly Ones
"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defences. You build up this whole armour, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
-Rose Walker in Sandman : The Kindly Ones
26.9.03
Cutesy
I am so gonna kill the next girl who says i am cute. I mean, everytime i talk to girls about my love life, or rather the lack of it. They would go, "Aww... but you're sooo cute!..."
*ahem, excuse me?!*
Contrary to popular belief, this does not make me feel better.
For one thing, what kind of "cute" is she talking about here? It could be the "i-wish-i-had-a-drink-too-much-so-that-i'll-have-an-excuse-to-rip-your-clothes-off" cute, but chances are, I'm betting money that she's talking about the "oh-you-look-like-a-fat-baby-let-me-pinch-your-cheeks" cute.
I could vividly recall how my relatives used to squeeze and pinch my cheeks when we were over during the Chinese New Years. I was not prepared to sacrifice so much for an ang bao. Yet.
*flashback*
Random relative: Aww... you're sooo cute!
Proceeds to squeeze and pinch my cheeks.
Me: Ouch?
Random relative 2: Aww... look at him, such nice rosy cheeks!
(Hello? It is red because it was pinched. Hard.)
Proceeds to squeeze my cheeks while attempting to swing my face left and right.
Me: OUCH! (Goddammit, stop it bitch! Take your darn hands off me!)
*ends flashback while falling back on my chair*
And so i was traumatized for life.
P.S. To random relatives who might actually read this- i am just kidding, i don't hate you at all, bitch!
I am so gonna kill the next girl who says i am cute. I mean, everytime i talk to girls about my love life, or rather the lack of it. They would go, "Aww... but you're sooo cute!..."
*ahem, excuse me?!*
Contrary to popular belief, this does not make me feel better.
For one thing, what kind of "cute" is she talking about here? It could be the "i-wish-i-had-a-drink-too-much-so-that-i'll-have-an-excuse-to-rip-your-clothes-off" cute, but chances are, I'm betting money that she's talking about the "oh-you-look-like-a-fat-baby-let-me-pinch-your-cheeks" cute.
I could vividly recall how my relatives used to squeeze and pinch my cheeks when we were over during the Chinese New Years. I was not prepared to sacrifice so much for an ang bao. Yet.
*flashback*
Random relative: Aww... you're sooo cute!
Proceeds to squeeze and pinch my cheeks.
Me: Ouch?
Random relative 2: Aww... look at him, such nice rosy cheeks!
(Hello? It is red because it was pinched. Hard.)
Proceeds to squeeze my cheeks while attempting to swing my face left and right.
Me: OUCH! (Goddammit, stop it bitch! Take your darn hands off me!)
*ends flashback while falling back on my chair*
And so i was traumatized for life.
P.S. To random relatives who might actually read this- i am just kidding, i don't hate you at all, bitch!
7.9.03
Ncie one
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.
1.9.03
21
Happy birthday to myself!
One hour into being twenty one and i don't like it already. You know that kind of feeling when you enter a room filled with strangers, staring at you straight in the face.
*smack*
You feel so out of place. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try to cling on to the past with your dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. As take that step ahead, you start to realize that life is truly short, and you have but very little time to realize what it is you have to realize. You ask yourself, "where do i go from here?". What would become of me in a year or two?
*goes into dream sequence*
"I may not have gone where I intended to go,
but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."
tommorrow... morrow... row... ow...
*ends dream sequence*
21 liao loh! Time to grow up and take life more seriously... NOT! ha.
Happy birthday to myself!
One hour into being twenty one and i don't like it already. You know that kind of feeling when you enter a room filled with strangers, staring at you straight in the face.
*smack*
You feel so out of place. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try to cling on to the past with your dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. As take that step ahead, you start to realize that life is truly short, and you have but very little time to realize what it is you have to realize. You ask yourself, "where do i go from here?". What would become of me in a year or two?
*goes into dream sequence*
"I may not have gone where I intended to go,
but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow."
tommorrow... morrow... row... ow...
*ends dream sequence*
21 liao loh! Time to grow up and take life more seriously... NOT! ha.
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