I wake up at this time normally.
Time now is 6AM. I should have been asleep 4hours ago, if not for my competition against BW and THQ. And I somehow recalled that it should be 守岁 during our rather exciting Chinese New Year celebration.SCZJ was nearly killed by the lion dance people, someone's bag was kouped and held at ransom by the 'lion', teachers were molested and all. SSJ even attacked the lion's shin, resulting in a rather short battle between the 2 factions.
And being lions, they threw oranges at the audience, as is the behaviour of lions. I mean, which lion won't throw oranges at piles of moving flesh? Anyway, the Sec1s-3s had a lot of fun with those oranges chucked unceremoniously at them. It was amusing, seeing orangey stuff flying around in the air with no particular aim except for fun. If I took a video my words would be unnecessary, but as all good stories have their flaws, life can never be a bed of roses. Never mind that statement above. Some random musings in my delirious state. It makes sense though now that I think about it. Mann I rock. I don't have to be in the right state of mind to think.
Anyway after the fiasco they call 'celebrations', the NCC Land people were raring to go to Guangyang Sec to find Bobby. But we didn't have to. Bobby came to us. Rather awkward though. Like, what can we say to him anyway? So I pangseh-ed my friends for the greater good.
Which didn't turn out that great after all. I don't like people who insult my school. I mean, who are you to judge? You don't take O's, you sleep in class everyday, you become some slack shit. I can only wish for the best of luck for you in the form of a job mixing concrete. I think it'd be much better than dealing with nightsoil in the slums that your house is in.
Fuck you.
And it doesn't help that you go around making derogatory remarks of people of the opposite gender; I hope you choke. And it says a lot when I can piss more legible words than your hand can write.
Never mind. The long list can go on, but why bother? Instead, I should be happy instead of angry, yo. I mean, it's the Chinese New Year, and New Years are meant to be celebrated with panda eyes and the like. What better way to have a new start than to remain lethargic throughout the entire course of a day?
Anyway, I was a bit emotional yesterday night. All emotional people goes around saying that they're emotional for fear of people not being able to understand their slurred speech and incoherent language.
So being the said type of person, I shall bang out the following words with my dick. Not because my fingers are tired or any other physical reasons pertaining to either my dick or my fingers, but because I can.
Without further ado, let's welcome the newest typist.
So I was stoning around on the playground on Chinese New Year's Eve, because I was at my grandmother's house and my cousins were playing at the playground. Being the big brother I am, I chose to hang around, sulking in the shadows of the playground when I discovered that I wasn't emotional over people, but over how much life changes. A few years back perhaps I'd be playing with the sparklers and all, but now no.
I felt jealous almost immediately. And sad too, because a few years down the road, they'd have changed so much that pictures alone can never portray.
Now pictures on my rather spoilt slippers which were ordered to be thrown away by my mother.
I was walking to tuition once when I felt something cutting into my left foot. Thinking that it was a stone, I didn't dwell in in too much until I saw that it's a gaping hole.
When I mean 'gaping', I mean it.
Gaping:
I remember talking to my slippers once when I was emo. I was trying to console it that even though it's broken, it's still worth something. I love everything that has been with me for some time.
I'm never swelling with optimism, but you won't be able to sense the bitterness and all.
And BW is such an irresponsible guys. Lost my thumbdrive withinn minutes of passing it BW. Nah it's not potn. .
Can he like stay online to say whether or not he's aslep? I'm afraid I reached my limit.
Anyway I'm sorry WX but I have to say this lah. Why did you change your blogging style in the first place? I don't like all the underlines, bolding, highlights and all those superfluous bullshit others call 'bloggging'. I seriously don't like it. And the reason behind the change of blogging style was shitty enough.
Shit. I'm too sleepy to think anymore. I don't care about the competition already lah. I remember something said about staying online and checking in every 30minutes. Something both of them failed at. Muahaha.
Besides, I'm not letting this childish game affect my sleep.
I dozed off a few times during this entire conversation. I didn't pinpoint anything funny. so if you do come across certain parts that don't seem like they belong in the suddeh, you're probably correct.
Perfect. Time to sleep. 6.50AM. Signing off.
P.S. I'm quite sure BW is asleep long ago.
Either way he can't prove it! I mean, the fact remains that I'm able to type all this bullshit with my penis at 6+ in the morning while he is sleeping with his head on his PSP.
I'm proud of myself.
Yea right.
-- 2/07/2008 06:04:00 AM