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Saturday, October 24, 2009.
Beautiful. 5:03 PM Won't beat round the bush, here's the lyrics of the song. Beautiful Eminem Lately, I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me Are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me I'm reaching out for you I'm just so fuckin' depressed I just can't seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm startin' to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit or come to grips That I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some shit, so hard to swallow But I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow But I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you'd have to walk a thousand miles In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain You feel mine, go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each others eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor Every thing's so tense and gloom I almost feel like I got to check the temperature of the room Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact 'Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that I'm not looking for extra attention I want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fuckin' man servant, tryin' a follow me around and wipe my ass And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them ain't even funny like "Ahh, Marshall you're so funny, man, you should be a comedian, god damn" Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain You feel mine, go inside each others' minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands were dealt We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help Now I could of either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin' stupid Aunt Edna always told me, keep makin' that face, it'll get stuck like that Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there holdin' my tongue tryin' a talk like "thissss" 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't tryin' to impress my friends no more But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description 'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin', it's probably 110 percent different I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least What size you wear, I wear 10s, let's see if you could fit your feet In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain You feel mine, go inside each others minds Just to see what we'd find Look at shit through each others' eyes But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you But don't let them say you ain't beautiful They can all get fucked, just stay true to you Lately I've been hard to reach I've been too long on my own Everyone has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me Are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me I'm reaching out for you Yeah, to my babies, stay strong, Dad will be home soon And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes To fit you, so put them on and wear 'em Be yourself, man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny Don't ever let anyone tell you, you ain't beautiful Maybe we should trade shoes sometimes huh? You might never know what the other party feels like. Yeah, true that we may never know what the other party is feeling, "trading each other shoes" is just a metaphor, but we should learn to put ourselves in their situation. That includes me, hah. Oh here's the song. Sunday, October 18, 2009.
A not so detailed predictive analysis of my exam results 6:49 PM Hey so exams is over. 305 ended last. WTF. 306 only 4 people. So don't really count. Anyway, like what the title says, and I've got nothing to write about... so yeah. Sure fail subject: POA Of course, of course. OF COURSE I'LL FAIL POA LAH. To be honest the Paper 1 was okay. And I thought Paper 2 would be "around there". THEN NO LOR, Paper 2 proved to be VERY MUCH DIFFICULT. Plus I forgot the format liao. HAH. (Hope I donch get like, F9.) Other subjects. Higher Chinese: I'll be as dead as the VP okay! (Geddit? If you don't, then too bad cos I don't want to get a lawsuit from the school saying that I slandered her. Yeah I'm like exaggerating.) I have no idea what I wrote for Paper 1. Paper 2 was... OMFG. Sure as dead as the VP liao lah! Comb. Humans: Unless Ms Nurain is going to give me chance, I don't think I'll pass Comb. Humans cos... I gave a one liner for one of the SBQ questions in SS. :/ Okay it wasn't exactly a one liner. It was about a small paragraph consisting of one sentence. :P Comb Science: Quuuuuuuuuuuuite confident about passing. Just passing. No distinctions. I think. E. Math: I think I'm gonna fail by a little. F&N: Same. I wrote whatever my commonsense told me to. So not a lot of technical things about my answers. :/ I think that's about it lah. AIYAH IM SO GONNA FAIL EVERYTHING. ._. Monday, October 5, 2009.
mundane day. 8:25 PM I was bitching at my block's void deck with M.C. Can't reveal too much, else she'll suffer. We were talking about demoralising herself by mixing with some peeps. A lot of ranting. In the end I reached home at like, 6.45pm. Quite confident about the mock test today. Though... I kind of have this 'superpower'. Everytime I want something to happen, the opposite happens. That means that maybe I want it to rain today, but it turns out to be all sunny. But this doesn't really works in my favour, only seldom. Sickening. I don't know if it could be considered as a superpower. Who cares anyway. During English lesson, vegetable gave us a vocab quiz. The words are: unconcealed, ravaged, impulse and two more words that I forgot. Cos below these words, the sentences the guys constructed were: Unconcealed: I unconcealed vegetable's skirt. Ravaged: I ravaged through vegetable's skirt. Impulse: I raped vegetable on impulse. Nice one. Veggie refers to a teacher. We generally don't like. Sunday, October 4, 2009.
Download managers. 7:13 PM What the hell is wrong with those download managers?! The impression they give me is like, they're crazy for money, telling people the difference between premium and free users. YES I KNOW I AM A CHEAPO TRYING TO DOWNLOAD ILLEGAL THINGS WITH THESE LOUSY DOWNLOAD MANAGERS, AND I KINDA DESERVE IT FOR HAVING TO WAIT FOR THOSE MANAGERS TO TELL ME WHAT CRAP LIKE: May I introduce you with Source A. Megaupload.com Free users: High speed download with Mega Manager - TEHTEHTEH!! (That means, sadly, NOPE.) Download Speed priority - Lowest Maximum parallel downloads - 1 Download limit per 24 hours - Very limited Waiting time before each download begins - 45 seconds ( I find this the most ridiculous thing of all) Advertising - Maximum Online storage with filemanager - None Support for download accelerators - TEHTEHTEH! Premium users: High speed download with Mega Manager - DINGDINGDING!! (That means yes.) Download speed priority - Highest Maximum parallel downloads - Unlimited Download limit per 24 hours - Unlimited Waiting time before each download begins - None. Advertising - Little Online storage with filemanager - Unlimited Support for download accelerators - DINGDINGDING!! (Copied almost everything from a Megaupload.com's download screen) Source B Rapidshare.com
It didn't have a table for free users though. So yeah. Doesn't this suck? It feels as if it's looking down on free users! I'm trying to save EVERY cent here, that's why I'm complaining. Heck no. I don't have a credit card, I can't sign up for a Paypal account, so I can't buy the membership. Maybe I should just be content with what I have. Evony sucks. You know that super sexist ad on the internet you see everyday? "Play now, My Lord." OMFG. WTH?! It even has a super sexy girl seducing guys to play the game. I mean, if the ad is not everywhere, I wouldn't mind. The problem is, it is EVERYWHERE. Yeah. IT'S IRRITATING.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009.
I wanted to.. 8:03 PM Post pictures yesterday! Then in the end while I was doing some editing, it totally lagged and so I just offed the computer. HAHAH. So it's not my fault that I don't wanna post pictures, but my computer doesn't permit me to and I don't have much patience. LOL. :D Anyway went to J8 to yesterday to "study". I read Baby Blues in the end. HAHA. Someone wanted to get a shuai ge's number, but I didn't see if he was shuai anot. The others claimed that he was. Okay la, or else why would she ask for the number? Hah. I am not kaypo. *I FEEL LIKE POSTING THOSE PICTURES TO STOMP!!* Nah, just kidding. I don't like ERPG. Not all of them though. Just 'em. Cybrary got a gathering today. I'm fat again :( But Rite Pizza is waaaaaay nicer than Pizza Hut/ Canadian Pizza. And Canadian Pizza sucks. Pizza Hut's crust is too hard. Like stone liddat. THEY SAID THEY FELT TREMORS! I DIDN'T. Hmmm.
Thursday, September 24, 2009.
Why do I stay in the library everyday. 7:09 PM I'll tell you why I stay in the library everyday. The main reason is because I'm afraid to go home. I'm scared that when I get home, my big mouth will become active and offend my parents. Honestly when I am about to go home, I think about what will happen. As I lay on my bed, I heave a sigh of relief that my mouth didn't say anything that offended them. Because my mouth tends to become less "crazy" before people who are not family, I do offend, but not as much. This is also one of the reasons why I've stopped going to my grandmother's house. As much as I miss her, I really want to stop myself from saying the wrong things and end up getting people and myself upset. Sometimes I really want to become mute. To make things worse, I'll scream at the person whom I offended because I feel that I'm right. Of course the other party is kinda at fault too, but in order to defend myself/when people do not understand me, I'll scream at the person. Someone told me this: Why people scream and shout at a person when they are angry? It's because the screamer feels that the other party doesn't understand him/herself. I felt that was quite true. I scream when people misunderstand me. That just makes it worse. Like today. Mum cooked something with green peas. I absolutely hate green peas, and I will try to get every pea out before I eat the food. People don't understand me, you see. I so totally hate it. I used to complain alot about the food she cooks. Now I rarely do that. It's usually my sis who does that. Sometimes we don't even complain. For the first time after the long hiatus, I complained about the green peas. I said that I do that to the fried rice I eat too. I mean, she's my mother, and I thought she would be more thoughtful when she cooks. But no, she didn't. I merely complained, and my point was to make her to NEVER cook anything with green peas ever again. She said that it's tiring to cook for us, blah blah blah, and that it's either me or my sis who complains. But hey, I haven't complained in a long time!!! I guess it was because of this that made me go mad. I hate people who misunderstand me. I DON'T KNOW YOU IDIOT, YOU MADE ME FEEL SO MISUNDERSTOOD THAT I FEEL LIKE GETTING A CLEAVER AND SLASH AT YOUUUUU! MUM, COULD YOU JUST RECOGNIZE THE FACT THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT YOUR FOOD IN AWHILE?! I HATE YOU! And no, hate is not a strong word. So why do I go to the library everyday? It's because I hate getting misunderstood by my family members, especially those who knew me for 15 years, everyday of my mundane life. So now you know. Stop asking me why. It's irritating having to answer your questions. And why do I not go for CCA? Because I don't like her. Okay? PS: And for you passerbys who think that I'm a sucker who doesn't respect her parents, you're wrong. I disrespect you more, because I'm trying to vent my anger here. If you don't let me vent my anger, for all you know, I might just commit suicide, and you have a part in this because your comment made me feel that it's wrong for me to vent my anger. So just shut your mouth up if you're gonna say that I'm unfilial, it's wrong of me to say that of my mum. I do understand her feelings. But still, I'm an extremely normal human with a lousy, mundane life. So forgive me, AND SHUT YOUR BIG MOUTH UP. All because I need to vent. Don't you? But anyway, Fuck My Life. It sucks.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009.
Web of confusion. 7:57 PM I'm confused. About what? I don't know. Oh, wow. Anyway, I have a revolutionary idea. I consider it a revolutionary idea. I don't know if I have blogged about this before, but anyway, here it is. If a device, could take a picture from the eye's view in a matter of a blink or something, it'll be good. Cos some pictures are, I think, impossible to take a picture with your camera, no matter how good the camera is. Imagine that your grey matter can remember that image. This image, like digital images, can be printed out, used for blogging, and blah. Like digital images, it can also be deleted. Then, you have a USB port made somewhere in a incospicuous place on your head. Then, you could actually save it in a computer. So back to the eyemera, it'll be totally useful in case of emergencies. Suppose you are... okay, robbed. So you've got this fuckin' robber. All you need to do is to focus on that guy, look at him clearly, and BLINK. You've got a identikit picture of your robber. Give it to the police, and they'll hunt him down in no time. Hah. Imagine this scenario. A kingfisher is perched on a branch. It's a rare sight for you so you want to take a picture and savour the moment. So all you do is just BLINK, just before the kingfisher tries to fly away. I bet it happens all the time. Yeah isn't it good?! I sound like a geek, but yeah. IT'S GOOOOOD! Yeah the USB port thing somewhere embedded in your skin sounds really gory, but I think it's good! Any Einsteins out there willing to ponder over my idea? I've got another idea something like this but I forgot what it is. Actually this idea of an eyemera, body USB has been in my head for very long. Maybe someone has been thinking about it, but hey, I talked about it first. You loser. OH OH OH. I remember it now. I remember, during the height-and- Imagine a slim Jacinta. Wow. Unimaginable. (Oh I love to insult myself.) (Hey it may happen okay?) (Okay stop daydreaming Jacinta.) OKAY OKAY back to my topic. So Jacinta drinks this uber-magical medicine without any side effects. SUDDENLY, she is able to pull of chunks of oily fat off her. But no! Instead of a resulting bloody oily mess, the chunk pulled off heals back. Then she keeps pulling chunks of fat off herself. THEN SHE ACTUALLY BECOMES SLIM. OMFG! Imaginable? Yes! And then she pulls of the fattest piece of her gluteus maximus and throws it at the skinny freako nearest to her. HEH, HEH, HEH. HAHAHAHA. So really, any Einsteins/Edisons out there willing to ponder over and develop my ideas? We might get rich you know! Random point 1: When Geokmooi is in a daze, it reminds me of Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Random point 2: This post is long. Wow.
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