I have visitors from KL, Malaysia downstairs in the living room. I have no idea why they are here, neither do I have the desire to find out. I like being a hermit. Besides, why should I interact with someone from such a third world country.
If I were to go to Laos or Vietnam under the RJC CIP programme to help out, I don't think I will mind. But asking me to talk to completely able old folks from Malyasia who impose on my singaporean liberty is asking for too much. I am not getting out of my room, nope, I am not.
Bernice, I miss your funniness. Actually, I wouldn't mind going to ACJC. Raffles Arts stream is
pathetic, not my cup of tea. Literature is too obscure, Biology alone is too useless, Chemistry is too difficult, Mathematics is too redundant, Physics is out of the question, Chinese is too boring.. The only two lessons that I remotely enjoy are Geography and Economics. Because I have zero idea what is going on during these two lectures/tutorials, I am trying to like the subjects, albeit with great effort.
I am listening to internet radio on itunes. This song is superlatively shitty. I made a promise not to swear this year, so I won't use the f-word. I feel like cussing at the song, only I won't. Apple Macintosh and their ishit is taking the world by storm. Every single unworthy soul has an IPOD of some sort chucked inside their unappreciative ears. Yeah, spend over 400 bucks on a piece of good technology then download and listen to shitty songs.
Awesome utility, I see.
When I found out Maznah has Rush's 2112/Temple of Syrinx Overture on her IPOD, I was utterly shocked. What is such a legendary masterpiece of all Classic Rock time doing in her trashy playlist. I am very doubtful about her about her ability to appreciate and understand Neil Peart's work, looking back at the shit she listens to (eg. Akon's Mr. Lonely). And for all of you bitchy people who are about to pick up your phone to text her that I said the above, forget it, I already told her what I think of her playlist. But if you really want to waste a message, be my guest.
I know the above paragraph was pretty bitchy on my part, but like I said, I'm listening to a Classic Rock channel on itunes, so it's inevitable that I have random thoughts on the genre and people who listen to it, or act like they listen to it. But I guess if she really knows how to appreciate the song, she wouldn't complain about the overly long prelude.
Nevermind. No one understands anyway. I'm always wrong. I think I shall go cut myself right now. -cut cut cut Oh my goodness gracious the blood dripping from my wounds feels awesome. I think I shall go cut somemore. -cut cut cut Wow, now I am the coolest kid in school. -cut cut cut My life is so full of hardship...
I'm like this fat piece of shit who is too lazy to self-train in order to improve my game. I always act like I'm so damn good in hockey but in the light of truth, I'm no better than a fat lizard with a toothpick. Fat and lazy. That's me. Which sucks, because I don't want to be like that. I'm not going to be any better a human than I am sitting in front of my laptop. No way in hell. Just a reminder Rachel, go run a few laps, it'll do you some good.
There is this one person in RJC that I would like very much to slap. Only I won't, because being the reformed person that I am, I'd rather keep negativity to myself. But this person is really smackable, so very smackable. I can easily name you 5 other people who also would love an opportunity to slap this person, which just shows that I am not the only one severely annoyed. Anyway, I want to slap this person so hard that his/her jaw would feel like it went through the Tsunami wave.
Meanwhile, I'll try to resist.
