This little piggy went to the market....

And this little piggy PWNED THE WHOLE WORLD
Even though the news keeps telling us we're not gonna get it from the pigs, the irrationally paranoid side of me tells me to stay away from pork. The rest of me complains.

...

Hunger. It's emotional.

Day 3 of the long weekend. Put my time to relatively good use so far, and so that probably means this it about the time when I feel like I've got the right to slack off. I'm usually wrong. Still, I'm hoping the MYEs will turn out better than a shitbag 2.7. It's HAS to be. If not I become disenchanted liao. Meaning full-throttle slacking.

I'm spending entire mornings on MTV, and so I got to see a couple of new vids. Green Day's Know The Enemy is athemn-ic, but not really intelligent. And not as politically agrro as I hoped. Hey Monday's Homecoming feels alot like CrushCrushCrush. And now I realised that I've heard it during FOB's concert. Just that I didn't know that was it. Talentless black hip-hop dudes continue to irritate the shit outta me with their songs (loosened definition) about how many times they did everyone's mom. Timberland DIES. Always leeching the talent off other artistes. Like, "Timberland feat. Poor Guy". With Poor Guy being a poor guy who got abused career-ly and probably sexually by the big T.

Okay, so Taylor Swift is pretty cool. (Josh hears this and comes after me with a "Kaoss Pad" or something.) As in, she makes up for her participation in the big evil Disney world domination plan by being drop-dead Greek goddess beautiful.

Remember when I thought Pretty. Odd. sucks? Well, my heart unbroke and now I like it alot. As in, it's a nice change from song after song of punk/emo/rock. And pretty poetic lyrics. They say it sounds like the Beatles. Then in that case the Beatles are pretty okay.

Oh yea, the Beatles. I just realised pural band names and sorta retarded. As in, a member of the Ting Tings is a Ting Ting?

And I found out that MJ had this song call P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) You don't need a psychology degree to figure out this shows the workings of a screwed head.

Just watched Ghost Whisperer. When I die, I'm gonna haunt Jennifer Love Hewitt forever. I'll never "go into the light". There be two very big reasons to stay. Nudge nudge wink wink.

Zz. This post is a MESS of randomness.

I know it's mad but if I go to hell

Would you come with me or just leave?

I know it's mad but if the world was ending

Would you kiss me or just leave, just leave me?

~Do You Know What I'm Seeing? by Panic(!) at the Disco

Robbing Lips

And kissing banks.

MYEs loom ahead, and I scream my ass off on a regular basis now. Following my previous post, I've started semi-mugging, and it feels like shit. But I guess I'll need to adapt. At least I can imagine that kinda relief when all the papers arre dead and gone. And a better GPA will be coming my way. It's only fair. I still stubbornly (naively?) believe in fairness.

When I go out, I realise I get pissed at alot of people. Stupid ones, stuck-up ones, noisy ones. SOOO many assholes in the world. In a way, I've don't really care about them, as individuals. I just hate those types of people. Uh....huh.

But when I was heading home today, everyone of the MRT escalator either moved to the left/walked down the right. Which was pretty impressive. Just saying.

This swine flu thing's got me bloody terrified. Coupled with the revival of an old phobia, my mind's not a nice place to be now. When SARS hit, I guess I was old enough to understand the concept of a disease but I could grasp the big thing of death. Now I can do both. And it sucks, really.

It's cool to know that someone (hi) has the same...issues as me, but it also sucks that another person's feeling screwed. Kinda like flunking and hoping others flunk along with you. If you maintain a 3.5 GPA consistently, the above line didn't make a single crap of sense. Yea, I know.

I'm just blogging coz I should, and because there are more readers now, which is cool. Hi, new readers. Come back and bring all your young, tender and pedolicious friends with you.

(The Michael Jackson in me laughs a gay laugh, makes a suggestive gesture with his diamond-studded glove, and starts to moonwalk.)(Meanwhile, Xiaohui sings Smooth Criminal in his sleep.)

...sorry. I love MJ.

Anyway, hopefully I'll post something less crappy the next time. Keep reading. (Gawd, this is despo.)

The ink is running of the page

It's chasing off the days

Look back at boat feet and that winding knee

I missed your skin when you were East

You clicked your heels and wished for me

Sheepish Wolves

I didn't plan to blog today, but i suddenly had quite a few thoughts in my head which naturally just arranged themselves in my head into a blog post. So here I am, blogging under the pretext of doing GPP. Which I tell myself that I will get around to later.

I just talked to Mu Tang about drum lessons coz I was interested but yet very wary of committing to, because I don't wanna be a quitter. And the evidence of history says I am. CCA, etc., etc.. Which led to me thinking about how my CCA got to be so screwed. Along with the recent crappy results, an emo epiphany suddenly occurred.

Anyway, the thoughts in my head are mainly just about feeling sorry for myself. It's the SYF season, and CCAs are doing well/sucking/whatever, but the point is that they're achieving something. They put in blood, sweat and tears and now they're getting that kind of satisfaction back. The sort I rarely get a taste of.

Because, I've never really worked hard for anything, I don't really get anything back. And looking at my current situation, it's really sad. My CCA's a dead end and my studies are shrivelling up in the dust. I have even lost that thrill that I get after exams coz that feeling is a sort of relief that I can stop mugging now. But I never mugged in the first place.There's no shift in lifestyle. I'll just continue slacking my ass off, like before the exams. No contrast, no effort, no results.

To my horror, as I type this, my parents' advice are becoming logical now. "It's a slippery slope," Dad says. And I guess it is. Coz now that I'm in a (let's face it) pretty crappy class, sucking at a test doesn't feel that...dishonorable coz 50% percent of my friends are doing even worse. I hear the gnashing of a vicious cycle.

I guess this just shows how much my attitude sucks. I'm aware of all my shortcomings, but I don't give enough of a damn to do anything about it. I don't think it's an issue of motivation/ambition. I'm sceptical that overachievers are haunted by a good future as they mugged their Physics late into the night. I think it's more of a personal thing. That rush to the head when they see that really sick report card. Or maybe it's the glory.

And CCA... I'm so sickened by it I don't even wanna talk about it. Not sickened of the CCA itself, but sickened of what a horrible failure I am. Every time someone makes a ponning joke, I add in another line and laugh it off. But sometimes I feel that it's ridiculous that I've achieved a grand total of 0 things in my CCA career.

All I want is to be able to hold my head high at graduation. And to go through life proud of how I'm living.

Is this too overdramatic?

Am I'm playing the tragic hero?

Am I talking bullshit?

Did I bare too much of my thoughts?

I only rely on a few trusted ones for an accurate judgement of who I am, and I don't know how to perceive myself.

Your vote counts, etc..

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