Taken from Boys like Girls - Learning To Fall

"Today's the day,
the worst day of my life."

Apt.

Jack be nimble,

Jack be quick
Jack jumped over
the candlestick!

Jack jumped high
Jack jumped low
Jack jumped over
and burned his toe!

It's the last day of school, you hang up your brain when you leave the class.

I hate to spoil the fun but...

Dearest Tze,

YOU'VE GOT TO LOSE SOME SERIOUS WEIGHT YOU FAT ASS.

Love,
Your guilty conscience.

Cheesy love

MY BOOTSCOOTIN' BABY
IS DRIVIN' ME CRAZY
MY OBSESSION FROM A WESTERN
MY DANCE FLOOR DATE
MY RODEO ROMEO
A COWBOY GOD FROM HEAD TO TOE
WANNA MAKE YOU MINE
BETTER GET IN LINE
FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!

This little ditty makes me inexplicably happy and bouncy, like a spring in the steps, a goofy grin on the face, and the random yelling out "FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!" in the middle of the street, in toobloodyearly6am when nobody else's cheerfulness is fully awakened yet.

Bite me

It was the college Sports Day yesterday.


1.The Aquila house lost spectacularly.

2.I am thoroughly disgusted by our unworthily titled house captain and her appalling lack of responsibility...among other things.

3.Kahlai ran like a hero, did you a favor by running in the Past Vs Present relay although she was fucking exhausted and YOU (YES YOU BITCH) intentionally left out her name in your gushes of thanks. And don't even get me started on the issue with Lis. You sicken me, really.

4.Khairyn and Cindy secretly made my day during the Tug-of-War.

5.The highlight of the entire shindig was the inter-house cheer-leading competition.


The merciless weather and constant hollering left me with a high fever and a terrible throat now. I've been comatose for the better parts of today and only managed to drag my fat ass up now to dash off this entry due to the compelling urge to declare my despise for that woman.

P.S GP Prelim was, within an inch of doubt, screwed beyond compare.

This Ironic Deceit

I realized GP in the JC syllabus is all about teaching you how to present yourself in a politically correct manner, talking in smooth circles without contradicting yourself but yet not really holding on to any certain viewpoint at any given point of time. You swing back and forth with felicitous expressions, (in other words, unnecessarily perplexing phrases for the sake of sounding sophisticated when in actual fact you really know shit about what you're saying) and you concede and differ but only to a certain extent.

Give a strongly opinionated stand on a certain matter, you will probably achieve a mediocre grade, because they say your scope isn't broad enough, but But BUT! assert on one point and yet deliberately find mistakes in it, (they call it evaluating), and you will most certainly get an A, or at least a C if you're grammatically challenged.

What politics, what propaganda!Isn't this a delightful fun, this game of intentional ambiguity!

Kiss my candid ass, you pretentious bitch of a subject. No wonder nobody can stand up firmly to their own principles nowadays when we are being taught in school to be promiscuous little wimps.

Let's Bake

There's is something annoyingly wrong with Blogger, posting entries suddenly became nuclear physics, seriously. The inclination to switch to LJ is rapidly intensifying with every passing second in which Blogger stubbornly refuses to make my life any easier.

To put in a succint and tres uncouth manner : NABEI BLOGGER LET ME BLOG LAH FUCKER. @#$%KNNCCB

(That was secretly extremely satisfying.)

Firefly, can I have a light?

Along the way,
That's where I'm supposed to be.
Along the way,
In the spaces in between.
I find my place in the middle of tomorrow and yesterday,
If you're going there,
look for me along the way.

What Could've Been (and never will be)

For some abysmally stupid reason, I found PJC's netball blog and randomly clicked on the personal blogs of the players, only to read over and over again, in different versions, that joyous high they experienced when they won us by 3 points.

How they shed tears, and how they truly felt like a team at that very moment. And how they felt that all their grueling trainings were worth it for that moment when the umpire blew her whistle. How they jumped, and how they screamed. How they won IJC even though they were trailing initially.

And how all that could've been written by us instead, by me, Merelda, Sling, Rhonda, and Siying, in our blogs instead of theirs. But no, three points, three fucking points.

Funny, I just can't bring myself to share their joy.