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Tuesday, September 18th, 2007
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11:35 pm - Neuron Death
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School Work
Chronicle
Contract Bridge
Hall 16 Elections
Friends
Family
Aardwolf
And I'm supposed to survive this?
Your priority may not be my priority but that does not give you the right to tell me that my priorities are wrong.
Not unless I'm screwing up.
Which I'm not.
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(2 Bombs Thrown. Ouch. | Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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| Monday, September 10th, 2007
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4:15 pm
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Supposedly real answers given by 16-year-old British students doing their GCSE Exams last year. (via estpl6 from SPUG forums).. from http://www.mrbrown.com
Geography
Q. Name the four seasons?
A. Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.
Q Explain the processes by which water can be made safe to drink?
A. Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.
Q. How is dew formed?
A. The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.
Q. What is a planet?
A. A body of earth surrounded by sky
Q. What causes the tides in the ocean?
A. The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to flow towards the Moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature abhors a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.
Sociology
Q. What guarantees may a mortgage company insist on?
A. If you are buying a house, they will insist you are well endowed.
Q. In a democratic society, how important are elections?
A. Very important. Sex can only happen when a male gets an election.
Q. What are steroids?
A. Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.
Biology
Q. What happens to your body when you age?
A. When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.
Q. What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?
A. He says goodbye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.
Q. Name a major disease associated with cigarettes?
A. Premature death.
Q. What is artificial insemination?
A. When the farmer does it to the bull instead of the cow.
Q. How can you delay milk turning sour?
A. Keep it in the cow (He got an A)
Q. How are the main parts of the body categorised? (e.g. abdomen)
A. The body is consisted into three parts - the brainium, the borax, the abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowls, A,E,I,O and U.
Q.What is the Fibula?
A. A small lie
Q. What does "varicose" mean?
A. Nearby
Q.What is the most common form of birth control?
A. Most people prevent contraception by wearing a condominium.
Q.Give the meaning of the term "Caesarean Section"?
A. The caesarean section is a district in Rome.
Q. What is a seizure?
A. A Roman emperor
Q. What is a terminal illness?
A. When you are sick at the airport
Q. Give an example of a fungus. What is a characteristic feature?
A. Mushrooms. They always grow in damp places and they look like umbrellas.
English
Q. What does the word "benign" mean?
A. Benign is what you will be after you be eight.
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4:15 pm
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Actual Student GCSE Answers
This is a compilation of actual student GCSE answers.
1. Ancient Egypt was inhabited by mummies and they all wrote in hydraulics. They lived in the Sarah Dessert and traveled by Camelot. The climate of the Sarah is such that the inhabitants have to live elsewhere.
2. The Bible is full of interesting caricatures. In the first book of the Bible, Guinessis, Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree. One of their children, Cain, asked, "Am I my brother's son?"
3. Moses led the Hebrew slaves to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread which is bread made without any ingredients. Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten commandments. He died before he ever reached Canada.
4. Solomom had three hundred wives and seven hundred porcupines.
5. The Greeks were a highly sculptured people, and without them we wouldn't have history. The Greeks also had myths. A myth is a female moth.
6. Actually, Homer was not written by Homer but by another man of that name.
7. Socrates was a famous Greek teacher who went around giving people advice. They killed him. Socrates died from an overdose of wedlock. After his death, his career suffered a dramatic decline.
8. In the Olympic games, Greeks ran races, jumped, hurled the biscuits, and threw the java.
9. Eventually, the Romans conquered the Greeks. History calls people Romans because they never stayed in one place for very long.
10. Julius Caesar extinguished himself on the battlefields of Gaul. The Ides of March murdered him because they thought he was going to be made king. Dying, he gasped out: "Tee hee, Brutus."
11. Nero was a cruel tyranny who would torture his subjects by playing the fiddle to them.
12. Joan of Arc was burnt to a steak and was canonized by Bernard Shaw. Finally Magna Carta provided that no man should be hanged twice for the same offense.
13. In midevil times most people were alliterate. The greatest writer of the futile ages was Chaucer, who wrote many poems and verses and also wrote literature.
14. Another story was William Tell, who shot an arrow through an apple while standing on his son's head.
15. Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen." As a queen she was a success. When she exposed herself before her troops they all shouted "hurrah."
16. It was an age of great inventions and discoveries. Gutenberg invented removable type and the Bible. Another important invention was the circulation of blood. Sir Walter Raleigh is a historical figure because he invented cigarettes and started smoking. And Sir Francis Drake circumcised the world with a 100 foot clipper.
17. The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare. He was born in the year 1564, supposedly on his birthday. He never made much money and is famous only because of his plays. He wrote tragedies, comedies, and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter. Romeo and Juliet are an example of a
heroic couplet. Romeo's last wish was to be laid by Juliet.
18. Writing at the same time as Shakespeare was Miguel Cervantes. He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained.
19. During the Renaissance America began. Christopher Columbus was a great navigator who discovered America while cursing about the Atlantic. His ships were called the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Fe.
20. Later, the Pilgrims crossed the ocean, and this was called Pilgrim's Progress. The winter of 1620 was a hard one for the settlers. Many people died and many babies were born. Captain John Smith was responsible for all this.
21. One of the causes of the Revolutionary War was the English put tacks in their tea. Also, the colonists would send their parcels through the post without stamps. Finally the colonists won the War and no longer had to pay for taxis. Delegates from the original 13 states formed the Contented Congress. Thomas
Jefferson, a Virgin, and Benjamin Franklin were two singers of the Declaration of Independence. Franklin discovered electricity by rubbing two cats backwards and declared, "A horse divided against itself cannot stand." Franklin died in 1790 and is still dead.
22. Soon the Constitution of the United States was adopted to secure domestic hostility. Under the constitution the people enjoyed the right to keep bare arms.
23. Abraham Lincoln became America's greatest Precedent. His mother died in infancy, and he was born in a log cabin which he built with his own hands. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves by signing the Emasculation Proclamation.
24. Meanwhile in Europe, the enlightenment was a reasonable time. Voltaire invented electricity and also wrote a book called Candy.
25. Gravity was invented by Issac Walton. It is chiefly noticeable in the autumn when the apples are falling off the trees.
26. Johann Bach wrote a great many musical compositions and had a large number of children. In between he practiced on an old spinster which he kept up in his attic. Bach died from 1750 to the present. Bach was the most famous composer in the world and so was Handel. Handel was half German half Italian and half English. He was very large.
27. Beethoven wrote music even though he was deaf. He was so deaf he wrote loud music. He took long walks in the forest even when everyone was calling for him. Beethoven expired in 1827 and later died for this.
28. The French Revolution was accomplished before it happened and catapulted into Napoleon. Napoleon wanted an heir to inherit his power, but since Josephine was a baroness, she couldn't have any children.
29. The sun never set on the British Empire because the British Empire is in the East and the sun sets in the West.
30. Queen Victoria was the longest queen. She sat on a thorn for 63 years. She was a moral woman who practiced virtue. Her death was the final event which ended her reign.
31. The nineteenth century was a time of a great many thoughts and inventions. People stopped reproducing by hand and started reproducing by machine. The invention of the steamboat caused a network of rivers to spring up. Cyrus McCormick invented the McCormick raper, which did the work of a hundred men.
32. Louis Pasteur discovered a cure for rabbis. Charles Darwin was a naturalist who wrote the Organ of the Species. Madman Curie discovered radio. And Karl Marx became one of the Marx brothers.
33. The First World War, caused by the assignation of the Arch-Duck by an anahist, ushered in a new error in the anals of human history.
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| Sunday, September 9th, 2007
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6:43 pm
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| Thursday, April 26th, 2007
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1:32 pm
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It has always been my sincere believe that I am an astute observer of people.
Their character. Their emotions. Their thoughts.
Who they are as a person.
There are times where you make a judgment about something, but you nevertheless wish fervently to be wrong.
You don't mind being proven otherwise. You hope to be proven otherwise.
Because if you're right, all you get is an ugly depiction of someone.
And, friend or foe, it all brings a hollow, empty feeling in your stomach.
There are some people who really change throughout their years, and become a completely different person.
But there are others who were just damned good at hiding who they really are.
And even now, even after they change, you're not even sure if what you're seeing is real.
Or if it's just one of their many other identities.
And all this, all this insanity gets much, much worse when 2 of these masked individuals claim a relationship which isn't platonic.
You dread the day it all turns to hatred.
Because when that happens, the most horrifyingly vindictive displays of revenge take place.
The icing on the cake, if you like, is when you drag other innocent beings into the picture.
To use people to get back at other people... that is behavior so vile that I cannot express my loathing for it with language.
What happened to that sheer chutzpah that you once claimed to have?
Was that a lie, too?
What happened to your dignity, your morality... your personality?
Are you so blinded that you have lost all sense of self?
Or am I wrong this time, and you as I knew you, were never you in the first place?
This is all so, so wrong.
current mood:  disappointed
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(2 Bombs Thrown. Ouch. | Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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12:13 am
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You know you've been staying on campus for too long when...
1. You think that the microwave and the washing machine are the greatest technologies ever invented.
2. Your definition of getting out is to pick up groceries at Jurong Point.
3. You own a TV, printer, BBQ pit, steamboat and a toaster oven in hall.
4. You're considering buying a mahjong table for your room.
Bleah. Madness.
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(2 Bombs Thrown. Ouch. | Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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| Monday, April 16th, 2007
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7:42 pm
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Having a good time doing the quizzes on Rah's blog.
| You Are the Ego | 
You take a balanced approach to your life.
You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones.
But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does.
You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess. |
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(2 Bombs Thrown. Ouch. | Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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| Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
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6:10 pm
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| You Are the Thumb | 
You're unique and flexible. And you defy any category.
Mentally strong and agile, you do things your own way. And you do them well.
You are a natural leader... but also truly a loner. You inspire many but connect with few.
You get along well with: The Middle Finger
Stay away from: The Pinky |
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| Thursday, April 5th, 2007
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1:12 am
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Today (Thursday) is going to be a good day.
Dinner. PY and Crystal. At my crappy place in Hall 16, but it's the company that matters, yes?
Bailey's, Sheridan's or Chivas?
Maybe all 3.
And I still have Hoegaarden.
It's not so much the actual drinking itself, it's the symbolism of drinking.
Being able to sit down, pour out of troubles.
Share your woes and your joys.
With people who understand. Or, at least sympathize.
I am truly thankful.
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(Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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| Monday, March 26th, 2007
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8:01 pm
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Alf asked me what it means to find my soul.
I wished I knew, because then I wouldn't have to ask.
We watched Aladdin today for 202. And I started thinking what it would be like if I could have 3 wishes.
Oh yes I know it's never going to happen, but grant me this little bit of childish fantasy, won't you?
So anyway. My first wish would be world peace.
And no, this is not an altruistic Ms. Universe answer.
I've just seen too much conflict around me. Felt too much conflict in me. Directly and indirectly related to me, or even unrelated to me.
It's enough, and I just want it to stop.
So yes, world peace.
My second wish... equality. For everyone.
The world is an unfair place, don't you think?
And you realize the root of many problems stems from inequality.
Discrimination. Castes. Racial and religious disagreements. Wealth and plentifulness. Poverty and starvation.
I'm a practical person. But there's a romantic side to everyone. And I will admit to this, I'm holding out for a utopia that can never come. But denial can seduce the mind and the soul.
My third wish. Perhaps something selfish this time. Something for myself.
Understanding. Love. Concern.
From those who matter.
Some people ask why I act tough all the time. Some people ask why I try so hard to do everything right.
Deep down inside. I'm terrified of failure.
Let's put it this way.
We all have our inner insecurities.
Some people just do a better job of hiding them.
current music: Ronan Hardiman - Cry of the Celts
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(3 Bombs Thrown. Ouch. | Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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| Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
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6:45 am - Loss
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Dawn is at hand.
And I never slept.
It's strange, really.
I'm alone. What's the music playing now?
Ronan Hardiman. Suil A Ruin, from Lord of the Dance.
I'm having a moment of... what?
I don't know.
I find myself feeling rather lost recently.
And I'm not sure who or what I should turn to.
I should be touching up my lit essay, and not wasting my time here.
But something about the song just made me open LJ.
Maybe it's the melancholy of it.
Or that familiar Irish lilt of the singer.
She says...
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain.
I wish I had my heart again.
How apt.
I've always thought those people who need to go on voyages go "discover" themselves were a little mad.
But maybe I've been too hasty in my judgment.
Somewhere, somehow, I've thrown away part of myself.
There's this vague, small sense of loss I have.
So, who would like to help me find my soul?
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(Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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| Monday, February 26th, 2007
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10:22 pm
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I've never been to Ireland, but I've always felt a special affinity to the place.
And before you ask, no, I do not believe in karma, spirits, witchcraft or any of the hullabaloo you're going to bring up. Affinity is not any of these things.
It's a feeling you get when you know you can be completely at ease in that place.
Sort of like a hormonal balance thing.
You can feel at peace with yourself.
Which brings me to Celtic music.
A very broad category indeed. I'll take it to refer to the folk music of Scotland and Ireland.
Secret Garden is perhaps both New Age and Celtic. And they're one of my favorite groups.
I really, really like them.
More than any of my rock stuff. Yes, even more than Maroon 5.
Secret Garden composed You Raise Me Up, which is another of my favorites. But I somehow prefer Josh Groban's version.
The song they did that I really like is this one.
GATES OF DAWN
The wheels of life keep turning.
Spinning without control;
The wheels of the heart keep yearning.
For the sound of the singing soul.
And nights are full with weeping.
For sins of the past weve sown;
But, tomorrow is ours for the keeping,
Tomorrow the futures shown.
Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.
And whose is the hand who raises
The sun from the heaving sea?
The power that ever amazes
We look, but never will see?
Who scattered the seeds so life could be,
Who coloured the fields of corn?
Who formed the mould that made me me,
Before the world was born?
Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.
Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.
Lift your eyes and see the glory.
Where the circle of life is drawn;
See the never-ending story,
Come with me to the Gates of Dawn
I listen more to tune than lyrics, but it's nice to have lyrics that mean something once in a while.
I can almost imagine myself in the green fields of Ireland. Surrounded by the mystical stones, the flowers. To feel the touch of the wind. So breath the calmness of the air.
Some say there are spirits. Ghosts that wander the Earth looking out for mankind. Sometimes, on a quiet night, you can hear their whispers.
I think not. But the myth is interesting. And somehow the air around seems charged. Not with magic, or anything magical. But with emotions. With memories. With hope.
I want to go to Ireland.
current music: Secret Garden - Gates of Dawn
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| Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
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1:49 am
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I got this from Sarah. And I second her thought that this is terrifyingly accurate. For a quiz that asks a total of 5 questions, each with 5 available responses, at least.
| Your Brain is Blue | 
Of all the brain types, yours is the most mellow.
You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don't try to think away your troubles.
Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are.
You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life. |
For the record, I don't necessarily like who I am. But what I do defines who I am. If I were to change any part of me, I won't be who I am. I won't be the Tinky that everyone knows.
More importantly, I won't be the person I myself know.
So don't ask me to.
That said, I appreciate concern all the same.
And I'm not always an ungrateful brat.
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| Monday, February 12th, 2007
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12:25 am
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Much as I'd like to believe, I know the world doesn't revolve around me. Or anyone, for that matter.
The truth is illuminatingly painful.
Fact is that men (and women) are all selfish.
The difference is the extent of their greed, lust and self-centeredness.
I'm not an altruist, a matyr or a saint.
I might be an idealist, that much I admit.
But I just want things to be right.
And I want some understanding and appreciation.
Not all the time, because I know that's asking for too much.
Just now and then, so I don't feel like a doll with a painted smile.
And those painted black tears too, don't forget them.
Who sees them anyway?
Chris, if you're reading this... I miss you so much.
I wish I'd looked you up in December.
I'm such a dumbass.
Damn it.
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| Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
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4:18 pm
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| Sunday, January 28th, 2007
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10:23 pm
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The night is a cold one.
Eight and twenty days have passed since the dawn of the New Year.
Time passes as sure as the steady flow of water bubbling in the rivers, the streams, the creeks.
And the breathless wind abrades the skin, an icy reminder of what has passed, an ominous promise of what is yet to come.
Humans are strange creatures.
We are sometimes masochists.
We will willingly choose to do the very thing that harms us the most.
For what, we say?
Love? So all this time has love been epitomized by the poets, and yet we now cast a cynical eye upon it.
Power? And thus do heroes' names fade with the passing of time, as surely as their bones fall to dust.
Money? Such an one may fill your shell of sustenance, but it will never assuage your soul.
This we know, but stubbornly do we persist in our folly.
As we pray to some indeterminable force, searching for that elusive concept known to mankind as happiness.
Gay are the few that attain this nirvana; woe be the rest of us mortals who fall short.
But I have made my choice.
So take me to heaven or damn me to hell.
I question not my fate.
But I am no liar.
Thou darest doubt my integrity... thou art a fool indeed.
One day, one day I will have my day.
Until then...
The cycle begins over.
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| Friday, January 26th, 2007
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2:55 am - In Restrospect
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All in all, not one of my better weeks.
I'm vaguely suspicious that the TCM doctor might be right, and I really have some sort of a weak constitution.
Though I must say that the term "constitution" is somewhat befuddling.
I used to believe that constitution was what determined the amount of HP and mana your character gains when you level up in RPG games.
Did TCM adopt the term from the RPG, or vice versa?
But it doesn't matter.
Because weak constitution or not, I still can't seem to shake off that fever.
The last time I had a recurring fever I ended up in hospital with an acute case of gastric flu. I sincerely hope history doesn't repeat itself.
On a brighter note, we finished CS221. For now.
Which brings me to another point.
I am immensely grateful that I have good groupings. Once again.
I think luck has been more than kind to me all this while in CS.
Perhaps one day it will run out, and I'll find myself stuck in some sort of nightmare group and having to do all the work and then some.
But while the very thought of the arrangement brings chills to my spine, at least I can safely say that it will not occur anywhere in the near future.
I'm having this strange feeling in which I don't exactly know what else to write. It's not like I don't have anything to say; there are so many issues, incidents that I want to ruminate on. But with all the events and happenings swimming in your mind, you just feel at a loss as to where to start.
I think, I'll go with the apology.
I know that my stubborn streak has caused endless worry for some people.
I'll concede that sometimes I am too bull-headed for my own good.
Perhaps I should explain why I behave the way I do.
I don't like relying on people.
And I don't like being weak.
I am also impatient, brash and resolute.
This is the reason for my usual insistence that I am always well.
And that I am able to do a good many things that I secretly have no interest in doing, but somehow or other am unable to shirk off.
I admit to sometimes believing that I am superior to others.
It's an easy matter to push all the blame to my upbringing. 7 years in the Program has caused some of us to develop a better-than-thou attitude.
I'd be lying if I say I can now fully assimilate myself into what we used to call the "proletariat".
Bourgeois tendencies I may have, but I am not stupid.
And I know that no one is indispensable.
All of us are merely a tiny speck in the greater universe, and my presence matters little in the greater revolution of stagnancy and change.
Simply put, the world will go on with or without me. I am expendable.
I wouldn't say that I've reached any epiphany, since deep down in the recesses of my arrogant brain, I already knew all that I have said. Perhaps I just refused to openly admit it.
So, I apologize.
And if you do know me, I never apologize unless I really mean it.
So. I apologize to those whom I've been impudent to, when all they wanted to do was help.
I apologize for making the people I care about worry.
When I am annoyed or in a rush, I say things I don't mean.
It doesn't excuse my rude behavior, but I hope that no one takes it to heart.
And to those who have somehow or other done something to show that you care, I do notice.
And I am grateful.
I know, I don't deserve it.
That makes it all the more precious.
It's really the small things that capture your attention the most.
The offer to drive me out to get medicine in the middle of the night.
The sight of all my water bottles filled up for me, when I was too weak to leave my room.
The many well-wishers.
The bottle of barley given to me, and the offer to concoct some medicine for me.
The many offers to accompany me to the doctor, and the person who did actually go with me.
The offers to assist me with my share of whatever workload so I could rest.
I know.
And I thank you.
The night is calm and peaceful. And sitting here, in my room, I feel a strange sort of harmony with the forces of nature. The balance. The tranquility.
And, the cycle starts anew.
current mood:  content
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| Friday, December 22nd, 2006
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6:19 pm
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Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing with my life.
I'm privileged in many ways.
I have an above-average intelligence (or I like to think so).
I'm literate and have a decent education.
I've met some of the finest people in this country.
Most importantly, I have a family, a house and food on the table everyday.
Some people consider themselves "underprivileged" when they don't receive a sports car on the 21st birthday.
Which is indeed very sad. But I won't go into that.
Yes, I'm a lucky person.
So why do I feel jealous why I look at other people?
People who are close to their families.
You know how much I want that?
I don't even know my family anymore. They're like strangers in the house to me.
People tell me I have to make the first move. But talk is easy; do you actually know difficult it is, even when you try?
People who have close friends.
Contrary to what Alex claims, I'm a rather sociable person. Or I think so anyway.
I have a large number of friends and an even larger one of acquaintances.
But people who will stick with you through thick and thin?
Perhaps none.
Perhaps there are some, but I don't know.
What I do know is that there are far too many people who have been taking me for granted, and the strangest thing is that I actually allow them to.
Not because I'm a pushover, but because I don't want things to end in a nasty way.
I used to think it wasn't worth risking the friendship over petty quarrels.
But the quarrels aren't petty anymore, and I'm starting to reconsider my stand.
Armed with my laptop and some good music, I can spend a very happy day in hall alone.
Maybe I'm starting to understand why that personality test I took claimed that I was an introvert.
I like my peace.
And you, you are disturbing it.
So would you just fuck off already.
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| Thursday, December 21st, 2006
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6:20 pm
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I've been feeling especially drained lately.
And it occurs to me that this shouldn't be the case, since it's the holidays after all.
I'm starting to believe that I'll be better off during term.
Ironically, I remember cursing throughout the entire semester and wishing the holidays would come.
Well, now they're here. And somehow I can't wait for them to be over.
Been in hall a fair bit recently.
I'm partially glad because I'm tired of being yelled at when I'm at home.
Yet, it's not like I can get any peace of mind in hall.
I'm wondering if staying in the same hall as half of bridge club is going to turn out to be a colossal mistake.
You see, I don't believe I'm a whiner.
Neither am I one to wallow in my own misery.
But even the strongest people aren't infallible.
Sometimes you find you need someone whom you can really talk to.
But it's not all that easy, is it?
I sat down last night and re-examined my values as a person, for what must be the dozenth time.
And.
I'm not wrong. No.
It's you who can't see past yourself.
You chose your priorities, and your priority is yourself.
Fine, I accept that.
But that doesn't mean I agree.
I'm not altruist.
I criticize too much. I'm not easy to please.
But I secretly think that I'm actually a good person, despite my flaws.
Why you don't think so is beyond me.
I already tried. What, it's not good enough for you?
Exactly how much are you asking from me?
But, I'm not angry.
You could say I'm illuminated, though in exact terms, I was illuminated quite a while ago.
You could say I'm disappointed.
You could even say I'm sad.
But, no anger.
I wonder how long more I will continue wear this mask. And be that porcelain doll we see in those shops. You know, those with that cheery painted smile.
No one sees the tears they shed inside.
current mood:  contemplative
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(1 Bomb Thrown. Ouch. | Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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| Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
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3:45 pm - If You...
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Are a smoker... Please, just quit.
JUST QUIT.
Yes, even social smokers.
SMOKING WILL KILL YOU.
I really, really, really hate smokers.
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(Throw a Bomb at Tinky)
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