I resolve
I resolve to cease blogging until STPM is over. =)
My next post will be about how STPM was and will never be again.
I went for tooth extraction today...
Actually it was more like surgery = ="
Due to the sideway growth of my wisdom teeth, my dentist had advised me to take'em out. ouch. ai ai. So this morning I obediently chaperoned myself to Angkasa Raya to give business to Dr. Thomas.
ah. . .
Dr. Thomas was a chubby Indian guy, with a demeanour as calm as a the pokok outside my house. His hands worked quickly, like a cat crossing the north south highway. So basically this was what happened:
1. He applied some cherry flavor anaesthetic jelly to my gums.
2. Started jabbing 2340980 times. causing me to cringe 2340980 times.
3. Started polishing his tools.
4. Started cutting my gums, cut cut cut. @ @
5. took out some sort of saw and sawed my tooth in half.
6. ngEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH ZzzzzZZZ
7. crunch crunch ** started twisting my teeth.. yank yank
8. pop goes half a teeth
9. pop goes the other half
phew, it's finally over, no wait.. time for the 2nd tooth? nuuuuu
...
so basically I lost 2 teeth in less than 10 minutes.
Oh well, my ancestors better have a very good reason for passing me such genes and causing me to lose these teeth. LoL
Ah.
So went I got home,
the anaesthetic wore off.
And it was
shitty hell.
UUARAraurauraurUARURUAuraughHH!
painful lo.
got myself to read the novel Chang and Eng.
Fell unconcsious on my bed due to boredom reading the novel & excruciating pain & blood lost & comfy bed effect
.. . .
woke up to blog.
LoL.
Oh yea. yesterday we went to Melia's house to take pics for the class profile. And then later we had steamboat. Which was nice. I was wearing my favourite joy T shirt. Strange. I always feel joyful when I wear that shirt. My classmates tot I was drunk. lol.
Melia's mom invited us to join MCA. o.O. lol
then we went to watch fantastic 4. whoa leisure mall's car park took 2039840 seconds of my life.
Not bad la the show. I treated it as a comedy. and since I was wearing the joy shirt, everything was funny. I could've sworn that the intergalactic being looked like the fish shit in my aquarium filter. lol .
Then later we went yamcha @ char chan teng.
then we went home
got home at 12.30am.
kinda scary driving @ night. especially when 1 is alone. Kien Yuen's housing area.. or rather industrial area where he lives.. was like a total ghost town... totally no cars. not a living soul in sight.
hehehe. It was a nice experience altogehter. minus the ouch part.
Pot of jacks.
or
An avalanche of durians.
...
ouch.
What goes around comes around, I think. Then again, when I blog, I don't think... I only type. Such an overwhelming sense of connectivity, of unison and oneness, for me can only be experienced between my fingers and my keyboard.. wouldn't it be nice if such a feeling could be duplicated onto a certain human being.
A certain human being. lol
Then I wouldn't even need to blog. I only need to be close to this person... and the message will still be crystal clear... in conventional silence. Ah. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Growth stumps my heart like an iron rod. Stump stump stump it goes. When will it ever stop, no one knows... Change is exciting, exhilirating... but always so awkward to live with. Then again, everything depends on our point of view. Whether the cheese is on our right or on our left, depends completely on where we are standing.
ha ha ha
So where am I standing?
here la. lol
I noticed that, the more a person likes us, the more we feel inspired by them. But then I also noticed, that when a person likes us, there can be 2 types of likes. 1 being like and appreciate you from the heart, while the other being like and appreciate you just for show.
When people truly like and appreciate us from the heart, we feel truly inspired. It's strange, when people recognize greatness in us, we too couldn't help but see the greatness in other people, and feel inspired by them.
But when people give us plasticky appreciation, the effect is somewhat toxic. Not only are we not inspired, we feel.. EXPIRED.
And then.. hohoho, it is exactly that fury of expiration that causes us to HUNT DOWN inspiration, and become great again.
I'm such a philosopher.. but then again, did I ever say I wasn't? lol
Lol, my words wear masks. I know some bloggers who blog with masked words as well. But its ok. I think. It's healthy. We don't expose ourselves too much. For we fear the light of photoreceptors. We're photophobic. Don't shine your torches at us, ARGH!
Ahem . Still, I think my close friends are able to see through these masks... or incredibly high leveled 38 ones.
I'm so confused. :S pls ignore me.
I need to express myself.
Ironically...
I resolve to speak less.
Real fed up with parasites, double crossers and myself. I guess, when one displays too much abilities, such minions of the prince of flies readily gather around one. To rot that unfortunate soul, oh woe unto that blithe day when the veil was outcast and an innocent crest outshone, for it is now decayed yellow, rotten and putride...
Putride, like the eve of the encroaching squall of zombies. Signing with a crooked visceral, and impaling, vomitting, unto,
me!
Such is the angst contained when light shines on a smiling your's truly today.
Ah.
It feels much better to let it all out.
I realized that we're not really beyond good and evil. We are to varying degree certain compositions of both. Certainly.
Logotherapy helped a little.
From now on, I will not trust so easily... especially those.. who walk with an arched back, crooked smile, and have fishy armpits.
I'm focusing on the future now. It's something I want to create =D.
=) peace
Life is like a box of chocolates, if yours is a box of ferrero rocher, you darn well know what you're gonna get, ferrero rochers.
Or would you prefer
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get!
=)
It doesn't really matter does it. They're both neither correct or wrong.. in truth, they're both ways to look at life, and they're both valid. However, personally, I've always sided more with the formal.. because I created it. lol
ahem.
Anyway.
what I'm trying to say is. IF life is a box of chocolate, then we can choose which brand of chocolate we want to be. =)
Why?
Because we have consumer rights.
lol.
come on laugh
No? = =
But seriously.
The chocolates in the box symbolizes the things that happen to us in life.. while the brand of chocolate we choose, our choices in life.
If we want a particular brand of boxed chocolates, we would simply GO to a supermarket, and BUY that particular brand of chocolate! DON'T TELL ME you go to the supermarket, make your way to the Chocolate department, and then close your eyes and grab something and then go home and open it up and eat it and then tell me that life's like a box of chocolates.. you SEE, you never know what you're gonna get..
swt
No. The fact is, more often than not, we know what we're gonna get.
If we get lazy, we know we're going to get something for sure..
and that thing is...
drumroll*************
NOTHING!!
if we get hardworking, we too, in the same natural logic, know we're going to get something for sure and that thing is...
long drumroll *************************************************
SOMETHING!!
So. inasmuch that EVER SINCE FOREVER, something>nothing, and life>nolife, we should do very well to choose... ferrero rocher chocolates.. =)
So
in a nutshell, select your box of chocolates brand wisely.. with a tiny dash of common sense, and you can always be sure.. of, WHAT YOU're Gonna get!
ah...
Why do I even bother trying to sound like zig ziglar.. = =
zzzzzzzzzz
Yellow moon rising outside the window at my left...
Exams coming soon...
But actually, its already here...
Dear friends..
ever notice that during exams, we always do well to follow all the instructions given?
Actually, an unwritten instruction on the exam papers should be..
BEGIN YOUR STUDY AND REVISISION 24592387 days before today!
In other words...
Examinations don't only test us during the real times of exams.
It is testing us now.. ><
All the more I should go study now.. there you have it from captain obvious
zzz zzz zz
Life is like a road.. and the road I want to traverse... is a road very much not taken, or at least, I'd like to think so. Because, if I were to take a road already taken by someone else, that would diminish the meaning and value of my life. That's why... I'm such a poor follower of examples..
I'm currently journeying to find this road...
but I often forget
that this journey is part of that road itself..
the road I seek..
the road named life...
SIGH
I don't feel like blogging.
But I blog anyway.
so...
Today is saturday.
Byebye ^^
(lamest blog post ever = =)
Macquerie Island overrun by rabbits? Aww.. how cute.
Recently..
I bid myself who changes a lot to stop
To find the sea of many things I seek
Of caution and wine that surmizes the crop
That flows smooth now along the sun worn creek
Oh the sun worn creek...
Oh woe, oh woe, oh woe
oh sushi
...
sashimi?
Consider the mind, and see a gardener, and his garden. Conclusions do spring up idlely like fungus. When we roll on beds, too much. Consider the mind, and consider yours. Is yours the gardener, or the soil?
Bread and butter is all I seek. Understand me and you would see. Comprehend me and you will FEED me..
Because I'm hungry..
...
sometimes.
I may be meek,
but sometimes I still get hungry,
for love, attention, insight, and strength
should I curl up and die in these times,
oh woe is to me
...
to die a hungry ghost.
But yet happy merrily,
Today it is to be,
A time in one where I'm cheerful,
knowing it will repeat
again, and again, and again...
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(No one's gonna comment on this post.. wahahaha)
moooooot
muuuuuuet
wtevaa
Kinda fished by Muet. Reading comprehension is like an undead spectre the size of 4.56 Petronas Twin Towers on steroids and chinese medicine. sooo fish.
Writing was fishy too. The only problem with my writing was my hand writing. = = swt. Hope it doesn't affect but then, oh well.
Listening was like fish cakes. Only problem were the tens of thousands of tiny bones..
I'm so screwed.. arrrrrrrrrgh
I'm going to do business after STPM.
The past few days have been...
Gory.
The air was filled with the stench of blood. Stagnant and rarefield; thanks to the music of death and the dancing of blood thirsty men. The din was nearly dim now. The battle has passed. At a corner of a field, a king's head lie among captured soldiers.. the opposition thunders in unison over their victory.. but wait.. why are the dead soldiers standing up? reassembling themselves?
"Good game."
"You won of course good for you la."
lol.
The chess game has just ended. As the winner leaves the table to submit the result of the match while the loser reassembles the chess pieces, I couldn't help but wonder, what would all these nerds do if chess were not invented.. play solitaire? lol
I'm tired. I have MUET to study. So I'll just jot in brief.
Monday: Team Event
Teacher: Pn Saw
Everything was lol. First team to play tmn bukit maluri, challenging. 2nd Team to play, Tsun Jin.. lagi challenging.. lol but we won both schools.
Tuesday: Team Event
Teacher: Pn Chong
Everything was omgwtf. 3rd round against SAB. overwhelmed. 4th round against VI. lol. 5th round against Dato Onn. sapu habis.
In the end we got 3rd! LOL. totally divine intervention man. xD
Thursday and Friday: Individuals
To cut long story short, went in, played, lol, and came out, a lil bit wiser, a lil bit pissed, a lil bit impressed, a lil bit grateful, all rojak emotions.. o.o
Alex got 1st! that was really DIVINE INTERVENTION. through a series of SUPER FORTUNATE EVENTS, his sokof was the highest, even higher than kamal! so.. congrats Alex.. n thx too for leading our team to victory.. n for teaching me ur chess opening.. lol
A whole week of chess ended with a crystal clear glass medal. Not so bad.. not bad at all..
now to study MUET
or risk
RETAKING IT.. NYOOOOOOOOOO
Sometimes I meet people who tend to think that the whole world revolves around them and that their life story is the most interesting thing in the world.
Disgusting?
I don't really know. I guess if I were to jump to conclusions like that I would pretty much be a pile of chopped up rotten cadaver myself...
After all, I do have a tendency sometimes to brag, albeit unconsciously. Well, who doesn't? But then aha. There comes the interesting counterpoint, of the existence of people who do the opposite of bragging, people who are able to scale mount everest, ace in a thousand exams and yet announce with a hailer that they don't like their own achievements and that they're stupid and that they're so dumb and shitty that they're the scum of the earth.
Equally disgusting?
I've always had the impression that people who do that believe that their achievements are 'so great' that they dare not be honest... as though they are fearful of being labelled arrogant. In addition, these people also seem to act like tranquilizers, pacifying people around them to believe they're not doing well and encouraging others to be complacent too. In the end, when a tough situation occurs, everyone will be forced to depend on this 'faker of stupidity' as everyone else has been idle and not developing... Is this the source for my gut feeling of disgust?
Without a doubt. Nay a shadow of it.
Such people have a toxic effect on people around them. A tasteless, odourless toxic. As I have illustrated earlier, it isn't hard then to see that such people are the inhibitors to the releasing of potential by the people around them. No wonder my gut feeling told me it was bad for me, that I should stay away, that it was...
disgusting.
No, this realization did not come in a dream. It is in fact something I observed happening in my class. A class where everyone's academic potential was without a doubt, 'there'. after all, a whole class of straight A students in SPM... what would you expect?
Stress?
Far from it.
Due to the influence of certain nefarious parties I've mentioned earlier, the majority of the class has become IDLE. and has been underperforming terribly. Isn't this a shame?
Or is this work place politics, where everyone tries to kill each other? American Idol?
What a sad day it would be when an educational institution did not succeed in releasing close to 1% of an individual's potential. What a sad day it would be when evil triumphs when good people do nothing!
Shall we be sad?
No!
Sadness brings us to nowhere!
I say, let us be grateful!
Let us be grateful that we realized our potential for excellence and our right to release it. Let us be grateful that we are still alive and that we can do every little thing today better than yesterday. Let us be grateful for each other! That when we all strive towards excellence we can be proud of each other's achievements. Let us be glad...
But let us act now...
As the Chinese saying goes, the best time to plant a tree is ten years ago, the second best time is today.
And let us act fast too...
As Jack Welch once said, If you're not fast, you're dead.
lol
anyway
Coming back to my first query, about people who think they're the most interesting people in the world. Gut feeling tells us they're disgusting too because they're just a waste of time... just because such people feel great praising themselves doesn't mean we should join in. If you honestly feel that an issue is unimportant, do dismiss it tactfully. It will earn you respect and trust for being honest. and...
we don't really fancy people who fake interests in us anyway.
so
the sirens have begun to sing...
what's your next move?