simmering.

there's something mildly therapeutic about tapping on the keyboard late at night, when the body's tired but the mind isn't. words can be so powerful -- if they are read, but then again, who says mine are? so if i don't write to be read, then i write to vent my emotions, or in the spontaneity of the moment, right? if so why is it with this blog i can't do either?

lies.

i can't say i am angry, i think i have past that with you. i can only think back to what you said, and scoff, cuz you don't mean it, or rather a leopard never changes its spots. time and again, you've disappointed me, but then again, who am i to judge, having done worse?

deeds, not words.

there was no eulogy -- it wasn't necessary. but then again, it's befitting, because only then there's a sense of finalty.

well this is it, this is it.

i want i want i want

After so long, I begrudgingly admit that my math is terrible. Even after the incident when I took one whole minute to figure out that 2008 is indeed 3 years from now, I was still adamant that my math isn't THAT bad. However, when I got into an absolute fluster while trying to convert some figures that were in billions (a thousand million) into millions, I conceded defeat.

however, I found something to assuage my pride.


doesn't this suit the situation so well? I think it'll be such a laugh if I wear this at imperial. Imagine diane's face! However, the catch is that this tank costs $40 thereabouts.

darn.

i love my brother

no i don't approve of public displays of affection, but i really do love my brother. just talking to him on msn (even though i can talk to him when i reach home 3 hours later) makes me feel happy. this is even when what we're chatting about doesn't make sense. (he's undergoing this phase in which everyone is an idiot, and he tries to prove it through EQUATIONS. yes you read right. he's nuts, but it runs in the family =P)

plus, he will only visit me in uk if it snows. otherwise he's quite happy to be holed up in singapore playing maplestory or racingfrogs.

bleah.

i am glad i have a brother.

just trying to take up space

my kor is not one of the most sympathetic people around. he told me this today


"but you know there's one thing ultra pathetic about you."
"yes?"
"your blog."


thank you for the accolade. yes i know i haven't been blogging often, but you guys don't really have to know more about my (bimbotic) escapades, do you? surprisingly, i only find them worth blogging about, cuz they're quite laughable. well in any case, if you guys are still interested...

Bimbotic Incident Number 1
friend's sms: "so why are you on the bus? i thought you'll be on a train instead."
my tizzy reply: "oh! i forgot i normally walk to the mrt! i walked and found myself at the bus stop instead, so i decided i will take a bus to the mrt station afterall. teehee"

the best part, i didn't mean to intentionally make a joke at my own expense. it was only AFTER sending the message that i realised how bimbotic that sounded.


Bimbotic Incident Number 2
while playing taboo, the word i had to describe to my teammates was "bachelor".

i said --- (drumroll please) "what's the male version of a nun?", thinking it was quite a brilliant brainwave.

Bimbotic Incident Number 3
lady at the counter: "madam, i'm afraid i cannot process your cashier's order application for you. your signature is different from our bank records."
me (opens my eyes wide. see, i had previously changed the signature to my bank account to a foolproof one that even i can remember and replicate consistently.) says to the lady weakly, "are you sure?"
lady at the counter: "oh yes. quite sure. why don't you wait a moment, madam."
me ( weak smile, wonders if she was going to get a policeman to escort me out of their office. seriously. was wondering how many people got this treatment each day, when suddenly...)
lady at the counter: "madam, please look at this," (points to a computer monitor.)

it is my signature, as it appears on bank records. and it is just a squiggle. infallible indeed.