bang BANG.

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bang; BANG; boom;

Not all murders have a motive
This one certainly didn't

We've reached the end of the road
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for the ride

lundi, mars 29, 2010

Have you ever wondered why your laptop screen has to be rectangular?

Does paper have to be rectangular?

Why can't newpapers be handed out in a roll?

Why are toilet papers in a roll but tissue papers in a box?

Why do we use a Qwerty keypad when we're no longer at the age of typewriters?

Why do we need so many buttons on the remote control?

Why is a plate round?

Have you tried chasing that elusive piece of food all around the cereal bowl?

Why are cereal bowls not square?

Would the 4 angles allow for easier trapping of food?

Would the 4 angles cause the bowl to be more difficult to wash?

The lecturer left us with some very interesting quotes:

Question the purpose and existence of everything.

Nobody innovates without being daring.

Find the problem, fix it, make it better.

>10:45 PM

jeudi, mars 25, 2010

I know I took offence when my mother commented that I was becoming very dependent on certain people in my life, but I re-examined myself and realised that she was right. I need to straighten my backbone: figuratively and literally.

Speaking of backbones, I'm getting sick of pain.

I feel like shoving my foot into the doctor's mouth the next time he says "Deal with it".

I don't want to live with this pain for the next say, 50 years of my life!

And I am so sick of having to "deal with it". I don't think it's logical that I have to live like a 50 year old when I'm less that half that age!

They keep saying the pain is not extreme enough and that I can still go about my daily life normally.

Seriously?

I can't do things that I'm passionate about. That's living life normally?

I still haven't gone bungee-jumping in NZ, I still haven't gone white water rafting with Ain, and I still haven't climbed mount ophir!

I don't understand why people can recover from slipped disc in 3 weeks and it's been 6 months for me!

Last night, I found a tiny lump on the left side of my lower back. My first thought was, "EW! Disgusting! A pimple!" And then I pressed on it, and it was hard. Like, bone hard.

I told my nurse-sister to see it. And she says it may be the slipped disc. Because it hurt deep inside, too.

But we all know the slipped disc is on the right side of my hip bone. . so . .

I think I'm being paranoid again. :(

>10:02 PM

lundi, mars 22, 2010

If you know me well enough, you would know how much this means to me.

This ranks way up there with straight As and achieving enlightenment. In other words, something I dreamt about, but never really believed would happen.

When I think about it, my heart drops into my stomach and it feels like my stomach acids are digesting it. I feel sick, and terrified and sometimes I think I just want to forget it all. Forget about achieving dreams and let it remain a beautiful fantasy.

But I know I can't. And I know I will regret not doing this. And I know Ain, my number one supporter, hehe, would kill me if I give it up.

Everyone else is fully supportive. The only thing stopping me now is my fear. It's against one of my cardinal rules to admit fear. But I'm admitting it now.

I'm terrified of France.

And July seems to be creeping closer by the second.

>2:22 AM

mercredi, mars 17, 2010

My mother keeps scolding me these days.

In fact, I'd say, she does it on a daily basis.

I just might stop telling her about school at the rate things are going.

I just might stop talking to her at all.

She says that I'm too weak, that I let people walk all over me.

That I cannot stand up for myself.

She says that I expect kindness to beget kindness but that is not the way in this dog eat dog world.

She says that she seriously doubts my ability to survive on my own given how easily I'm taken advantage of.

She says that people make a fool out of me and my patience just makes them step all over me.

When I say that I have to wait for the day when my limit is breached, she scoffed at my words and said that that is not the way of the world and that the limit will never be breached.

I should tell people to back off when they do something I hate, instead of being patient and suffering in silence.

My mother is telling me that I should be more evil, now, how ironic is that?

Oh! and best still, she said, "Stop expecting people to be nice to you! The world is not full of F endy s, when are you going to realise that?!"

I know there's a point where patience turns into stupidity or cowardice. I just don't think it's reached that point yet.

Or maybe I'm just a coward?

>10:53 PM