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[]Name: diabolique
[]Aged: go figure
[]blah, sarcastic, cynical, paranoid, indifferent
[]vegan/children/elderly eater a.k.a cannibal
[]green tea
[]music in free time

[]overbearing, arrogant, snobbish people
[]slowpokes, physical ones and mental ones

[]Point:who doesn't?

[]PUNS! yay!


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[]MarcEcko: The TurnStyle/E900/The Niche/Ecko ID/Two Timer/The Encore
[]much, much MUN-NEH
[]my own digital camera
[]ipod nano
[]my own tuba


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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Random Thoughts VII

Vegetarian: Carrot?

Fruitarian: Thanks, but no thanks. I'm a fruitarian.

Vegetarian: Right. And umm...What exactly is a fruitarian?

Fruitarian: Oh. We believe that fruits and vegetables have feelings and that cooking them is cruel. We only eat things that have fallen off trees or bushes. In other words, we only eat dead things.

Vegetarian: Right, right. Interesting ideology. So these carrots...

Fruitarian: Have been brutally murdered. Yes.

Vegetarian: Murdered? Oh my...How beastly.

4:15 pm

Thursday, August 24, 2006
Might As Well Be Chicken Nuggets

Sometimes, I feel that we might as well be chicken nuggets. We should all just get fried and eaten. At least then, it'd be the end of us, instead of just hanging around for a long long long long long time.

Time seems to go by so slowly. It's as though it has never moved at all. Ever thought to yourself "Damned, it's Monday"? Many many many many many times? See, point proven. Okay, maybe it's because Monday is on schedule every week but you get the drift. Time, in actual fact, goes by so fast that we hardly have the chance feel it.Go by I mean. Not feel as in touch you imbeclie

But do we feel that way? NOOOOOOOOOOO. We don't. And we're always complaining. That's why I say, we might as well be chicken nuggets. Life in the fast lane.

Looking back, it has been a way way busy week for me. Much has happened, both the mundane and the exciting. To get our lives into the fast lane, by making things seem to go faster, I shall just highlight a few.

- We went to HuaYi for a combined band practice. Most satisfying band practice since -albeit ironic since we were looking forward to our seniors' departures- the 2005 graduating seniors left.

- Had many days of school. [I didn't say I would highlight just the exciting parts]

- Went back for a few band practices and chanced upon some horrifying discovery.

- Had an interesting MSN conversation with Jill, Garene and Amelia.

- Started a new project. "Nutrition Facts".

- Busy studying worrying about how screwed I am. Prelims are in 4 days.

- More studying worrying.

- And just recently, watching out for a blog saga. Thinking of some irrefutable comments that will shut some people up. IF they have the nerve to return.

Okay. Busy week.

I will be going back for band tomorrow, after maths and biology supplementary classes [busy day]. Some people are in trouble. Okay. SOMEONE is in trouble. Unless of course he has done what I told him to.

Now, are you starting to feel like a chichen nugget already?

7:36 pm

Friday, August 18, 2006
French Toast

Never question the cosmic law of french toast.

8:26 pm

Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Bad Hair Day

So I got my hair cut yesterday. We, namely me, Jill and Garene, decided to try one particular hair salon at Thompson Plaza. No other information, other than the fact that it's the one one the second floor, shall be mentioned, for the protection of their privacy. And this is the summary of how it went:

[expletive deleted]

Yeah. That's it.

But despite that, I still went to school today, only, and I say, ONLY, because chances are, I would earn myself a few demerit points for handling in an excuse letter going:

Dear Sir/Madam:

Please excuse my son for his absence from school on 15 August 2006 for he decided that there was no way in hell that he would step out of the house with such ugly fugly hair.

We hope to seek your understanding.

As clear as daylight, I had no choice. Off I went to school. So during assembly, I was lamenting to Darren of how ugly my hair looked. Then he made this really really intelligent comment that was damned humorous.

Darren: [Talking about my hair] Oh, my hair decided to go emo and cut itself.

Haha. It was a gas. But alas, no one else found it funny. Not the first time this kind of scenario though. There was once, Mr Kim, our chinese teacher, at that time, was saying "天外有天, 人外有人, 天外有人就是外星人"[tian wai you tian, ren wai you ren, tian wai you ren jiu shi wai xing ren]. It was hilarious. But NOOOO. No one thought it was. But I was laughing like a madman.

But in any case, was having literature and I attempted to get my morbid answer accepted by MsBalan. It was regarding the literature text, The English Teacher, which ending quite strangely, and the class was supposed to come up with a plausible explanation. And my went,

Me: I think he committed suicide. Cause it's sort of sudden and the way Naryan writes it seems to convey this message

MsBalan: Hmmmm....

Me: Oh MsBalan, please sympathize with me and accept my answer

MsBalan: Sympathize with?

Me: My ugly hair

MsBalan: It's alright. What did you do with it?

Me: Burnt it

MsBalan: Oh, why didn't you set yourself on fire? That would have been exciting

AHAHAHAHAH! That was funny. Only goes to show that having a bad hair day doesn't mean there won't be good jokes through it. Haha. Oh yeah...Had pizza for lunch today.

Bad hair day : 1
Good day: 3

9:01 pm

Thursday, August 10, 2006
Random Thoughts VI

Some time, not so long ago, by some strange strange chance, MaoZheDong met Stalin on the street. [Told you it was strange] Yes, they met on the streets despite the fact that they lived donkey years apart.

ZheDong: Hey. Nice moustache.

Stalin: WOW! You speak english? HEY! I speak english too! Anyway, thanks for your compliment. I trim and brush it everyday. Takes a whole hour.

ZheDong: I wish I had one too.

Stalin: Yeah...You should get one too. Then, you can join us, in the Leauge of Extraordinary Evil with Moustaches a.k.a LEEM!

ZheDOng. Yeah. But my parents are against me getting one. There was once I tried, then when I was asleep, they burned it off. Was one mother of a nightmare.

Stalin: Ouch. Must have hurt a lot eh.

ZheDong: Yeah..Oh, did you see Hitler's new style? It's horrible. It's a catasrophe. It's F.U.G.L.Y.

Stalin: Oh yeah...Damned it's ugly.

[cue: Hail Hitler! soundtrack]

ZheDong: Do you hear that?

Stalin: Yeah...Damned this is weird.

Hail Hitler! Hail Hitler! Hail Hitler! Hail Hitler! Hail Hitler!Hail Hitler! Hail Hitler!....

[ENTER Hitler]

Hitler: What's this I hear? Insults?

ZheDong: No, no, no. No such thing.

Stalin: Yeah, no insults here.


[cue: atomic bombs appearing out of no where]

Hitler: Oh [expletive deleted]. Not now. Damned. This is some [expletive deleted] weird shit.

[cue: LOUD, LOUD explosions, blood, flesh, bodies, arms, legs, torsos, and heads, flying everywhere]

Mary Alice's voice: In life, expected the unexpected. And damned, that was some weird shit.

History does some strange strange things to people. Damned.

9:02 pm

Tuesday, August 01, 2006
It's About Time

Time. It is something that we, as humans, will never be able to comprehend. It is such a strange strange thing. Like that black figure you see at the corner of your eye now. It is there, but you never seem to be able to grasp it. Oh well.

But that's besides the point. The point is, time is running out, and I haven't started revision yet. Something in those notes and textbooks just seem to spell: A-N-O-T-H-E-R-D-A-Y. Hence the procrastination. At the same time, something inside of me spells: Y-O-U-'-R-E-S-C-R-E-W-E-D.

It's not that I don't want to study or anything but I just can't. It has been like this since after the mid-year examinations. Just blank. My mind I mean, not the texbooks. I've been zonked ever since. At least I try, somtimes, to study I mean, not to get myself zonked.

Hmm...Reading my own thoughts again conveys, to me, the fact that I'm a confused young creature man.

Oh the PAIN! Not really actually.

Ah. Randomness.

And it's about time I changed my blogskin again, before I die of irritation. Frankly speaking, everytime I see it, I cringe as though I'm looking at children having fun in the park and old people having fun over chinese chess, coffee, and just lying on the sofa doing absolutely nothing. It's something I would cringe at personally. It spells out clearly:MO-T-H-E-R-O-F-I-R-R-I-T-A-T-I-O-N-O-T-H-E-R-T-H-A-N-T-H-E-O-T-H-E-R-M-O-T-H-E-R-O-F-I-R-R-I-T-A-T-I-O-N-S-T-H-A-T-I-K-N-O-W-O-F.

Okay, maybe not so clearly but at least try. To read it I mean, not to irritate me, for example, by hitting my head with a PINK, IMPLUSE-SCENTED HIGHLIGHTER, right before a SOCIALSTUDIES TEST, while I'm trying to get whatever minimal rest I can get. I shall not mention any names and of how there's a 'M', a 'L', a 'N' and vowels such as a 'E' and a 'I' in the middle of the other letters in HIS name.

Oh the PAIN! What ails me? Don't know leh. Probably tha dark figure I see at the corner of my eye chanting some curse. Oh well. It's not working~



9:44 pm