Everyday I Hope To Be Lost In Your World But All I Get Lost In Is In Your Merciless Words Of Confusion And Rejection Of Which Is Painful Beyond Words.

hm, ahhh my voice is dying. i dunno why. maybe cause i haven't been testing the volume and range of my vocal chords. i kinda regret. been shouting 'oh god' alot. the two words that will come out from me the moment i see something unbearable. like fat porn. yes. some dumbass idiot send this file to me of which was tittled as god's greatest gift. i was thinking something else. hm, that was sent as a joke from someone. haha, my fat ass ain't really laughing.

hm, school's starting. can't wait...for the end of the week...so i can sum up the week for you guys...in my own sarcastic little ingenius way. hm, we ain't supposed to bring our notebooks (please don't use the term 'laptop' cause that sounds so unprofessional) but i'm still bringing it, for fun. wanna be entertained for a while, before and after school, and maybe during. no la, not during. hm, plus i can also easily add all my classmates email on the spot instead of collecting on a piece of paper of which i will lose within 7 minutes. so yeah. hm, school's gonna be a bummer. or maybe it could be fun. control myself. don't be like what i am. no one's ready for me. or are they...?

hm, flag day was a doozer. the worst flag day for me. why? cause i followed the rules. well, not really. i followed more rules this time than compared to previous flag days. see, the thing is, that during this kinds of donation drives, rules are meant to broken. to get the most money, rules need to be broken. if you can destroy the rules, all the more better. but,...hm if there is another flag day coming up, i'll try to make it up to my conscience by getting one and a half full tins. yes, i can. i'll station myself in a bus interchange, near a mrt station, with surrounding office builiding where little foreigners are, where people are less arrogant, where there's not much other people collecting donations too. yes, it's kinda complex. you can't use the simple rule of standing in one spot and smiling at people til you start to look like the joker from the batman. hm, complexity will help you in all your endeavors.

anyway, did joke around on that day. crapped. sweated. ate. sweated more. irritated people. bugged passer-bys to donate. 'donate you asshole. what's two dollars to you? that two dollars can mean a smile on a small orphaned kid's face!'. i also gave some of the other sp students false information to get rid of them, com'on, this is kinda like a competition. but hey, no hard feelings right. hm, if there is, then come and find me. i'm short, stocky, overly hairy, i wear specs that was in fashion in the 1970s. my accomplices are all members of the oxygenated eye clan.

hm, class is starting tomorrow. is it gonna be fun? is it gonna be torturous? is it gonna be...unexpected? hm, just thinking, if you expect something to be unexpected, that means it'snot unexpected, instead it's expected. isn't it? hm, maybe we can discuss this tomorrow. hm, anyway gonna be there early. gonna explore singapore polytechnic...the ins and outs of sp. how to get to class easily and quickly when i'm getting late. yeah.

hm, you guys gotta hear this song. dream on by aerosmith. hm a damn good song. then there's what about now by daughtry. mostly old songs, just wanna relive the moment. hm, alright, i can't really concentrate right now. eating and blogging. hm, can't multi task at this moment.

Culda