OH!

I will type, stop halfway, delete everything, type gibber and delete everything again, and again and again and again,

and you will always be interrupted, sitting there, waiting for me to say my non-existent piece!

And I will annoy the hell out of you, Yong Hwang (:

Who asked MSN to create such a feature?

Their heads are forever stationary, suspended in time, staring at their lovely conductor.
And their bodies swing and sway as they please.

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I really yearn for sleep these days. A teacher actually told me I look stressed out and I didn't even think so.

Blah, I'm still kind of zonked out after working on the concert poster last night.

Which reminds me, there're only 81 days left!

On the contrary I'm really excited about my new piano :D It's a Bohemia Janacek, sounds awesome. Be jealous (: I finally can say goodbye to the upright Yamaha that sounds like a MIDI file (and happens to be my age). A little sentimental value goes with it though, heh. What can I say? I played my first notes on these keys. I literally grew up around it, just that I never actually learned to play it till a few years back.

Speaking of music, KOHHUILIN played a very disturbingly MORBID music video during A. Lit last week, when the teacher wasn't around -___- The lyrics are equally... uninspiring. "A Little Piece of Heaven" by Avenged Sevenfold. Watching not encouraged for the weak at heart, mind and ability to forget.

I'm losing the blogging mood ): I shall do up a comic or something someday-ish.

a water-filled balloon in a dry pail in Singapore's weather;

a cotton-spinning machine(?) when I stand in the MRT train, engulfed (really) by hairy arms;

an elephant when I use the 4-mallet technique;

an angmoh during BSP lessons;

a silly goat with a spongy loaf during Math;

a happy fool when I meet old friends;

a walrus when I snack;

a boiling kettle when I do 58 drafts of a design because one suggestion was made;

a bored, bored person thinking of how a certain list he/she has created should go on. When he/she has piles of homework awaiting like starving wolves. Capital, indeed.

I have gastric flu and I'm supposed to stay away from milk, cream and all that stuff. And I just downed a small tub of yoghurt.

(Actually, I don't really know my IQ level. Those "approved by PhD holders" online IQ tests are fake. I hope you knew that.)

Too bad this guy came in third.

Still, a noteworthy ad.

You know how people love to knit their eyebrows, scrunch-pout their huge mouth and widen their nostrils in disgust? Yes, that disapproving look. The face that makes little kids cry, the face the makes you simply go "eeyer".

The kind of pimply face that kind of reminds you of a lethal combination of pumice, barnicles and volcanic rocks, swollen and red. The kind of face with a somewhat tanned complexion (albeit masked by the redness) but you're not really sure if those are scars.

The kind of hair that would put Medusa to shame, the kind that makes spurs your civic responsibility to do the community good, to trim it off, guided by your nifty gardening skills.

The kind of yellowish eyeballs of catastrophic size, with oily, quadruple eyelids.

The kind of nose that Bear Grylls would set up camp in. (No comparison intended. I mean, Bear could live in his OWN nose.)

The kind of lips that tourists from Batam would mistake their banana boat for.

I had to face a face like this, and it was no pleasure. It is really difficult to not observe such details without either cringing or laughing blatantly.

Need to write a quick philosophical essay? Get ideas here. Done in the style of aleck-cum-gabraman (please don't ask me for anymore synonyms).

"Saya mahu makan.

Saya mahu makan..."

The above statement expresses longing, but foretells a result of inevitable tragedy. Discuss.

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This thought-invoking extract sparks off a chain reaction of thoughts going about in my head, swirling incessantly, piecing together an extremely sophisticated network of information that gives me an idea of what kind of pain the author is going through.

Based on my contextual knowledge, humans need to eat food in order to survive. I understand the statement as a cry for food, a yearn for the satisfaction of one's hunger. I interpret this with a unique and different perspective, by assuming the mentioned "food" as material comfort, and Man's desperate and fervent pursuit for it.

People desire for many substantial things that I personally view as superfluous, such as cash, cars, condos, credit cards and country club memberships. However, when I was young, I was taught by my parents that these are not important as long as one had a heart.

We will survive, only with the reassurance of surgeons and doctors that heart transplants will always be readily available. Without our heart, how would we live? We would not have strong muscles to involuntarily pump blood through its chambers and around our body,

Therefore, I simply conclude that I agree that this statement speaks of one who seeks something that will not prevent tragedy.