Feel like a Sponge. A wrung spoge
This week has been eventful. No actually, it hasn't. I'm so bored with life yet stressed out with it at the same time. Didn;t go to school on tuesday coz my mother didn't go as well. I was being filial so people should stop saying i pon on purpose. Actually, come to think of it, how can people pon by accident. You mean one day you skip school and say," whoops! I skipped school! I didn;t know i ponned sorry!" So yea, in a way i ponned on purpose.
Anyway, that's not the point. Was feeling bitter the whole week (partly guilt from ponning so many things: training, lessons, lectures etc). Let me recall... ok.
1. spent the whole bloody week slacking and slacking and slacking. i refused to touch ANY homework. Or rather, work in general.
2. i can memorise the programmes for various channels for different timeslots. i had to reduce myself to watching the animated version of mr bean, which is worse than the real one. i also had to watch this ridiculous show called totally spies about bimbos who are spies and always manage to save the day coz the bad guys are too stupid.
life sucks
Friday, July 15, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
Furball, dog, or rag?duh. that was a dumb question. obviously it's a dog. by the way, that's my ex-dog. the 2 stumps at the end are supposed to be his legs and the spool of thread at the backside is his tail. ah.. so cute. to think that at the time this photo was taken he was already sufferin from the disease. kidney. yup dogs get that too. but to put him on drip for the rest of his life just to sustain his life at the frankly, pathetic, stage, leaving him dangling by a thread, or rather, a rubber band, bouncing back and forth between life and death, was out of the question. so he was put to sleep. was the best thing to do, though many would argue that euthenasia is just bad, bad and completely bad. the opportunity cost was just the remaining few days, or perhaps, few hours, so it was the next best alternative. would've done the same if there were to be a repeat. surprisingly, i didn't cry or express much. true, i was sad, but it seemed i was more shocked than sad so got over the thing fairly quickly. people HAVE to learn how to let go, i suppose, but i didn't want to and din know how coz it was the first time something so close was gone for good.
eek. i'm getting emotional. which leads me on to the many thoughts i have thought about in the past month or so. several talks with people who seem to know me better than i know myself have forced me to admit things about myself which i never would have done, say, last year. i believe it is precisely because i have refused to admit certain things about myself that i seem not to know myself well.
several things i have realised:
1. i am unintentionally intimidating
2. which is what i do to boost my bloody ego
3. because i tend to feel (ouch) insecure and unconfident
i surprised myself by those revelations. ah.. puberty sucks. it rudely jerks young, innocent adolences (me) awake to look at the real world and to realise how fake we are or how fake we have to be to survive in the bloddy real world. so contradictory huh? we have to be fake to survive in the real world. shouldn't it be "we have to be fake to survive in the fake world"?
i have a childish notion. and that is for everyone to return to junglehood and just join the animals in their food chain. just live to live. what an innocent and transparent life that would be. if 2 people were fighting for the same chicken, they'd just openly fight it out. no sneaky plots to trap your rival hunter, your job would just be to trap animals. isn't it cool to think about how life would be without economic struggles..
Monday, July 04, 2005
i've been wanting to come online and start typing this entry but as usual, i was procrastinating and now i have finally settled on a bad time to start. i was supposed to go shopping with yiling 3 minutes ago. but then 30 minutes ago i said i wanted to go online and so i did. so i delayed and delayed and delayed until the point where she is rushing me to go out that i just START typing in this entry
ah well, no matter. i shall carry on anyway.
i recently invented this song about me, coz you ARE supposed to talk about yourself in your blog. but no, i have decided to divert away from tradition and do something outstnding. something different. i shall sing about myself.
this song follows the cadbury song tune. aaand ah one, ah two, ah one, two, three go...
ah well, no matter. i shall carry on anyway.
i recently invented this song about me, coz you ARE supposed to talk about yourself in your blog. but no, i have decided to divert away from tradition and do something outstnding. something different. i shall sing about myself.
this song follows the cadbury song tune. aaand ah one, ah two, ah one, two, three go...
Wouldn't it be nice if the world was Yilun
Looking at yourself would be a tasty treat
Looking bad would soon become a problem
Everyone would be so tough to beat
There would be a public celebration
Everyone would come the whooole wide nation...
Wouldn't it be nice?
ok i'm done.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
hi. couldn't resist adding another entry. forgive my enthusiasm. i'm new, you see. so this whole blogging thing is very exciting to me.
anyway, while bathing i was thinking about the saying "to kill 2 birds with one stone". i've always thought that there was something funny about that phrase, but i never actually took the time to sit down and delve into the depths of this mysterious phrase. anyway, this time i did. and i came up with 2 theories.
Tay's Law States That:
Theory #1:
One day, a mother bird was teaching her baby bird how to fly. so when the bird had more or less learnt how to fly, it flew. but big bird was still worried, so she flew behind her baby while it flew to keep an eye on it.
at the same time, tommy and jimmy were skipping stones across the reservoir. tommy lost. so he got angry and threw a stone as far as could (but not very high).
anyway, like i said, small bird had only more or less grasped the concepts of flying. so it was flying fairly low. and if you remember, big bird was following it, so big bird was flying low too. and if you remember some more, tommy threw the stone far, but not very high. so it was like this:
Stone--> Big bird flying--> Small bird flying
predictably, the stone hit big bird and since it had been thrown far, the tremendous force sent big bird shooting forward. big bird's beak poked into small bird, so small bird died. so one stone killed 2 birds.
Theory 2:
as we all know, migratory birds have a generous store of fats in thier body. so one day, tommy and jimmy were skipping stones across the reservoir. tommy lost. He got angry and threw a stone high (but not very far). the stone hit one fat bird and bounced off it, onto another fat bird. the initial force was not enough to kill either one of them. but since they have an abundant storage of fats, the stone was able to continue bouncing back and forth between them until they died of irritation. so one stone killed 2 birds.
makes sense huh? :)yea yea i know, no need to tell me i can be the next J.K.Rowling. my next story is going to be called "Larry Panner and the Mug of Water". ok fine, force yourself to laugh
anyway, while bathing i was thinking about the saying "to kill 2 birds with one stone". i've always thought that there was something funny about that phrase, but i never actually took the time to sit down and delve into the depths of this mysterious phrase. anyway, this time i did. and i came up with 2 theories.
Tay's Law States That:
Theory #1:
One day, a mother bird was teaching her baby bird how to fly. so when the bird had more or less learnt how to fly, it flew. but big bird was still worried, so she flew behind her baby while it flew to keep an eye on it.
at the same time, tommy and jimmy were skipping stones across the reservoir. tommy lost. so he got angry and threw a stone as far as could (but not very high).
anyway, like i said, small bird had only more or less grasped the concepts of flying. so it was flying fairly low. and if you remember, big bird was following it, so big bird was flying low too. and if you remember some more, tommy threw the stone far, but not very high. so it was like this:
Stone--> Big bird flying--> Small bird flying
predictably, the stone hit big bird and since it had been thrown far, the tremendous force sent big bird shooting forward. big bird's beak poked into small bird, so small bird died. so one stone killed 2 birds.
Theory 2:
as we all know, migratory birds have a generous store of fats in thier body. so one day, tommy and jimmy were skipping stones across the reservoir. tommy lost. He got angry and threw a stone high (but not very far). the stone hit one fat bird and bounced off it, onto another fat bird. the initial force was not enough to kill either one of them. but since they have an abundant storage of fats, the stone was able to continue bouncing back and forth between them until they died of irritation. so one stone killed 2 birds.
makes sense huh? :)yea yea i know, no need to tell me i can be the next J.K.Rowling. my next story is going to be called "Larry Panner and the Mug of Water". ok fine, force yourself to laugh
yoyoyo... for my first entry, i shall explain my weird username. actually i'm tgo (The Great One) but then some other person had those initials or something so that name was taken. and since my class christened me "orange", why not tgorange? why onion? in that little mind of yours, you must be thinking, "ew! onions and yilun cannot have much in common! you must be kidding!" but tadaa.. surprise of surprises, tgorange was taken up as well.. ah well, guess everyone just wants to be like me. had to put a disgusting name that no one else will use.
anyway have you noticed the cool way "onion" is spelt? it's actually made up of the words ON! ON (i mean, other then the on on part, the exclamation ark looks like "i" also). so you can keep spelling out ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON and get many many onions. cool huh?
anyway, this entry is getting nowhere. i shall write about more interesting things next time, though that defeats the whole purpose of having a blog, cos a blog is for you to talk about yourself. to whine about how the whole world hates you and you hate them back. to complain about how you want to scream out of the window but cant, cos people will think youre mad. to wheeze about how you don't have enough time to do anything but blog. ahh, i see i've sidetracked again. anyway, this entry is nowhere. i shall write about more interesting things next time, though that defeats the whole purpose of having a blog, cos a blog is for you to talk about yourself....
anyway have you noticed the cool way "onion" is spelt? it's actually made up of the words ON! ON (i mean, other then the on on part, the exclamation ark looks like "i" also). so you can keep spelling out ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON!ON and get many many onions. cool huh?
anyway, this entry is getting nowhere. i shall write about more interesting things next time, though that defeats the whole purpose of having a blog, cos a blog is for you to talk about yourself. to whine about how the whole world hates you and you hate them back. to complain about how you want to scream out of the window but cant, cos people will think youre mad. to wheeze about how you don't have enough time to do anything but blog. ahh, i see i've sidetracked again. anyway, this entry is nowhere. i shall write about more interesting things next time, though that defeats the whole purpose of having a blog, cos a blog is for you to talk about yourself....
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