Suicidal thoughts. Frequent.
The only reason release never comes through is because she worries of the grief she will bring to others.
How fucking noble.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Oh my God!
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
Congratulations! If your mission in life
is not already to preserve the English tongue,
it should be. You can smell a grammatical
inaccuracy from fifty yards. Your speech is
revered by the underlings, though some may
blaspheme and call you a snob. They're just
jealous. Go out there and change the world.
How grammatically correct are you?
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I don't know about you, but I'm happy. Hahahaha.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Bark what bark?
My goodness. If you ever tried drilling a hole into a shell, you'd know never to underestimate those things. The 1-millimeter drill actually broke.
I live on the 5th floor. That means I can hear your conversation if you're an obasan gossiping with your khakis in the park downstairs. (Mind you, obasans cannot speak softly) Today, I woke up to 3 or 4 dogs barking incessantly in the park downstairs. I ignored it at first and tried to go back to sleep. (It's no longer a matter of 'I only get to sleep in on weekends'. It's a 'I need to sleep in' situation.)
But no, dogs must have been aroused by some stupid bitch. Or they see themselves as the new age roosters. On impulse, I sat up and shrieked "Cha si nang, bark, bark, bark!!!". And I was surprised I did it. I didn't even think of doing it, I just did. I don't dislike dogs, in fact, I wanna own one of my own. But no 'serenade' barking under my window at 9am, thank you.
That goes for you too, Keera. But I know you don't meow me in the mornings. Good civilised boy. Mommy's proud of you.
I live on the 5th floor. That means I can hear your conversation if you're an obasan gossiping with your khakis in the park downstairs. (Mind you, obasans cannot speak softly) Today, I woke up to 3 or 4 dogs barking incessantly in the park downstairs. I ignored it at first and tried to go back to sleep. (It's no longer a matter of 'I only get to sleep in on weekends'. It's a 'I need to sleep in' situation.)
But no, dogs must have been aroused by some stupid bitch. Or they see themselves as the new age roosters. On impulse, I sat up and shrieked "Cha si nang, bark, bark, bark!!!". And I was surprised I did it. I didn't even think of doing it, I just did. I don't dislike dogs, in fact, I wanna own one of my own. But no 'serenade' barking under my window at 9am, thank you.
That goes for you too, Keera. But I know you don't meow me in the mornings. Good civilised boy. Mommy's proud of you.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Have you ever thought of swimming with the fishes?
This coming Chinese New Year won't be spent hopping from house to house with distant relatives I only see once a year. I am not planning on buying new clothes either. It's quite an overrated thing anyway.
I feel so wasted. I hate the feeling of being back to square one especially when I've been working my ass off. (Or what's left of it) It's very physically draining, but it's mentally agonising.
I don't know Vicki personally. I know that she's in FSV, and my age. What she did left me feeling somewhat empty and stupid. I know what I struggle with and I'm aware that many others may be deeper in Dumpsville than I. I scoff at many who think they are 'crushed' because of very insignificant things. It's just some stupid indignance. But I've come to think that, maybe it just seems that they are affected by insignificant things when inside, it's something else that's bothering them.
I hope anyone who reads this will take some time to pray for Vicki. I wouldn't want her to be stuck in the in-between. Please let her be by her dad.
I feel so wasted. I hate the feeling of being back to square one especially when I've been working my ass off. (Or what's left of it) It's very physically draining, but it's mentally agonising.
I don't know Vicki personally. I know that she's in FSV, and my age. What she did left me feeling somewhat empty and stupid. I know what I struggle with and I'm aware that many others may be deeper in Dumpsville than I. I scoff at many who think they are 'crushed' because of very insignificant things. It's just some stupid indignance. But I've come to think that, maybe it just seems that they are affected by insignificant things when inside, it's something else that's bothering them.
I hope anyone who reads this will take some time to pray for Vicki. I wouldn't want her to be stuck in the in-between. Please let her be by her dad.