sleeping early

for the first time in, what? 4 months? i slept before midnight.

now i have a headache.

sleeping early is not good.

sleeping for more than ten hours straight is not good.

garrh damn headache.

haven't had a headache since... uh.. whatever.

:(

too personal, or not?

Initially, I didn't want to share this essay because it was a bit on the personal side. But since I found out that faceless, identityless people have read it and all, I figured, what the hell, let's go full monty. Crash and burn, baby. Crash and burn. Comments are, as always, very welcome.

You can find my personal account below. But because reading it might distort your own perception, I advise you to read the essay first. Your call.

Personal Experience Essay

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This is an essay I'm supposed to write for college, titled "Personal Experience Essay". I didn't like it much, because it put me in a rather difficult position: I didn't want to write something too personal (yes I admit my definition of 'personal' is very different from yours), I didn't want to overly embellish my experiences, and I didn't want to lie. But the experiences that really matter, I don't want to share. The experiences I can share, don't really matter. So I compromised :(

This essay is an outrageous mangling of a precious childhood memory. The night was definitely much more beautiful than how I described it, that bloody song had nothing to do with me, my house didn't have a balcony (I put it there because I know the aesthetic rationale of Disney directors) and I wasn't even close to autistic.

It was just a moment in my life when I realize that the damn stars don't grant wishes. That means a lot for a 5-year-old, okay! I didn't need all those stuff about catharsis and faith to make it meaningful. But unfortunately, some people just do not know how to read between lines and into a kid's mind.

This is what students do to get their grades - distort their own reality. This is a small reminder to myself that I might do anything for grades, but I must never ever forget and I must never ever stop beating myself up over all the lies I weave into my words. Lies are lies, even if they get you the A.

if you do not like my essay, i forgive you. i don't like it too. but anyway, interesting sidenote! google brillo boxes! :D

striking a chord

whispering the serenade

of a blue guitar

cold and at peace

with you

indeed

things are 

changed

upon the blue guitar

one day 

i must show you

carnations

and their

brilliance

on acs and anemones

I am currently staring at the brown pages of my 4th-generation American Cultural Studies textbook and wondering why, over 4 generations, no one bothered giving the poor sod a plastic cover. Seriously, in terms of book-years, this book of mine is a great-grandmother already. You know the discolouration old people develop on their skin? My book has them. Plenty of them. I feel like I'm paging through my grandma. Why do I need to learn about America when I am already having America shoved at my face everyday? But I don't really mind. ACS is pretty interesting and has boundless possibilities for fun.

I think I need a haircut. Nowadays, the verb 'look' no longer applies. suiying does not look at people. suiying does not look at her laptop screen. suiying does not look before she leaps. She peers. Her eyes do the visual equivalent of hacking through the jungle of tall grass and vines. No, really, I'm serious. My vision is constantly blocked by curtains of stringy black stuff. I wear my glasses like swimmers wear goggles - to stop stuff getting into my eyes. Gaaaaaa. Price of vanity. Amy says it'll be 3 more weeks before I'll stop looking like a sea anemone. Oh look, Nemo.

Which reminds me. I lost my uber cool nerdy glasses. It's probably in the library. If it is not, I am so doomed. Why do I keep losing my glasses. This must be the seventh one I lost. Damn.

And I've begun to sleep in weird places at weird times in weird positions again. Weird being 1) not on a bed. 2) not from 12 to 6 am. 3) not completely horizontally. Well, of course 2) has never really happened before, but I thought I had everything under control already. Guess not. Oh, and Amy's having fun taking unflattering photos of moi, her one and true love in this world. She is so in love with me :D

There. a long string of, in Beluga's squeaky cartoon voice, memememememememememe.

love is

a catchy title for a blogpost, no? :) especially since it's Valentine's Day and all.

February 14th. A day when the human population artificially increases its pheromone production and conduct courtship rituals that are predominantly red, heart-shaped and sappy. A day Kenya depends on to feed its country and corrupt bigwigs. A day cynics like me are told to stand aside because I cannot empathize with the dizzying throb of being madly in love.

Let this be recorded as my view on Valentine's Day when I am 17 and one quarters.

yes i deleted that post

I deleted my 'update on the demon' post after earnest advice from friends I greatly cherish and respect.

See.

Deleted already.

*grumble grumble grumble*

Feel like my mouth kena duct tape.

i bet you know what's going to happen

So someone forwarded me an email on how to forward emails safely - BCC your contacts, delete the emails displayed in the text body, don't sign nor reveal information in petitions, don't forward outdated junk, etc etc. A rare gem of common sense in the world of scummy putridity filled with

> Guys repost this if you agree.

> Girls repost this if you think it's cute.

> Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the> girls that read this will repost this .

> Now copy and repost this; if you don't you'll have bad relationships for 69 years.

> By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.

> If you don't repost this, you will have bad luck for your entire life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

and various other attention-starved colour-blind raving-mad neon-powered junk. Yes, I admit I am one of those people who are actually stupid enough to keep my Unread Mail at zero. Yes, I admit I do actually read every single one of these little moments of utter torture. But that's because they come from friends. Yes, I admit I actually think my friends send me stuff worth reading. Turns out most of the time that they don't. Oh well.

Anyway, I forwarded this email to a few friends who I deem most in need of 'advice'. It was a perfect way of telling, 'gently', that I really do not need a guide on how to propose to a girl on Valentines Day, that I don't appreciate my email going out to random strangers you 'know', that seriously, I know you're my friend, but quit spamming me.

You know that some people respond to forwarded messages, right? You send me an email about FW: teddy bears!!!!!!!!!!, and I reply with an email on FW: WhY MeN StArTEd WeArInG CLoThES - MuST REaD!!!. It's like some pseudo-conversation. Both sides are somehow 'keeping in touch' by sending each other nonsensical gibberish. The sad thing is, they're not even remotely cute, nor funny, nor touching. They're just sad.

Anyway, my friends decided to... um.. keep in touch. And so, after reading my short and informative email on how to forward emails safely, I was stuffed with emails exhorting me to 

CELEBRATE FRIENDSHIP DAY!!!!!! 

FORWARD THIS EMAIL TO THOSE YOU CARE ABOUT!!!!! 

OR YOU WILL LOSE ALL YOUR FRIENDS IN 1 WEEK!!!!!

A 9motnh baby was raped by 6men

Please think about that for a moment. The child abuse situation is now reaching catastrophic proportions and if we don't do something, then who will?

Kindly add your name to the bottom of the list and please pass this on to as many people as you know.

If you are signature no.: 1000 - please forward the mail-list to
childprotectpca@saps.org.za

Please don't be complacent, do something about the kids of South Africa ..

You can make a difference. That child is fighting for life. This is just 1 of the million cases of child abuse, so please pledge your support and help keep CPU (CHILD PROTECTION UNIT) open. Please give your support to the petition and ensure that it goes to as many people as possible.

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Nabeh.

The irony.

early inanity

At seven thirty in the morning...

*rummages in boxes*

What you looking for?

*mumbles*

Huh?

My book

What book?

The most fantastickest book

=.= which is?

Kama Sutra ler..

*chokes*

What? I really brought it here!

Kama Sutra?

Yeah! Damn I thought I chucked it in this box...

*pulls out book triumphantly*

Damn it's not this one...

...

Ah. Forget it. It's not that good anyway. You can learn LOADS more online.

*splutters*

Trust me. Those people old fashioned already.

*winks*

*goes into room to retrieve non-obscene books (like chemistry..grumble grumble..)*

demon strative

why do i keep discussing speech topics here?

So, another speech is coming up. The Demonstrative Speech. To the uninitiated, a demonstrative speech is where you show people how to do stuff. It's due next week, and we're supposed to get permission from our lecturer by this week (I think?). So, yeah. I've been brainstorming with friends and my best buddy Google.

It's a 7-minute speech, so I guess an intro to Parliamentary-style debate is out. It's a bit dry and boring anyway. And I don't think I can do it justice. Nor a guide to public speaking, cuz wth, this IS a bloody course on public speaking.

I'm not going to cook because everybody is doing it. Besides, it would be weird to see suiying cook. Not to mention boring. Someone told me that cooking is like an indirect way of bribing the teacher ;) if that's the case, I might as well demonstrate how to forge $$. Can right? Can right?

Being the talentless stupid I am, I really have nothing worthwhile to present. So I figure, might as well do something entertaining that I actually want to learn. This narrows my choices to 3:

How to Make a Fireball You Can Hold

Pro - I think it's as interesting as hell. Inner pyromaniac! *manic laughter*

Con - Will probably be as hot as hell. 80% chance of flipping the lecturer. Unless I can assure her it's safe. Which I can't.

How to Make a Tomato Glow in the Dark

Pro - I've never seen that done before

Con - In Amy's words: No life ah?!

How to Take Better Photos with your Digital Camera

Pro - 100% allowed

Con - 100% boring

Because if I do something I'm actually good at, it would be something along the lines of:

How to Wear a Bra + How to Unhook a Bra

Intro to Pen Spinning

How to Make Donkey's *pop* Sound in Shrek2

So how? Die lah.