another jobless post

sign of madness #4

15 minutes looking for calculator

failed

10 minutes looking for phone

found

5 minutes wondering what number to dial

oh no

I didn't save the number

how am I supposed to call 

the freaking calculator

and make it ring

so that I can find it?

***

I'm sad to say that really happened. Behold my ever-developing dementia.

practicing math

I did a Math2 practice test yesterday. I mean, 15 hours ago. And it took me five hours to finish. Heh. Amazing, innit? Dear AmyRoomie I'm sure you know how I study for Math :D so let me tell you what I managed to do this time.

I read about 10 pages of bash.org, disembowelled an alarm clock to switch the hour and the minute hands, burned all my movies onto DVDs, combed the net for a game that can run on my Acer and that I actually like, reorganized all my music and e-books, played with my stupid Facebook pet until it's currently bankrupt, chatted with a few friends, brushed my teeth thrice cuz I forgot I did already, completed half a Lit practice test, blogged, had a weird thought about God and Places of Worship, ate Crackers + (Milo - H2O), choked and sprayed Milo powder all over the keyboard which thankfully is the foldable rubber one that I decided to try,

And wrote an essay for CommonApp.

Amazing, the things I do to escape Math.

But I won't be using the essay though. It's too stupid. I mean, who in their right minds would swear that their life changes with their hairstyle? And who in their right minds will let someone like that lose in their college?

So I binned it and finished up the last few questions and crawled back to bed because the sun has risen and is sapping away all my energy. I'm just surprised I actually wrote a freaking essay. Still am. Maybe I shouldn't have binned it. Ah. Too late to regret.

As you can see, yes, I am damn jobless.

woke up to a rectangle

I am happy to say that I actually took three whole days since getting back home to revert fully to my natural biological rhythm.

Anyway, I woke up today to vigorous shaking and to

Oi, you got a letter!

And my first thought was

#@%I can login when I bangun lahh..$&@

Oi! Letter ah oi!

&#!Email won't explode if you don't open lah..#*&

Letter! Oi! Wake up already! From YooEss!

Duh, must be from some univ...

(!!!)

Letter? You mean the paper one? Wow! Who would actually send a real cellulose-based letter all the way from US? To me?

A letter!

A true-blue letter!

For me!

So I grabbed the green rectangle and flipped to see if it was really for me.

*flip*

And miss oejane's much-loved handwriting greeted my overjoyed eyes. Magical, what a few simple lines can do. Memories and thoughts, sights and smells, condensation of fun and evaporation of tears. Fuh. Damn intense sensory experience, I tell you.

All from a simple letter.

It's amazing how much a dear friend can touch you, even if you're half a world apart, even if you haven't seen each other for months, even if you really can't picture her life right now.

Even through her handwriting on the back of a battered green envelope.

And Jane, I will let the record stand :)

And I will pass on the very profound revelation :D

drunk with LOL

You know those utterly unexpected moments of complete stupidity?

When you type something and it just comes out wrong?

Very wrong?

And you friend fricking catches it and rubs it in with salt?

I know them very well :D

And I found a treasure trove full of stupid moments like these!

YAY!

I don't feel alone anymore!

Visit Deviantart's LOL Corner!

Was supposed to fill in CommonApp but double-yoo-tee-eff this is too darn great.

***blame these***

[gonorea] helllo
[Chuckskull] wow what a name 
[gonorea] my name?
[Chuckskull] gonorea: yeah...
[gonorea] whatever...
[Chuckskull] [link] gonorea
[gonorea] i come from bulgaria
[Chuckskull] Thats an unlucky culture clash 
[gonorea] o0o0o0o s***t m***r f**r
[gonorea] aaa

[ash--tray] there's only one i in dictionary, smartass
[ash--tray] SHIT

[CHUCKY93] ;__________________________________;
[BlackHawk00021] well that puts new meaning into the phrase 'why the long face?'

[APimpingSquirrel] o_o I am dying of thrust
[APimpingSquirrel] thurst*
[APimpingSquirrel] WOW.
[sirniqman] APimpingSquirrel: Sexual Fail.

[andthemusic] Anyone watch Herpes?
[andthemusic] LOL.
[andthemusic] HEROES. I meant Heroes!

***

I love this stuff!

Life just ain't complete without stupidity and silliness!

And I have nothing to say to people who don't understand stupidity. It's stupid, dammit, how hard is it to understand?

...

Ah. I think I just found out why people don't talk to me.

Damnation.

a fortnight

I admit I have felt a little intimidated by all the sighings of my fellow Austinians concerning SAT2 and applications. And I felt really uncomfortable when you talked to me about how much you DIDN'T do and how much time you've been 'wasting'. Why? Because then, frightening images of my very empty CommonApp form and very virgin SAT2 books start flashing right in front of my eyes. *

And thus I had to constantly remind myself to take my break. To take the fortnight of rest and relaxation I had promised myself. To let my CPU cool down, so to say.

I'm glad to say I did :)

This fortnight I regained the suiying that I somehow lost during the Finals and SAT2 week. It's amazing, now that I look back, how stressed I was inside. The rather stupid way I planned to beat the reading exam, the internal mental flogging I put myself through before and after PreCal, the hasty way I memorised Theology without even appreciating the culture and the amount of thought that goes with it, the way I wrote the essay to please a lecturer and not myself. That was not who I am. And I am appalled at how I let something as transient as an exam distort me so much in such a short time.

Thank you, Time, for giving me these two weeks.

for letting me recover who was lost

for reminding me of what is really important

for showing me that someone still cares

for helping me mend fences

for blooming a blossoming friendship

for great books and great music

for the way I see the world

*And no, I'm not blaming any of you. It is a perfectly understandable need for you to let off steam after all the pressure you put yourself through, which rather defeats the point of complaining that you didn't do much in the first place. But hey, you're reading about someone who considers 'worrying' part of 'work' and 'effort' so really, it's not your fault. This paragraph is specially dedicated to KayJay and Ronnie(who never reads blogs anyway) so this is for you, KayJay. It's not your fault so don't start apologising.