an annoying post fueled by insomnia

Here's a thought. Abnormal behaviour stems from emotional or psychological problems. People who do drugs are chasing a high so that they can escape their less-than-satisfactory life. People who do kids had traumatic childhoods and wish to ravish the purity they never had. People who do politics have a huge need for societal acceptance. Of course, it's not nice to stereotype. People who do drugs may be happy housewives looking for something to do while waiting for the spaghetti to cook. People who do kids may be the kid's baby sister. People who do politics may really honestly care about making policies that will ease your burden although it may bring huge losses to multinational companies.

Alright you get the idea. And now, since this is my blog, I shall begin talking about myself. Following this train of thought, I can assume that I have a number of emotional/psychological problems.

1) Irregular, non-circadian sleep pattern - May be due to deep dislike for social interaction, hence, sleeping when people are around and staying up when people are asleep. May be due to deep need to rebel, hence the attempt at breaking the commonly-held belief that humans are diurnal. May be due to dislike of sleeping in the same room as divorcee.

2) Tendency to bite lips - May be a reaction to feelings of insecurity and uncertainty. May be a desire to hurt self due to feelings of guilt. May be affinity to the taste of blood.

3) Tendency to mutilate nails - May be a nervous person. May have masochistic tendencies. May be bored out of mind.

I have 3 more, but I'm bored already. Thus ends a pointless try to further understand myself.

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I can't sleep.

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Thank you, Charis, for little children. Refuse to capitalize :) Makes social interaction seem all the more futile and complicated.

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Louisa, stop ogling at your toys and get em already!

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I really really can't sleep.

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You know, choosing First Year Seminars makes this little thing called 'going to Brown' seem all the more believable. It's a really good hoax. I mean, they bothered making up all these splendiferous courses just so I believe them. They even have my second favourite poet. Wow.

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Would it be too creepy to wear my trademark T-shirt when I first meet people?

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Come to think of it, it would be kinda cool to have a picture of me in that T-shirt for a graduating photo. A graduating photo. In that T-shirt. Framed. In some INTEC officer's room. Nothing seriously wrong, but cooler than if it was just some shirt.

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Wei Jie's running for ATUSA President. Hmm.

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The thing about writing so little about so many different issues is that readers don't know what to comment on. Sorry lor.

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Notice that blog-troll in my chatbox. She/he might be someone very influential, very eloquent, very nice, very rich, very kind, and/or very powerful in real life. But here, she is just an annoying blog-troll who shamelessly tells people to go to her blog so that she can boost her ratings and get more $$$. Very very irritating. The sad attempt at making me like her by saying she LOLed at one of my entries irritates me even more. I'm starting to wonder what the hell is wrong with me and why do I connect with the sense of humour of blog-trolls. Yes, I admit I went to her blog to check whether she's a high school friend or not. Damn. One free view for her. Thank god she isn't or I would have to say I'm friends with a blog-troll.

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And I don't get why Bugger has to release a royal decree every time he wants to meet people. Can't he just stalk the first floor of the library until we turn up?

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It's 6am and I still can't sleep. Even reading C++ and Catalog Entries couldn't bore me to unconsciousness. Dammit.

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Amy's method of getting people to throw away the trash has earned her my awe. She is pure genius. And she does it so effortlessly. Wow.

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In desperation, I have taken to closing my eyes, scrolling around and clicking at a random spot on the screen to choose my five preferences for my FYS at Brown.

Political Science - Freedom

English - Intro Seminars in Medieval and Early Modern Lits and Cultures

Classics - Herodotus

Sociology - The Hispanic Experience in the United States

Neuroscience - Seing With Sound

Random betul. Unfortunately, terlalu random.

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I shall proceed to finally have a serious attempt at losing consciousness now. Coo.

forgive me. insomnia.

Ah.

This story has shown me that there are bigger problems in this world than my own.

Thank you, Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. For making me LOL at five in the morning.

And thank you, Louisa and Charis for introducing me to the inconceivable inventions Mary Sue and Gary Stu.

Edit: This write-up by Encyclopaedia Dramatica had Amy and me laughing in tears. Louisa, you are not alone. Many thought she was a troll too! Apparently Charis read it when she came visiting 7 hours ago, but I was sleeping. Damn.

No, You Can't.

No, Suiying. You can't have The Sims 3. I don't care how long you've been waiting for the damn game, you can't have it. No. No you can't. Because your Acer can't run it, that's why. It almost crashed with AOE and you think it can take Sims3? Besides, it's 50 bucks for an original and the P2P leak is missing an entire city. I said no! And I don't care that it has an integrated neighbourhood and you can ring-and-run your neighbour's doorbell. And I don't care that you can customize the hair colour from the root to the tip and that you can give them fluorescent green highlights or whatever colour there is on the palette. No, I don't care that any hot neighbour you make your Sim date can grow up and go to college with you. Fuck you. So what if the release is tomorrow? You have class. No you cannot go and buy an XPS just to play, goddammit. Dad will kill you. No! There is no Sim-orgy in heaven! No! I do not want to find out if they made the sex scenes more explicit! And I don't care if you want your Sim to do that Titanic nude painting scene. You can do that in Sims 2 already. No the graphics won't be better! You are impossible. Stop trying to find new places for your Sims to have sex! God! And stop dreaming about that hunk you're about to create. He's not real. Yes there are better-looking guys than your hunk. Yes there is. Yes there is. Cloud from Final Fantasy. Oh great, now you want to make a Cloud and have your guy beat him up? Great. Oh, very funny, huh, Cloud taking a dump? Right. Very mature. Shut up. Get over it. So what if you have a design for a log cabin? You can't live there. No, you can't name the family baby Abraham Lincoln. Because it's stupid. No one puts beards and top hats on babies. NO! Get the fuck off me! I said no! You cannot make Yu Chen! No you cannot make Kai Jun.....oooh Kathy will kill you. Stop it! Yes I know the graphics are freaking awesome and the additions are fun and your life sucks and this is how you deal with your neuroses and you are living your life the way you actually want to and the humans here are hotter and life's simpler and you can cheat a few grand in a blink of an eye. But it's not your life. So get over it. Besides, your laptop just can't support it. Alright alright. Go spam your own blog with pictures. It's your blog anyway. Now stop foaming at the mouth about your beloved Sims. Videos too? Dream job, eh? Get your programming in order before you even think about working there.

Gah. Uploading images onto Blogger is hell. This is as large as a file upload can go. And image URLs come out way too large. Forgive me. And forgive my nonsensical posts of late concerning issues that are really really trivial. I think I am trying to fend off depression because I think I have a few personal issues I am currently refusing to acknowledge. Still trying not to think of them. This is how I cope. Shoot me. I like being stuck in the denial phase because it means I won't make the situation any worse. I seem to have a knack of hurting people. I do this, people get hurt. I do that, people get hurt. I do nothing, people get hurt. Wtf. And sometimes I don't even know I hurt someone until it hits me in the face in the middle of the night after its too late to make it right. The hell. Then when I start feeling remorse, my darn brain will start saying stuff like "Why emo? It's not like they know if you do. When you see them again, you'll just go on pretending everything's alright anyway. Why waste time being emo? They won't think you care anyway." Blah. Then I feel double-guilty. Then I realize I'm wasting my own time anyway so I might as well do whatever the hell I want with my life and screw all the hurt people because, hell, they already assume I don't care anyway. Gah. Then I start realizing that they really don't care and no one's emo-ing over this except me. And I'll start that self-debate about my importance in my own life and start feeling really crappy and useless and godforsaken. And then I'll tell myself that the reason I'm so useless is because I always act like I don't care. And then I start caring, and I'll get all emo and my darn brain will start the cycle all over again. Wow. My thought processes summed up in a few sentences. Amazing how complicated you are, suiying. I wonder why some people think you're so goddamn complicated. Bah. Screw all this. I want Sims 3. I want my own world.

Note: the 'them' I talk of may or may not refer to a group of individuals. May be an individual, may not. Point is, you're not supposed to know. Or I would have written the name(s) already. What? Shoot me. Some people get real touchy real easy. There. By typing that sentence I may or may not have insulted a few people I may or may not care about. Amazing.

i seem to be going back a lot, huh?

A quick post because I have a test tomorrow.

I am heading back to Taiping tomorrow afternoon and will be staying until Sunday morning. Plans include infecting brothers with addictively silly games, getting self jabbed for multiple reasons, swimming and air-conditioning.

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Attention Austinians.

Go class blog.

And help plan.

largest | t-shirts | adfp night

Eh Zhen Hwang where did you put your largest?

Bahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Hahaha! HAHA!!

And it took me quite a while to think of a way to say it without making it sound wrong.

The Beluga wasn't helping either.

Go on Sui Ying, let's see how wide your vocabulary is Hahaha *explains current situation to Louisa* haHAHAhaha

He was laughing like a girl! And he covered his mouth with both hands! *feels deep dissatisfaction at own inability to come up with a clever comeback within ten seconds of being laughed at* Damn you, Chan! I'll set Charis on you! She'll leer at you and call you ChanzyWanzy and FurryBurryKukuburi! *muttermuttermutter*

We were supposed to write a program that will display the largest and smallest integer from a series of positive and negative integers and I had just spent the last 30 minutes inventing new evolutions for Togepi with Louisa. To the interested, they are Togepos and Togeneg. Togepos lives at the North Pole and Togeneg at the South Pole and when flocks of them gather, they cause auroras. Yes, blink blankly, dear reader. All I can say is, humour works in many ways. Anyway, that's why I had to ask him about.. uh.. where he put his largest.

... Still tak puas hati. It's okay. Don't mind me.

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I want this T-shirt.

It is pure awesome. Attitude. Sense of impending possibility. Prompt to utilize imagination. Heck, it can even help me do some character analysis. Very helpful when meeting strangers. May help me find a kindred spirit.

Check out the other shirts while you're at it. If I had my way, I'd just wear jeans and quirky tees and lounge on random sofas all day with a good book. Too bad the printed tees I find in KL are either too obvious or too suggestive. Gaaa.. *obsesses over cookie*

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Speaking of jeans, I have decided not to go to ADFP Night because I don't have formal wear that is

a) not a baju kurung

b) not retarded

c) me

I am a T-shirt and jeans kind of girl. Whenever I try to go beyond, I look like I lost myself and would dearly like to go back to my home planet. I am very comfortable in my own skin, thankyouverymuch so please don't make me shed prematurely. You might take a spleen out.

Besides, I suck at parties with strangers. Yes, strange as it may seem, many people in ADFP are strangers to me, and very probably, I am one of the stranger strangers to most of them as well. At parties with strangers, I am usually found at one of the darker corners confiding in the wallpaper and drinking myself silly. Or, in better situations, I can be found at one of the roomier dark corners confiding with a few similarly-afflicted friends about the fire exit near the restrooms.

So yeah. You guys go enjoy yourselves, and I'll go enjoy myself.

To any non-goers: Who's up for a night-picnic? :D

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As you can see from the timestamp, my DSPS is back in full force. I tried sleeping at 2am yesterday and after tossing and turning for 2 hours, I got up, showered, drank Milo and read about dolphins. And fell asleep at 6am. Woke up at 9am for class. Yay.