Saturday, January 10, 2009


Once upon a time, these people wanted me to go to the Uni of Merlin to further my studies. It was as if, it was the only university worth going to. Like other universities weren't worth their time of the day. Uni of Merlin... Uni of Merlin... endless discussions and soliloquy about it. Like other universities didn't even exist.

There's a sensation I've gotten familiar with. Which is hearing about one thing so often, you get sick of it. You don't even wanna go near it or acknowledge it anymore. You just get plain sick of it. So yes I got sick of hearing about Merlin. And now, I'm not going there, as much as these people wanted me to.

I have no idea if this other uni I'm heading to may suck less than Merlin or suck the same extent. Heck it could suck way more. It's not really about that. My choosing to go to this uni was more like sticking it to "The Man". You know? It's more about 'Hah! Take that! I'm not going where all you people ask / expect / want me to go to. So suck on that, bitches.'

Who knows, perhaps a few months down the line, peers at Merlin would be gloating after all cos they're having such an awesome time there. And me living in hell where I would be. But fuck it, it's about sticking it to "The Man" ok.

Dewey Finn: Those kids have a rare blood disease: "Stick-it-to-da-man-noisis".
Battle of the Bands director: What's that? I've never heard of it.
Dewey Finn: You're lucky. Because it's hell.

Haha. Man, I love School of Rock.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Comfort food :Defined as food that gives emotional comfort to the one eating it, these tend to be favorite foods of childhood, or linked to a person, place or time with which the food has a positive association.

The equivalent of comfort food in terms of emotions? Fucking dulan.

In other words, it's

wolfing down a mass of cake even though you can't even taste it anymore.

devouring forkful over forkful just for the sake of stuffing yourself silly.

cutting a piece of cake into half just to finish all of it anyway.

thinking that carbs are gonna make you feel better, when all they do is the opposite.

Why all that? Cos you're fucking dulan. That's why ok.

I have to keep telling myself to "suck it all up!" "breathe in... breathe out..."

Have to remind myself that hey, it'll all be over soon. I think wtf.

But man, how to make the constant yakking stop, I don't know.

Hmph. No more cake for me wtf.

Wah lan eh. What am I supposed to do now. I just wanna sleep now T_T. Sleepy lah dei.