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.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Till then
Meh. Don't feel like blogging anytime soon.
I also wanna go on hiatus already lah. Till when also unsure.
Till then, live life and prosper wtf.
I also wanna go on hiatus already lah. Till when also unsure.
Till then, live life and prosper wtf.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
So this is it
Where to begin. *takes deep breath* Well I was writing a post few nights ago then there was this whole virus/scam episode and my browser couldn't even be opened for more than a sec so I gave up and it was fixed the next day thank God so now I'm writing another post cos it'll seem too disjointed to continue on the train of thought from that few nights ago. *phew*
I see that I've been missed ey, judging from the comment by Mr / Mrs Anonymous. Tell me anon, what is it that makes you come back for updates after these few weeks? What is it bout my incessant vapid ramblings that seem even remotely interesting to you? It baffles me, really it does.
As you can see, I am still alive. Yeah. Physically. Mentally and emotionally? Barely I guess. Languid would be the proper word to describe these couple of weeks. No I don't feel like doing anything. I don't feel like going out. I don't feel like carrying conversations or dressing up or wake up in the morning or learn how to cook. How I've been feeling is all I wanna do is lie down and read. Yeah an ideal day for me would be lying on a couch, sipping coffee from a big mug and shutting out the rest of the world while a good novel accompanies me. That's all I need right now. Except that now I don't really fancy coffee that much... well I used to, but it yellows teeth and there's that acidic aftertaste on the tongue.
Reading's good. It's akin to listening to music, where you can be totally absorbed in this medium with nary a care in the world, until the next bark of orders from your mum that is, in my case wtf. I feel that she literally barks orders wtf. So anyway, languid, lazy, bumming around, being a total appendix wtf, full time slacker etc... that's what I've been up to.
I wanted to disappear for a couple of weeks. Maybe a month. Not go online, not get out, just vanish. That's just how I felt, after finals. I wanted to be with myself, avoid the world. Can't really explain why I felt that. I sound totally inert and introvert, but hell yeah I am those right now. Not even gonna deny it. Having said that, I did go out on a few occasions, cos I didn't really have any excuse to decline did I. "Hey, wanna go out?" "Er no I can't... I'm busy staying at home being useless" Now that would sound like a pretty weak excuse wouldn't it?
Geez, I'm so hopeless at sounding even a teensy poetic. You know, I wish I had the flair for writing like pinkpau of quaintly.net, where expressing anything just seems so effortless for her. Reading her posts is just like navigating through the streets of Rome or something, turning around narrow corners, walking on brick roads, going through alleys and discovering quaint little coffee shops, never knowing what you'd find next. That's why quaintly.net is such an appropriate name for her blog wtf.
I wanted to be a writer once, or more precisely a columnist, not unlike Mary Schneider of "But Then Again" in the Star every Monday. The thing is my English teacher complimented me once, that I had a "flair for writing", and that pleased me, so I went home thinking that I really had a "flair for writing", and started conjuring dreams of becoming a writer, a journalist, a columnist and sorts. But now I see that I lack... everything. Wit, humour, skills, talent, everything. So that was that, I wasn't writer material *shrug*.
Even with my extremely slow pace of life, time seems to go by real fast, as usual. Next week results are gonna be out already. Like, holy shit. That fast? Wtf I just came home like a few weeks ago wtf. Why oh why? Can't you delay all the franticness for perhaps another week or so? Getting the results would be like the gun shot in the air signaling the start of the race. Things have to be done. Procedures. Forms. Over-enthusiasm of my parents wtf. Finding out which Uni you'll end up in. Applying for Visa. Medical check-up. AGAIN (fuck). Sigh, I just wanna put life on hold a while longer. Maybe forever wtf. Delay it, please someone delay it. I'm not ready. Don't know if I ever will be. I'm not cut out for living wtf. I'm not a do-er, in fact I'm anything but a do-er. I'm an avoider, a procrastinator, a coward, a wimp. A total wimp *vehement*. I dunno myself very well, but those I'm pretty sure bout myself by now wtf.
I used to draw. It was the only thing that I thought I was good at. But having such an impractical talent or something was well... impractical. And now having time on my hands, I haven't felt the urge to pick up a pencil and draw. No images in my head, like before. Nothing. The only thing that I felt that I was meant to do, I don't even do anymore. So where does that leave me? I wonder.
A shell. A blank. A vessel. A hollow.
I am nothing.
And, I'm pretty good at doing nothing. Just sitting and spacing out. Stoning. Yeah.
I see that I've been missed ey, judging from the comment by Mr / Mrs Anonymous. Tell me anon, what is it that makes you come back for updates after these few weeks? What is it bout my incessant vapid ramblings that seem even remotely interesting to you? It baffles me, really it does.
As you can see, I am still alive. Yeah. Physically. Mentally and emotionally? Barely I guess. Languid would be the proper word to describe these couple of weeks. No I don't feel like doing anything. I don't feel like going out. I don't feel like carrying conversations or dressing up or wake up in the morning or learn how to cook. How I've been feeling is all I wanna do is lie down and read. Yeah an ideal day for me would be lying on a couch, sipping coffee from a big mug and shutting out the rest of the world while a good novel accompanies me. That's all I need right now. Except that now I don't really fancy coffee that much... well I used to, but it yellows teeth and there's that acidic aftertaste on the tongue.
Reading's good. It's akin to listening to music, where you can be totally absorbed in this medium with nary a care in the world, until the next bark of orders from your mum that is, in my case wtf. I feel that she literally barks orders wtf. So anyway, languid, lazy, bumming around, being a total appendix wtf, full time slacker etc... that's what I've been up to.
I wanted to disappear for a couple of weeks. Maybe a month. Not go online, not get out, just vanish. That's just how I felt, after finals. I wanted to be with myself, avoid the world. Can't really explain why I felt that. I sound totally inert and introvert, but hell yeah I am those right now. Not even gonna deny it. Having said that, I did go out on a few occasions, cos I didn't really have any excuse to decline did I. "Hey, wanna go out?" "Er no I can't... I'm busy staying at home being useless" Now that would sound like a pretty weak excuse wouldn't it?
Geez, I'm so hopeless at sounding even a teensy poetic. You know, I wish I had the flair for writing like pinkpau of quaintly.net, where expressing anything just seems so effortless for her. Reading her posts is just like navigating through the streets of Rome or something, turning around narrow corners, walking on brick roads, going through alleys and discovering quaint little coffee shops, never knowing what you'd find next. That's why quaintly.net is such an appropriate name for her blog wtf.
I wanted to be a writer once, or more precisely a columnist, not unlike Mary Schneider of "But Then Again" in the Star every Monday. The thing is my English teacher complimented me once, that I had a "flair for writing", and that pleased me, so I went home thinking that I really had a "flair for writing", and started conjuring dreams of becoming a writer, a journalist, a columnist and sorts. But now I see that I lack... everything. Wit, humour, skills, talent, everything. So that was that, I wasn't writer material *shrug*.
Even with my extremely slow pace of life, time seems to go by real fast, as usual. Next week results are gonna be out already. Like, holy shit. That fast? Wtf I just came home like a few weeks ago wtf. Why oh why? Can't you delay all the franticness for perhaps another week or so? Getting the results would be like the gun shot in the air signaling the start of the race. Things have to be done. Procedures. Forms. Over-enthusiasm of my parents wtf. Finding out which Uni you'll end up in. Applying for Visa. Medical check-up. AGAIN (fuck). Sigh, I just wanna put life on hold a while longer. Maybe forever wtf. Delay it, please someone delay it. I'm not ready. Don't know if I ever will be. I'm not cut out for living wtf. I'm not a do-er, in fact I'm anything but a do-er. I'm an avoider, a procrastinator, a coward, a wimp. A total wimp *vehement*. I dunno myself very well, but those I'm pretty sure bout myself by now wtf.
I used to draw. It was the only thing that I thought I was good at. But having such an impractical talent or something was well... impractical. And now having time on my hands, I haven't felt the urge to pick up a pencil and draw. No images in my head, like before. Nothing. The only thing that I felt that I was meant to do, I don't even do anymore. So where does that leave me? I wonder.
A shell. A blank. A vessel. A hollow.
I am nothing.
And, I'm pretty good at doing nothing. Just sitting and spacing out. Stoning. Yeah.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Calamitous; Disastrous; Catastrophic
Have nothing much to say for Spec...
... cos it was a DISASTER. How many synonyms of disaster are there? Lemme go check.
Ah, here they are:
act of God*, adversity, affliction, bad luck, bad news*, bale, bane, blight, blow, bust, calamity, casualty, cataclysm, catastrophe, collapse, collision, crash, debacle, defeat, depression, emergency, exigency, failure, fall, fell stroke, fiasco, flood, flop, grief, hard luck, harm, hazard, holocaust, hot water, ill luck, misadventure, mischance, misfortune, mishap, reverse, rock, rough, ruin, ruination, setback, slip, stroke, the worst, tragedy, undoing, upset, washout*, woe
LOL @ act of God. More like act of the people who set the questions.
What's with this year and ASS-LONG questions? Huh can someone tell me wtf? By the way there is some scientific explanation on why the sky is blue, so can anyone answer my question instead wtf?
With 45 pages (if my memory serves me right) a short novel could have been written on the whole freaking booklet already. Serious.
Nope I didn't finish the last question. Heck I only did maybe 2 and a half sub questions wtf. Over 10 marks flew out the window just like that. Yeah just like that.
By the time I reached Question 10 I was already like "wtf how come got so much more to go~~?" Section B also haven't started wtf. *shakes head* And complex number never fails to defeat me, as it's just too complex wtf (lame attempt for a pun).
History repeated itself hurhur. Econs had to use fugly writing, Spec also reverted to fugly writing in the end wtf.
But am feeling so numb.
So anyway, just like my post-exam bitching, another thing is also a sure occurrence after every exam paper.
My mum's interrogative SMSes LOLOLOL. Like seriously wei she can fit so many questions into an SMS, I dunno which question to answer first. And then also will have few scrolls worth of advice that she dishes out every exam. Very the professional one I tell you.
... cos it was a DISASTER. How many synonyms of disaster are there? Lemme go check.
Ah, here they are:
act of God*, adversity, affliction, bad luck, bad news*, bale, bane, blight, blow, bust, calamity, casualty, cataclysm, catastrophe, collapse, collision, crash, debacle, defeat, depression, emergency, exigency, failure, fall, fell stroke, fiasco, flood, flop, grief, hard luck, harm, hazard, holocaust, hot water, ill luck, misadventure, mischance, misfortune, mishap, reverse, rock, rough, ruin, ruination, setback, slip, stroke, the worst, tragedy, undoing, upset, washout*, woe
LOL @ act of God. More like act of the people who set the questions.
What's with this year and ASS-LONG questions? Huh can someone tell me wtf? By the way there is some scientific explanation on why the sky is blue, so can anyone answer my question instead wtf?
With 45 pages (if my memory serves me right) a short novel could have been written on the whole freaking booklet already. Serious.
Nope I didn't finish the last question. Heck I only did maybe 2 and a half sub questions wtf. Over 10 marks flew out the window just like that. Yeah just like that.
By the time I reached Question 10 I was already like "wtf how come got so much more to go~~?" Section B also haven't started wtf. *shakes head* And complex number never fails to defeat me, as it's just too complex wtf (lame attempt for a pun).
History repeated itself hurhur. Econs had to use fugly writing, Spec also reverted to fugly writing in the end wtf.
But am feeling so numb.
So anyway, just like my post-exam bitching, another thing is also a sure occurrence after every exam paper.
My mum's interrogative SMSes LOLOLOL. Like seriously wei she can fit so many questions into an SMS, I dunno which question to answer first. And then also will have few scrolls worth of advice that she dishes out every exam. Very the professional one I tell you.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sense It
So yesterday (more like after midnight wtf) when I was supposed to be burying my hands, feet, every inch of my body in Spec, I went and did my header instead. Le sigh. When will I ever learn?
Mind you it wasn't easy ok. All those pictures? All from One Republic's Apologize music video. God knows how long I spent print screening alone. That day I just watched and thought, 'hey this music video is quite the nice... aesthetically nice... maybe I should turn it into my header or something...' somewhere along the lines lah. Wtf how the hell did I know that I was gonna do it in the middle of my exam wtf. Sigh.
So anyway, that is not the main point of this post. While I was feverishly working on Paint wtf, a friend let me watch this. Watch it people.
LOL. And heck she was so damn confident. "Don't you mean 'Without You'?" Her blatant reply, "No." Surprising stuff, I might say. That one, Bulgaria also have their Bulgarian Idol wtf. That two, she went for the audition singing "tulibu dibu douchoo..." perhaps she did it on purpose in hopes of becoming the next female William Hung or something.
But anyway, that is still not the main point of this post. Patient a bit lah.. I'm getting there lah wtf. Today, while in the toilet wtf, I had the sudden urge to listen to Mariah Carey's own rendition of Without You.
Over here my eardrums vibrated.
Le sigh. Isn't it quite the bomb? At that time, she was all covered up. All she had was a voice, and her passion. (Not to mention she kinda looked like Alyssa Milano eh)
But why, oh why does she now resort to cleavage baring and sleazy music videos? Why?? Having a good voice ain't enough to pay the bills anymore? Must ones cleavage and thighs be bared to gain attention these days? Why Mariah? Why? What if I donch wanna touch your body? What then huh? Why can't you go back to the days when you looked like Alyssa Milano and just, SANG?
I concur that she's not all to blame, knowing the fact that if there's no demand, there won't be any supply. People, why must we force singers to bare it all and leave little to imagination when all we need is just to close our eyes, and listen. And let one of our five senses take us to a journey where good music takes us.
Mind you it wasn't easy ok. All those pictures? All from One Republic's Apologize music video. God knows how long I spent print screening alone. That day I just watched and thought, 'hey this music video is quite the nice... aesthetically nice... maybe I should turn it into my header or something...' somewhere along the lines lah. Wtf how the hell did I know that I was gonna do it in the middle of my exam wtf. Sigh.
So anyway, that is not the main point of this post. While I was feverishly working on Paint wtf, a friend let me watch this. Watch it people.
LOL. And heck she was so damn confident. "Don't you mean 'Without You'?" Her blatant reply, "No." Surprising stuff, I might say. That one, Bulgaria also have their Bulgarian Idol wtf. That two, she went for the audition singing "tulibu dibu douchoo..." perhaps she did it on purpose in hopes of becoming the next female William Hung or something.
But anyway, that is still not the main point of this post. Patient a bit lah.. I'm getting there lah wtf. Today, while in the toilet wtf, I had the sudden urge to listen to Mariah Carey's own rendition of Without You.
Over here my eardrums vibrated.
Le sigh. Isn't it quite the bomb? At that time, she was all covered up. All she had was a voice, and her passion. (Not to mention she kinda looked like Alyssa Milano eh)
But why, oh why does she now resort to cleavage baring and sleazy music videos? Why?? Having a good voice ain't enough to pay the bills anymore? Must ones cleavage and thighs be bared to gain attention these days? Why Mariah? Why? What if I donch wanna touch your body? What then huh? Why can't you go back to the days when you looked like Alyssa Milano and just, SANG?
I concur that she's not all to blame, knowing the fact that if there's no demand, there won't be any supply. People, why must we force singers to bare it all and leave little to imagination when all we need is just to close our eyes, and listen. And let one of our five senses take us to a journey where good music takes us.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Major Sien-ness
WAH SIEN ARHHHH.. SIEN LIKE HAI LIKE THAT...
Every few minutes or so I'll start opening new tabs and go to blogs...
that I just went to a few minutes ago... Grr what patheticness!!!!! What a sad existence I have wtf...
I know that's one of the consequences of opening my laptop, but but.. I need to go online to check for them damn Spec Maths answers... wtf give excuse wtf. Really one lah trust me lah wei.
ARGH SIEN ARGHHHH~~~~
I can barely complete one set of past year trials yet I'm still not panicking wtf.
Tsk tsk tsk... someone slap me please.
I pergi mandi sekarang jugak.
Every few minutes or so I'll start opening new tabs and go to blogs...
that I just went to a few minutes ago... Grr what patheticness!!!!! What a sad existence I have wtf...
I know that's one of the consequences of opening my laptop, but but.. I need to go online to check for them damn Spec Maths answers... wtf give excuse wtf. Really one lah trust me lah wei.
ARGH SIEN ARGHHHH~~~~
I can barely complete one set of past year trials yet I'm still not panicking wtf.
Tsk tsk tsk... someone slap me please.
I pergi mandi sekarang jugak.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Are you kidding me
Econs was a joke, I tell you. A total joke.
Part A. 3 questions. Part B. Choose 2 essays to write.
Easy peasy japaneasy right?
WRONG.
How bout 3 ASS-long questions, especially question number 2. And 2 ASS-long essays to write.
Granted the essay questions weren't as tough as past years', but still a LOT had to be written.
Till this day I still have no idea how could anyone manage to complete an ASS-long A20 Econs essay in 35 minutes. And I'll guess I'll never find out. Sad case really.
I know I'm gonna get like a C for the second essay I wrote. I hope I'll get a B for the first just for the fucking time and effort I put in, biatch. More than 40 minutes I think wtf. That's right, I spent 40 over mins on an essay that's probably gonna get a B wtf. Fail. The marker should be able to tell my desperado-ness in finishing those god damn essays as my writing just got hell alotta fuglier. And fuglier. Geez I hope they can read it. So gimme some sympathy marks please wtf. Heck, time was running so damn short that the whole situation was hilarious. I tried real hard to hold the laughter in wtf.
What a freakin joke. Hur hur. Perhaps I should have been training my hand instead of my memory for the paper... but I'll guess it's too late for that wtf.
By the way, why must the profile picture for someone who didn't upload any be the silhouette of a guy's head? Why cannot be girl meh? What kind of sexism is this wtf... Being jakun again wtf.
And wtf, I'm blogging more frequent than ever during exam period. The irony is not lost on me...
Part A. 3 questions. Part B. Choose 2 essays to write.
Easy peasy japaneasy right?
WRONG.
How bout 3 ASS-long questions, especially question number 2. And 2 ASS-long essays to write.
Granted the essay questions weren't as tough as past years', but still a LOT had to be written.
Till this day I still have no idea how could anyone manage to complete an ASS-long A20 Econs essay in 35 minutes. And I'll guess I'll never find out. Sad case really.
I know I'm gonna get like a C for the second essay I wrote. I hope I'll get a B for the first just for the fucking time and effort I put in, biatch. More than 40 minutes I think wtf. That's right, I spent 40 over mins on an essay that's probably gonna get a B wtf. Fail. The marker should be able to tell my desperado-ness in finishing those god damn essays as my writing just got hell alotta fuglier. And fuglier. Geez I hope they can read it. So gimme some sympathy marks please wtf. Heck, time was running so damn short that the whole situation was hilarious. I tried real hard to hold the laughter in wtf.
What a freakin joke. Hur hur. Perhaps I should have been training my hand instead of my memory for the paper... but I'll guess it's too late for that wtf.
By the way, why must the profile picture for someone who didn't upload any be the silhouette of a guy's head? Why cannot be girl meh? What kind of sexism is this wtf... Being jakun again wtf.
And wtf, I'm blogging more frequent than ever during exam period. The irony is not lost on me...
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Urgh
Was in a major piss poor mood. Took me an hour plus to wake up just because I didn't even feel like waking up. Some major PMS shit. Even cried a little as all the pissed-offness were festering, waiting to burst out. MAHAI.
BUT, after replying anon's comment I've sorta calmed down a little. Wanted to go on a hulk rage over here but ended typing like this instead. Er, not using Caps Lock I mean. I wanted to go all "FUCK PMS! FUCK HORMONES! FUCK EXAMS! GAHHHHH!!!" but now maybe I'll just go "Urgh, fuck this shit." Ya get what I mean? WTF. K please do not insult your mind by actually trying to read that whole load of bullcrap.
So, I'm one of those type of people who absolutely cannot conceal their bad mood. Like totally cannot. If there's a black cloud hovering over my head, then sure as hell I'll be having attitude problems wtf. My whole face would be saying "Fuck off I couldn't care less bout your shit" stuff like that. And I'm sorry to those people around me who have to deal with that kind of attitude but sometimes, I just can't help myself. I know that at that time I'm being a bitch and all but I. Just. Can't. Seem. To. Control. This. Urge. To. Kill. Someone. Wtf. Er so that's just something about me wtf. Nothing else to continue already hur hur. Time to face the whole stack of papers again. KNNCCB.
BUT, after replying anon's comment I've sorta calmed down a little. Wanted to go on a hulk rage over here but ended typing like this instead. Er, not using Caps Lock I mean. I wanted to go all "FUCK PMS! FUCK HORMONES! FUCK EXAMS! GAHHHHH!!!" but now maybe I'll just go "Urgh, fuck this shit." Ya get what I mean? WTF. K please do not insult your mind by actually trying to read that whole load of bullcrap.
So, I'm one of those type of people who absolutely cannot conceal their bad mood. Like totally cannot. If there's a black cloud hovering over my head, then sure as hell I'll be having attitude problems wtf. My whole face would be saying "Fuck off I couldn't care less bout your shit" stuff like that. And I'm sorry to those people around me who have to deal with that kind of attitude but sometimes, I just can't help myself. I know that at that time I'm being a bitch and all but I. Just. Can't. Seem. To. Control. This. Urge. To. Kill. Someone. Wtf. Er so that's just something about me wtf. Nothing else to continue already hur hur. Time to face the whole stack of papers again. KNNCCB.
Friday, November 07, 2008
Do I Sound Crazy? Do I HUH HUH HUH?!?!
Walao wei... why must 5 papers be spread over three freakin weeks ler? Why ler? Granted yeah we have more time to study hur hur but it's pointless what, if the extra time of studying doesn't amount to better results pun! Or the extra time is used to read blogs and blog wtf.
So the most dreaded paper is next, ie Econ. Whoever that thinks Econ is easy should study under my lecturer. Hah! I shall not elaborate wtf. Cos the experience of being her student is pretty indescribable wtf. Maybe the word 'scary' can sorta sum it up wtf. Btw I need some guidance for Econ essay wtf cos I totally suck at it sigh.
Some people will finish next week.. JEALOUS WEI. WTF la why do Accounting students have to suffer for one more week what did we do wrong wtf the fella who came up with the timetable was dumped by his / her other half that's an Accountant isit. Wtf I know that was pointless lah ok.
blablablablablablablablablablablablabla...
Mindfucked. Like, totally.
So the most dreaded paper is next, ie Econ. Whoever that thinks Econ is easy should study under my lecturer. Hah! I shall not elaborate wtf. Cos the experience of being her student is pretty indescribable wtf. Maybe the word 'scary' can sorta sum it up wtf. Btw I need some guidance for Econ essay wtf cos I totally suck at it sigh.
Some people will finish next week.. JEALOUS WEI. WTF la why do Accounting students have to suffer for one more week what did we do wrong wtf the fella who came up with the timetable was dumped by his / her other half that's an Accountant isit. Wtf I know that was pointless lah ok.
blablablablablablablablablablablablabla...
Mindfucked. Like, totally.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Another paper down, hence another day that is going to waste wtf. So here I am, wasting precious time while others are probably busting their asses, and reading this --> Blog Anak Mat Nor.
The 'Aku, Mat Nor dan Uma Thurman' post really cracked me up LOL. Too bad I can't really laugh out loud here lest I want my house mates to think that I've lost it wtf.
Kinda pointless blog pimping kan since I have only uno follower heh wtf.
The 'Aku, Mat Nor dan Uma Thurman' post really cracked me up LOL. Too bad I can't really laugh out loud here lest I want my house mates to think that I've lost it wtf.
Kinda pointless blog pimping kan since I have only uno follower heh wtf.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
What's it with being bored out your skull when you're supposed to be cramming notes, books down your throat?
My eyes are burning from the lack of blinking wtf. I wish people would update their blogs more often wtf. And good, funny bloggers would never stop blogging wtf.
Some people rant with style. Not I eh.
My eyes are burning from the lack of blinking wtf. I wish people would update their blogs more often wtf. And good, funny bloggers would never stop blogging wtf.
Some people rant with style. Not I eh.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Bangang, Jakun
It starts tomorrow people!
Strangely not really feeling anything wtf... just want it to end I guess. Sure I'm not the only one who feels this way kan kan. Wait, I do feel something. Some kind of elation almost like I'm on a high or something wtf. This is sorta like 'wui guong fan jiu' (Cantonese) You know like moments before a person's last breath he / she'll suddenly be semangat like dunno how, like nuh-uh he / she ain't on the brink of death then.. eh?? Sudah meninggal dunia wtf. You know you know? Movies always got one.
Which signifies what? HAHA I'm in serious deep shit? I TAK TAHU LOLOLOL cos I'm too busy bullshitting here wtf.
Ok enough. Kthxbai.
Strangely not really feeling anything wtf... just want it to end I guess. Sure I'm not the only one who feels this way kan kan. Wait, I do feel something. Some kind of elation almost like I'm on a high or something wtf. This is sorta like 'wui guong fan jiu' (Cantonese) You know like moments before a person's last breath he / she'll suddenly be semangat like dunno how, like nuh-uh he / she ain't on the brink of death then.. eh?? Sudah meninggal dunia wtf. You know you know? Movies always got one.
Which signifies what? HAHA I'm in serious deep shit? I TAK TAHU LOLOLOL cos I'm too busy bullshitting here wtf.
Ok enough. Kthxbai.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
An Update la duh
Strangely enough, stress levels have not been through the roof even though there's only a few days left. It's weird. Could it be that I've achieved some sort of nirvanic (no such word wtf) state wtf. Must be partly due to the fact that I know that I'll never live up to my forecast results wtf. Let's take a look shall we.
Acc - B16 ... Erm this may be feasible if mistakes are few and report is decent (which is pretty unlikely)
Econ - A17 ... Hahahaha I'm sure glad that mah Econ lecturer won't be marking my paper cos judging by past year papers I'll be lucky if I even manage to attain a B16 wtf.
ESL - A18 ... Based on past experiences, my ability to synthesize is still that of a 'weaker student' and it's at the state of 'tak boleh diselamatkan' already so I'm not even gonna attempt to salvage it wtf. So it'll depend on pure luck and astute hearing for listening wtf.
Maths - A20 .. HAHAHA. HA. HA. Bound to have mistakes. Very very low possibility.
Spec - A19 .. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? I would barely make it to a A17 sumore you expect me to get 20 wtf? WHO PAID YOU TO MOCK PEOPLE LIKE THIS WTF.
Can these people be more realistic wtf. Tsk tsk tsk...
Having said that, I think we're having it way better than those studying Sciences. The only subjects that really require reading are Econ and Acc. Lucky kan? Kan? Kan?
So anyway, level of absorbency have been low, it takes like dunno how many hours to read ten over pages. Wtf kan. Can stay at the same line for dunno how long wtf. Nevertheless plod on people, plod on.
On a pretty unrelated note (as usual), my roommate and I seem to have reached a whole new level of strangeness (for the lack of a better term) any pair of roommates could ever reach. What I mean is, yeah we stay in the same unit, sleep in the same room but it's almost as if we're strangers, y'know? We rarely talk. She'll be doing her thang, and me mine. Leading our own separate lives. Is this a whole new level or what... maybe it's me and my psycho analyzing again but I wonder if she feels the same way. Or maybe it's just me who's naturally awkward :P (A friend used that phrase to describe her friend once and I think it suits me too wtf).
Oh yeah and this question has been bugging me for a pretty long time, "Should I or should I not get a tattoo???" WTF HAISH. Malaria do you remember when I asked you bout tats wtf... well yeah I'm STIL thinking bout it wtf.
Acc - B16 ... Erm this may be feasible if mistakes are few and report is decent (which is pretty unlikely)
Econ - A17 ... Hahahaha I'm sure glad that mah Econ lecturer won't be marking my paper cos judging by past year papers I'll be lucky if I even manage to attain a B16 wtf.
ESL - A18 ... Based on past experiences, my ability to synthesize is still that of a 'weaker student' and it's at the state of 'tak boleh diselamatkan' already so I'm not even gonna attempt to salvage it wtf. So it'll depend on pure luck and astute hearing for listening wtf.
Maths - A20 .. HAHAHA. HA. HA. Bound to have mistakes. Very very low possibility.
Spec - A19 .. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? I would barely make it to a A17 sumore you expect me to get 20 wtf? WHO PAID YOU TO MOCK PEOPLE LIKE THIS WTF.
Can these people be more realistic wtf. Tsk tsk tsk...
Having said that, I think we're having it way better than those studying Sciences. The only subjects that really require reading are Econ and Acc. Lucky kan? Kan? Kan?
So anyway, level of absorbency have been low, it takes like dunno how many hours to read ten over pages. Wtf kan. Can stay at the same line for dunno how long wtf. Nevertheless plod on people, plod on.
On a pretty unrelated note (as usual), my roommate and I seem to have reached a whole new level of strangeness (for the lack of a better term) any pair of roommates could ever reach. What I mean is, yeah we stay in the same unit, sleep in the same room but it's almost as if we're strangers, y'know? We rarely talk. She'll be doing her thang, and me mine. Leading our own separate lives. Is this a whole new level or what... maybe it's me and my psycho analyzing again but I wonder if she feels the same way. Or maybe it's just me who's naturally awkward :P (A friend used that phrase to describe her friend once and I think it suits me too wtf).
Oh yeah and this question has been bugging me for a pretty long time, "Should I or should I not get a tattoo???" WTF HAISH. Malaria do you remember when I asked you bout tats wtf... well yeah I'm STIL thinking bout it wtf.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
4 AM Insanity Streak
I sure as hell hope that time can be fast forwarded now. Or my brain can hibernate til exam time. Even a mere 2 weeks seem SO FUCKING LONG. Mahai. WHEN'S IT GONNA END. END END END. WHY'S IT TAKING SO LONG.
Pre exam period is the worst, ESPECIALLY when you're staying with a bunch of fucking rajin people. You ask yourself, Am I doing enough? The answer is FUCK NO. It's NEVER fucking enough when you're co-existing with a bunch of fucking rajin peeps. Heck, what you're doing seems practically useless and insignificant compared to what others may be doing at the same time. What you did, others have already done and they've done more. You ask yourself, Why can other people do and accomplish more during the same time span? How the fuck does one manage to be at it day in day out for fucking 24 hours? Gawd are they not human.
One thing I've learned alright, staying with fucking rajin people sucks. Major. Shit I feel like going on a murderous rampage. Or digging my heart out from its crevices and closely examine why the fuck does it feel like it's clawing its way out of my chest. Fuck. Either stay in or out. Why are you acting up. I need to punch someone or something and SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM.
Pre exam period is the worst, ESPECIALLY when you're staying with a bunch of fucking rajin people. You ask yourself, Am I doing enough? The answer is FUCK NO. It's NEVER fucking enough when you're co-existing with a bunch of fucking rajin peeps. Heck, what you're doing seems practically useless and insignificant compared to what others may be doing at the same time. What you did, others have already done and they've done more. You ask yourself, Why can other people do and accomplish more during the same time span? How the fuck does one manage to be at it day in day out for fucking 24 hours? Gawd are they not human.
One thing I've learned alright, staying with fucking rajin people sucks. Major. Shit I feel like going on a murderous rampage. Or digging my heart out from its crevices and closely examine why the fuck does it feel like it's clawing its way out of my chest. Fuck. Either stay in or out. Why are you acting up. I need to punch someone or something and SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Where's Strength When I Need It
This post is a constructed as a reminder for myself. (eh ceh why sound so formal wtf)
I shall NOT lose my sanity. I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity
and
I shall be grateful for all the things that I have.
Am pretty much mentally and emotionally drained, and impaired wtf.
Honestly a part of me just wanna fuck it and leave it to fate and luck, but of course I'm not supposed to do that.
Just.
Gotta.
Chug on.
For a few more weeks. I SHALL NOT LOSE MY SANITY BY THEN.
****
Oh ya, I know it's pathetic but I still wanna display it wtf... that I have ONE follower! Hehe another person except myself reads this shit? So what it's only ONE? WTF rambling here wtf.
I shall NOT lose my sanity. I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity
and
I shall be grateful for all the things that I have.
Am pretty much mentally and emotionally drained, and impaired wtf.
Honestly a part of me just wanna fuck it and leave it to fate and luck, but of course I'm not supposed to do that.
Just.
Gotta.
Chug on.
For a few more weeks. I SHALL NOT LOSE MY SANITY BY THEN.
****
Oh ya, I know it's pathetic but I still wanna display it wtf... that I have ONE follower! Hehe another person except myself reads this shit? So what it's only ONE? WTF rambling here wtf.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Back From the Dead wtf
Damn. It's been over a month since I last blogged. How sad is that?
Well, only two words are required to describe mah one week holiday. And they are : EXTREME LAZINESS.
Heck, even the thought of getting my laptop out of the bag and switching it on TIRES me. How much lower can one sink? And that explains my absence from the vast world of the in-ter-net. (Say it like how Lucy Liu did in Charlie's Angels WTF nevermind)
So, it has mostly been a lot of staying up till morning, sleeping til afternoon wtf. I'm the epitome of fucked up biological clocks alright.
From here on it's gonna be a documentation of unorganized thoughts. (Ha. Ha. Since when was it organized wtf)
I miss Jay's blog. : (.... the beloved isorule.blogspot that I once frequented a long time ago. Now it's a private blog HAIH. He went on an indefinite hiatus and one day I discovered it became private. Does that mean he's blogging again?? SIGH I'll never know. Heck it was funny, interesting and so GAY. Lol. The little snippets into the life of a gay Malaysian Chinese guy now living in London with his boyfriend, M (if I remember correctly) (I hope they're still together haha). And his family had no idea of his sexual orientation, so he was always afraid that they would find out. HAIH I so miss it. I think I read through his entire archives... all the pornography stuff, the art stuff, the narcissistic stuff. DAMNIT I MISS IT T_T.
I sure as hell hope that one day, oh one day... I'll finally read that Mr Malaria has decided to kick Accounting's ass and go screw something that he likes instead. Donch brainwash yourself please. Oh c'mon do it for mankind lah please. (Pretty please? *pouts*)
It's Sunday already. Meaning, back to that place. Back to that college. SIGH and having to go through all the stressful, meaningless crap again. Gawd help me. You know what that day I even dreamt that I got back mah Econ trial paper and fuck it wasn't pretty. Stupid dream. Why all my dreams also stupid one wtf.
I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back.
I hate having to go back. Gee can you tell? WTF.
So... back to living like a zombie again. Don't think that there'll be any updates anytime soon. There's nothing worth updating anyway.
Well, only two words are required to describe mah one week holiday. And they are : EXTREME LAZINESS.
Heck, even the thought of getting my laptop out of the bag and switching it on TIRES me. How much lower can one sink? And that explains my absence from the vast world of the in-ter-net. (Say it like how Lucy Liu did in Charlie's Angels WTF nevermind)
So, it has mostly been a lot of staying up till morning, sleeping til afternoon wtf. I'm the epitome of fucked up biological clocks alright.
From here on it's gonna be a documentation of unorganized thoughts. (Ha. Ha. Since when was it organized wtf)
I miss Jay's blog. : (.... the beloved isorule.blogspot that I once frequented a long time ago. Now it's a private blog HAIH. He went on an indefinite hiatus and one day I discovered it became private. Does that mean he's blogging again?? SIGH I'll never know. Heck it was funny, interesting and so GAY. Lol. The little snippets into the life of a gay Malaysian Chinese guy now living in London with his boyfriend, M (if I remember correctly) (I hope they're still together haha). And his family had no idea of his sexual orientation, so he was always afraid that they would find out. HAIH I so miss it. I think I read through his entire archives... all the pornography stuff, the art stuff, the narcissistic stuff. DAMNIT I MISS IT T_T.
I sure as hell hope that one day, oh one day... I'll finally read that Mr Malaria has decided to kick Accounting's ass and go screw something that he likes instead. Donch brainwash yourself please. Oh c'mon do it for mankind lah please. (Pretty please? *pouts*)
It's Sunday already. Meaning, back to that place. Back to that college. SIGH and having to go through all the stressful, meaningless crap again. Gawd help me. You know what that day I even dreamt that I got back mah Econ trial paper and fuck it wasn't pretty. Stupid dream. Why all my dreams also stupid one wtf.
I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back.
I hate having to go back. Gee can you tell? WTF.
So... back to living like a zombie again. Don't think that there'll be any updates anytime soon. There's nothing worth updating anyway.
Beach Session
She sat listening, to the rhythm of waves splashing against the shore. Her eyes were transfixed to the horizon, the darkness that saw no end.
A tap on her shoulder. "Hey... thanks for comin." She needn't look, who else could it be?
"What, how could you know that I wasn't some psychopath with an axe?" He exclaimed.
"Well then I'd be dead by now, wouldn't I? So it wouldn't matter anyway." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Sheesh. You're the one who called me here." Feigning indignation, he sat down beside her.
She smiled. "Heh. Yeah... I guess... I needed someone to talk to." The words came out slowly, while her eyes wandered back to the ocean again.
For a few minutes, there they sat. Inhaling, exhaling.
"Er... miss? Your idea of talking is you looking at the ocean while I'm here trying hard to decipher your telepathic messages?"
"Oh all right, I just wanted some company that's all." She snapped.
He chuckled. "I know... I know..." saying it with a tone meant to pacify a dog. Of course he knew, God knows how many times he has been 'dragged' to one of these late night sessions with her. So of course he knew perfectly well.
Her finger started to trail a line along the white sand. She exhaled loudly. "Y' know, sometimes there's just so much stuff going through my mind, sometimes there's nothing. You ever get that?" Her eyes looked into his questioningly.
"Mostly, it's the latter." He said it matter-of-factly, and smiled.
Ignoring that, she continued. "So many questions that I know have no answers, cos they're stupid questions. With no answers! Like what does it meeean when people say some crap like, live life? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Oh dear. She's getting into one of her animated heated debate pose again. He thought to himself and laughed.
"For fuck's sake, what're you laughing at?" Her eyebrows were crossed. Then she came into realization, "I started to look like a cartoon again huh." -_-. Bravely, he denied it, "Nooope. Nuh-uh. Not. At. All."
More eye rolling from her. She wrapped her arms around her knees to prevent more over enthusiastic movements.
"Every single day, without fail, it's dragging oneself out of bed, going for classes, back home, sleep and repeating the cycle... Man, even zombies have better lives, at least they eat people or something... Even I know I need to get a life, but fuck! I don't even know what "life" is..." She paused for breath. " And later. Later! It'll be dragging oneself off bed, going to work, go home, sleep and repeat. FUCK. That's just fucked up, man, y'know what I mean."
He listened and nodded thoughtfully. "I hear ya, woman." He held his right hand out and showed off his L I F E tattoo on his knuckle. "You wanna know what "life" means? You wanna know it means huh? Well I'll tell ya what it means!"
He crunched his hand into a fist and started, "Life. Is in your hands." He looked at his fist. "Uh.." He closed his left hand on his fist. "See? Your life is in your hands. It's whatever you make of it. What it means is totally up to you, how you mold (uttering the word passionately and deliberately) it. Fuck, it doesn't have a specific meaning, a specific definition! Go to dictionary.com, type in "life" and what do you find? A whole bunch of crap, that's what!"
He looked like a deranged maniac delivering that speech and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Jesus. That was.... kinda... corny! Heck the corniest shit that ever came out of your mouth!" They both burst into fits of laughter and collapsed onto the soft, fluffy sand.
"Oh God..." Laying down on the sand and catching her breath, she said, "Then fuck knows what my life means. Worries, responsibilities, being a bore I guess. Sheesh. What bout yours?"
"Mine? I try not to dwell on it. Maybe it's not worth knowing, heh."
"I guess we'll never know the answers... see? Questions with no answers! Shit, we're back to square one..."
They stared at the stars and settled into a long silence.
"Hey, mind if I bombard you with another unanswerable question?"
"Briiing it on, lady! Maybe I have another tattoo to help mah point."
"Fuck! Your knuckle tat didn't prove shit!" She laughed.
"So anyway. Another thing I don't get is when people say they're "searching" for themselves." I sure as hell wanna know how to do that cos I have no idea who or what am I either, so how does one do that ol' wise one?"
"Ah... I think my butt tat can explain on that. Wait a sec." He motioned to unbuckle his belt.
"What? Since when you had your ass permanently scarred?"
He giggled. That old monkey giggle that made him look like a 5 year old. She thumped his arm, "I knew it! Sheesh. Now answer me using your mouth, not your ass. Dumbass."
"Truth is... you can call me dumbass all you want and I still can't answer cos I have no fucking idea too." He finished it in a breath and resigned to his unanswerable fate.
They sighed together. "Well at least we can be clueless together." She finally said. "Yeah..." he agreed. "Something tells me, we're not the only clueless fools."
A tap on her shoulder. "Hey... thanks for comin." She needn't look, who else could it be?
"What, how could you know that I wasn't some psychopath with an axe?" He exclaimed.
"Well then I'd be dead by now, wouldn't I? So it wouldn't matter anyway." She rolled her eyes at him.
"Sheesh. You're the one who called me here." Feigning indignation, he sat down beside her.
She smiled. "Heh. Yeah... I guess... I needed someone to talk to." The words came out slowly, while her eyes wandered back to the ocean again.
For a few minutes, there they sat. Inhaling, exhaling.
"Er... miss? Your idea of talking is you looking at the ocean while I'm here trying hard to decipher your telepathic messages?"
"Oh all right, I just wanted some company that's all." She snapped.
He chuckled. "I know... I know..." saying it with a tone meant to pacify a dog. Of course he knew, God knows how many times he has been 'dragged' to one of these late night sessions with her. So of course he knew perfectly well.
Her finger started to trail a line along the white sand. She exhaled loudly. "Y' know, sometimes there's just so much stuff going through my mind, sometimes there's nothing. You ever get that?" Her eyes looked into his questioningly.
"Mostly, it's the latter." He said it matter-of-factly, and smiled.
Ignoring that, she continued. "So many questions that I know have no answers, cos they're stupid questions. With no answers! Like what does it meeean when people say some crap like, live life? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Oh dear. She's getting into one of her animated heated debate pose again. He thought to himself and laughed.
"For fuck's sake, what're you laughing at?" Her eyebrows were crossed. Then she came into realization, "I started to look like a cartoon again huh." -_-. Bravely, he denied it, "Nooope. Nuh-uh. Not. At. All."
More eye rolling from her. She wrapped her arms around her knees to prevent more over enthusiastic movements.
"Every single day, without fail, it's dragging oneself out of bed, going for classes, back home, sleep and repeating the cycle... Man, even zombies have better lives, at least they eat people or something... Even I know I need to get a life, but fuck! I don't even know what "life" is..." She paused for breath. " And later. Later! It'll be dragging oneself off bed, going to work, go home, sleep and repeat. FUCK. That's just fucked up, man, y'know what I mean."
He listened and nodded thoughtfully. "I hear ya, woman." He held his right hand out and showed off his L I F E tattoo on his knuckle. "You wanna know what "life" means? You wanna know it means huh? Well I'll tell ya what it means!"
He crunched his hand into a fist and started, "Life. Is in your hands." He looked at his fist. "Uh.." He closed his left hand on his fist. "See? Your life is in your hands. It's whatever you make of it. What it means is totally up to you, how you mold (uttering the word passionately and deliberately) it. Fuck, it doesn't have a specific meaning, a specific definition! Go to dictionary.com, type in "life" and what do you find? A whole bunch of crap, that's what!"
He looked like a deranged maniac delivering that speech and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Jesus. That was.... kinda... corny! Heck the corniest shit that ever came out of your mouth!" They both burst into fits of laughter and collapsed onto the soft, fluffy sand.
"Oh God..." Laying down on the sand and catching her breath, she said, "Then fuck knows what my life means. Worries, responsibilities, being a bore I guess. Sheesh. What bout yours?"
"Mine? I try not to dwell on it. Maybe it's not worth knowing, heh."
"I guess we'll never know the answers... see? Questions with no answers! Shit, we're back to square one..."
They stared at the stars and settled into a long silence.
"Hey, mind if I bombard you with another unanswerable question?"
"Briiing it on, lady! Maybe I have another tattoo to help mah point."
"Fuck! Your knuckle tat didn't prove shit!" She laughed.
"So anyway. Another thing I don't get is when people say they're "searching" for themselves." I sure as hell wanna know how to do that cos I have no idea who or what am I either, so how does one do that ol' wise one?"
"Ah... I think my butt tat can explain on that. Wait a sec." He motioned to unbuckle his belt.
"What? Since when you had your ass permanently scarred?"
He giggled. That old monkey giggle that made him look like a 5 year old. She thumped his arm, "I knew it! Sheesh. Now answer me using your mouth, not your ass. Dumbass."
"Truth is... you can call me dumbass all you want and I still can't answer cos I have no fucking idea too." He finished it in a breath and resigned to his unanswerable fate.
They sighed together. "Well at least we can be clueless together." She finally said. "Yeah..." he agreed. "Something tells me, we're not the only clueless fools."
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