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i have been doing accounts since like the whole day. maybe since 1. now it is 8.36pm.

i have completed 1 and a half exam papers. there are 4 questions each. i have done 6 questions in 7 hours.

not very effecient. i am not complaining. my study method consists of doing a part of a question and then fucking off and doing something else.

sometimes i skip the first step. it keeps me sane. too much work causes premature death.

i am the man.


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hanging around - the cardigans

<3

there is a very high percentage of songs written about or inspired by love. don't believe me? then you need to stop listening to that 50cent crap and get something proper.

so anyway, there is something about love that makes people crazy. the body releases chemicals that fuck with the brain and make people incoherent and/or creative.

so when you're creative, you make music. as for the incoherent bit, it's almost obvious that people who are in love behave mucho differently from us normal people.

anyway i realised that many good musicians often indulge excessively in drugs, alcohol, sex and all that related 'bad' activities. either that or they're in love/out of love.

it seems that the extreme highs created push their minds to states that cannot be achieved through other means. they think and behave differently.

and this madness induces creativity, making them such brilliant geniuses.

if you haven't drawn the connection,
madness = creativity
love = creativity
therefore, love = madness.

love is bad. just have lots of meaningless, emotionally vacant sex. this causes you to be creative. alternatively, indulge in excessive drugs and alcohol.


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love song - the cure
(a simple example of a song about love)

i'll have a slice of your mother

i'm watching the winter olympics although i'm supposed to be studying for tomorrow's exam. this is great, really.

i got kinda stressed over today's test and i decided that i rather be normal. stress is not good for my health.

anyway this olympics couldn't come at a worse time for me, right smack during the exam period. of course, we all know that i wouldn't study even if there was absolutely nothing nothing nothing else to do at all.

in the meantime, it's providing me with an excellent source of distraction from all these studying stuff.

byebye

i cut my hair yesterday and for the first time in 20,000 years, i can see my eyebrows again.

i'm supposed to be studying.

and

i'm supposed to be studying now because the exams are on friday and saturday and i want to score straight a's for everything because it's cool and i'm cool.

but you know, there are always 20,000 other more interesting things to do when it's studying time. things such as eating curry puffs and getting your friend to send you pr0n videos. things such as writing this thing and listening to funeral for a friend.

anything is better than reading about "entrepreneur role: the decisional role managers play when they adapt themselves, their subordinates, and their units to incremental change."

oh my, i better continue with that shit.


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roses for the dead - funeral for a friend

lalala

it's the exams now and then the holidays and then i'm already in year 2. WTF. i remember a time very VERY recently when i went for poly orientation. i can still remember what i wore and who i spoke to and what i said. it's that recent.

i'm worried that year 2 will pass just as quickly and then year 3, just the same way. and i would be on my way to be a soldier and then go to university if all goes well. if it doesn't then i would be working and looking at the years pass and then i die.

i am afraid of growing old. i think that people only truely live till their 40s or 50s at most. after that they are just waiting to die. i think it would be hard to live on past glories, looking back at what you were.

old people like to talk about the past. they always tell you how things were back then, how handsome they were, how rich they were, how much fun they had. and all these are gone. it's as though they are trapped in a shell, wanting to be what they were, but completely powerless.

i think it's terrible.

i'm gonna die young.


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darkness surrounding - a7x

great

franz ferdinand was great. we're all semi-deaf now from being blasted by all the big speakers, and we were standing directly in front of them. great. great band, lots of energy.

the bad thing is that they didn't play longer and my pictures and videos mostly turned out bad bad bad.

they even invited fans to their hotel for supper after the show. we didn't make it in time after walking from the stadium to bugis.

anyway, my second plan failed. i got soft drinks in my body. damn fast food restaurants. i'm really not good with all these abstaining shits.

brr

"i am cold, yes i'm cold, but not as cold as you are."
walk away - franz ferdinand

franz ferdinand are performing in concert here tomorrow and guess who's going? yes, me.

in other cold news, it's the winter olympics and i'm enjoying myself watching all those seldom-seen sports. found out that curling is actually a 'sport', and that people actually play it. but if chess can be considered a sport, i suppose anything else can too.

oh yes, since project no-alcohol failed, i'm embarking on a new one. i'm gonna drink only plain water for the next week, starting today. this comes after my classmate and my mother told me that drinking too much random non-plain water drinks would cause me to have diabetes and all that crap.

i really don't care much about diabetes since i don't think i'll live long enough for it to show its effects. so let's see if i emerge healthier or whatever when this is over. i just finished my 4th cup of water. tastes plain.


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well that was easy - franz ferdinand

why

my brother borrowed a book from the library. it is about life in nazi concentration camps. i read through it and learnt of the life these sad sad people had to endure.

basically, it sucked badly. no food, no water, no shelter, no everything. and then there were the gas chambers. so it really sucked.

anyway, what i'm trying to say here is WHY THE HELL DIDN'T THEY FIGHT THEIR WAY OUT? i think there were like 20,000 prisoners to every guard. ok, maybe not that much, but still a substantially large number.

"the guards had guns." so? the guns back then sucked badly. from all the nice war films i've watched, their guns can never match the wonderful mp5s and m16s we have today.

they could have swarmped the guards and trampled them to death without much difficulty.

"they could have tried and failed," you say. so? they could always try again, although they would probably be killed first. and even if they were killed, other prisoners could still continue the process.

i dunno about you, but i'd rather fight and die than just die. i think if i ever got sentenced to a large amount of time in prison, i would definitely try my very best to escape. and try again until i succeed. what difference does it make, really?

same for every other life-threatening situation. if i were on the plane during the 9-11 attacks, i think it would be best to kill the terrorists rather than let them kill me. or at least try my utmost best to kill them.

maybe i would be named a martyr.


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wait for you wait until my heart pain (hail my chinese translation skillz) - jacky cheung

readit

READIT.


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private eye - alkaline trio

i wish i could have pms too

i really dislike (hate) girls who use pms as their monthly reason to fuck around with others and not get any retribution. for those of you who don't know what's pms, don't bother.

so anyway, it's as though they are exempt from all blame just because they are undergoing the stresses of pms. ok, i understand that it's not easy that your little v bleeds once a month and hormones fuck around with your body and all that, but it's really not a good excuse.

they gotta recieve royal treatment because they got pms. they are always right because they got pms. trying to say that they're wrong pisses them off because they got pms. they can get irritated because they got pms.

blah blah, people without pms can actually get irritated too. next time i get pissed, i'm gonna say that i wank too much and my hormones are messing up my brain as well.

of course i'm not saying that all girls are like that. but you know, bad things are easier to remember.

i'm not a sexist because i love sex, so don't bother telling me that i'm one.


now playing
the crimson - atreyu

=)

there is alcohol in my body. plan unsuccessful.


now playing
chicago - sufjan stevens

bombing is good for health

muslims have been embarking on an i-hate-denmark spree recently, over 'blasphemous' cartoons about the prophet mohammed.

and i wonder if it's really that necessary. destroying danish embassies and all that fun stuff really isin't going to do anything good.

it's like the you-scold-me-i-whack-you mentality ah bengs have. i think the greatest, most violent response they should have done was to write a polite letter to the newspaper asking for an apology.

being nice is good. fucking around and burning property is bad.

anyway the truth is that people generally don't have a real good impression of those radical muslims. and burning some buildings ain't gonna help much.

even if they don't go about printing evil cartoons, they would still be silently cursing in their hearts.

write a letter instead. it'll be better for everyone.


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the days of the phoenix - afi

no drinking

i have embarked on a month-long break from any forms of alcohol. from february 1 to march 1.

1) to stop killing my brain cells so that studying would work, since the exams are coming.

2) to prove to all the fuckers out there that i'm not a fucking alcoholic.

3) to allow my liver some time to recover, so that i would not die a premature death.


there are many temptations.

1) by monday, i'm gonna have a nice bottle of jack daniel's begging to be finished.

2) i have kinda been given access to my father's cheap wine 'collection'.

3) various people have offered me a drink, including my mother and friends.

gaysha

and so i watched memoirs of a giesha yesterday, rather involuntarily. and unfortunately, i found it to be quite absurd and boring.

9-year-old sayuri is sold by her father because he is poor and her mother is sick. she ends up at a geisha house with another girl called 'pumpkin'. she becomes the slave to a geisha.

she is sitting on a bridge one day, and some old pedophile called 'the chairman' comes by and buys her some ice kachang. he tells her that his children like ice kachang too. he also gives her some small change wrapped in his handkerchief to 'buy supper' or something.

the little girl is then eternally indebted to her 'saviour' and decides to dedicate her life into becoming a geisha so that she can meet up with the old man again. she also keeps his handkerchief and smells it everyday. basically, the 9-year-old fell in love with the 40-year-old.

9-year-old soon grows up and becomes the 15-year-old oh-so-pretty zhang ziyi (who is 26). she trains under some old geisha and becomes the best in the business. she solidifies her status as the best in a dance that made her look surprisingly demented and ghastly (it's suppposed to be graceful and all that).

after some weirdly stupid moments, she auctions off her virginity to 'doctor crab' for 15,000 yen (s$206, i would have bid if only i had the chance).

more stupid moments later, she is 20 and finally reunited with her saviour. he tells her that he have waited for her all these years, and was the one who arranged for the old geisha to train her. so he IS a pedophile.

maybe now you can understand how absurd it is.

1) a 9-year-old fell in love with a 40-year-old, and the 40-year-old fell in love with the 9-year-old too. the old man happens to be married with children too.

2) with all her beauty, sayuri looked like a mad woman in her 'graceful' dance.

3) while everyone else has nice japanese names, 3 sad fucks have to be contented with crap like 'pumpkin' and 'doctor crab' and 'the chairman'.


*spoiler warning: plot and/or ending details above.*


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sophomore slump or comeback of the year - fall out boy

terrible

yesterday i watched some tv program on channel 8. it was about old people who live alone and how they spend their chinese new year.

basically i decided that being old and alone sucks very badly. and that is something i fear will befall me in the future. which is really terrible.

since i am planning to have 1 child at the most, he/she could easily decide not to bother with me when i get old. and my wife could die before me.

and all that only if i actually get married.

so you see, my future is bad. terrible.