a summary of the year, with the first paragraphs of the first posts of each month.
jan and so it's 2006. sounds weird. i'm hoping that by some magical miracle, this year will be better than the last. which seems quite difficult considering 2005 was quite a great year, to me at least.
feb and so i watched memoirs of a giesha yesterday, rather involuntarily. and unfortunately, i found it to be quite absurd and boring.
mar today i woke up to a fluttering at my window. it sometimes happen when a trapped housefly tries to fly out of the window, except there is a fucking piece of glass there, which it is too dumb to realise and so constantly hits its wings against the glass.
apr i'm back. i went on holiday. genting and china. i bought a grand total of zero things for myself, so don't expect anything from me.
may a few few days ago, i was bored so i went to drink a coke. but i tought that simply drinking it would be not much fun, so i took a pin and poked it in the can.
jun we were doing presentations today and there was this girl who said 'actually' more than 30 times. i know because i counted. i actually started like 5 minutes into her presentation and actually counted 35 'actuallys', so i suppose the real amount is actually closer to 50.
jul "show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream," she said, "the one that makes me laugh," she said, and threw her arms around my neck. "show me how you do it, and i promise you, i promise that i'll run away with you, i'll run away with you."
aug i think one of the biggest ironies in the world is that religion is supposed to make people good, but instead creates division and conflict.
sep a short story: i'm too responsible for my own good
oct i have accumulated 28 cds since i bought my first back in 2004.
nov 1. my brain is not working
dec common tests start this saturday and last till next thursday. then it's my holidays, where we're supposed to be doing projects which are due when school reopens.
i was having dinner a while ago and my sister was being an idiot, and i just had this insatiable urge to stab her with my fork. fortunately i didn't.
sometimes i feel like i'm living with a family of idiots.
my mother was complaining about the cat climbing on tables and eating our food and scratching the sofa and whatever else cats NORMALLY do. she said she wanted to chop of its legs.
so i was wondering,
1. WHY THE FUCK did she allow my sister to bring the cat home? it's not as though she doesn't know about the destruction cats can cause, because we HAD a cat which did exactly all of the above.
2. WHY THE FUCK is she complaining if she was the one who allowed the cat into our house?
i'm still wondering.
actually i have no problems with the cat at all. i find it very funny, the way it runs away when i blow hard in its face. i just hate the stupidity that it uncovers.
now playing for the widows in paradise, for the fatherless in ypsilanti - sufjan stevens
"i want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you i'm your biggest fan." my name is trouble - nightmare of you
my sister brought a kitten home about a month ago. she is bloody stupid and i want to kill her because i've already told her repeatedly not to as the cat was already about a month old.
the cat is a wild cat which lived with a bunch of other wild cats. it's been hiding in various parts of my house ever since, only coming out to eat. it hisses when we go near it.
it needs to be domesticated.
the cat is female, but so far i've been calling it either it, he, or the cat.
its shit stinks and we've been fortunate that it hasn't scratched up the sofa like my old cat did. mainly because it's been in hiding all day.
the cat jumped onto my lap just now when i was feeding it and rubbed its smelly ass all over my crotch. how arousing. but this also means that it's getting less afraid, so i guess it'll be scratching the sofa in no time.
oh yes, the cat's name is RAIN, which means it is a fucking ah lian. thanks to my sister.
i'm surprised it hasn't climbed out through the grills and fallen to it's death yet.
i subscribed to national geograpic magazine because there was a free digital camera, which they advertised to be good for 'capturing pictures of nature.'
i only subscribed for the camera because i'm a damn cheapskate asshole.
the camera came in the mail yesterday, and i finally got to test it today because i didn't have batteries.
the camera's 'hi-resolution' images are at 352x288 pixels. my phone's crappy camera shoots at 640x480 pixels.
so i conclude that the camera is worse than a damn toy and i couldn't see a damn thing from the images. national geograpic is so poor that they have to resort to such trickery to get sad people like me to subscribe.
"and i dream of a grave narrow and deep where we could hold each other as if with iron bars and you would hide your face in me and i would hide my face in you and nobody would see us any more."
gotta love the 24-hour rain. i think the weather should be either entirely rainy or sunny, not some 'early-afternoon showers' bullshit. having a 30-minute downpour spoils everything just as well as a 2-day thunderstorm.
so i'd rather have the latter. the rain smells good anyway.
i like to stick my head backwards out the window and look up at the rain falling down.
lyrics boy and girl fall in love but they manage to screw it up through their insecurities, until she left and he realised what a fool he was. i think this is one of the saddest songs ever made. and it's even sadder because it sounds so upbeat and lively, kinda like how we try to put on happy faces to hide the pain.
just try not to get too distracted by the spider on his head.
i'm currently looking for a wife, so i can get married and live happily ever after. i'm not too picky about age or looks, you'd just have to look like this or this.
a good brain is also necessary to sieve through the crap i spew daily. stupid people would simply die from the toxicity.
bitchy females are not acceptable because they'd get raped by my dog, and i hate to share my wife.
i am: - extremely boring - untalented - uncreative - full of jokes that no one understands - sad
i dislike: - 90% of the population - 50% of myself - birds
i hate: - stupid people - the stupid half of me
my hidden talent is singing along to jay chou songs.
interested females can leave a comment with your contact details and naked pictures.
"lately i've been wishing i had one desire, something that would make me never want another, something that would make it so that nothing matters, all will be clear then." a perfect sonnet - bright eyes
lately i've been feeling that i would die soon. not that i'm suicidal or anything, just that i've got a feeling that i'm going to die.
i'm worried that i would go to sleep one night and not wake up the next morning.
so i've sort of prepared for my funeral. i've got my funeral playlist ready, and i'm thinking if i should write a will or a goodbye note.
and i've been inviting people to my funeral, making a guest list. of course, my funeral is going to be an exclusive event and only people on my guest list can enter.
so far, i've got 1 name. how tragic.
and then there are all the loose ends to tie up, something which is quite a bit troublesome and potentially embarrassing if i don't die after. but there are still certain questions that i definitely have to get answers for.
one thing i haven't decided is what type of funeral to have, and what to do with my body. probably just hold a wake without any religious stuff going on.
common tests start this saturday and last till next thursday. then it's my holidays, where we're supposed to be doing projects which are due when school reopens.
but there's christmas, my favourite time of the year. i don't care when people say it's over-commercialised.
IT'S CHRISTMAS. i like the festive mood, the bustle in the streets, people shopping for presents, celebrating, having fun.
i like the smell of it.
and then the new year comes. i HATE new years. fuck.
now playing the mariner's revenge song - the decemberists
