Right, thanks for checking into this space. I've not placed up anything new here, cause there's nothing much for me to say on this gushing site. Oh yes, you've heard me correct. All of it here is mostly gushing (trust me I'm sentimental, I checked).
I met Sze Wenn on Friday, the 12th of July 2002.
Read Monday, 24th of June 2002. :-D Short and sweet.
And also, Saturday, June 22nd. I'm actually rather humorous.
Hey...I did actually wish her all the best with him you know.
I'm back babes. Wonder whether anyone still checks in here. Heh heh heh, underground dissension area. SCREW THEM ALL!!!! BITCHES!!!! ASSHOLES!!!! Hahahahahahahahahah! I wonder whether Miss K checks in here?
-From Infidel HQ, Disequilibria
I've not updated this place for such a long time I scare myself. If you've totally lost me and still want to know where I keep my posts, please e-mail me. But anyway, I think I'm going to convert this website into...haven't thought about anything yet, but oh well...hmmm...never mind. I'm so bored and shocked with the English language now. I'm just staring at myself and wondering what the hell I've done wrong. I can't even get an average pass in my Chinese, I and I've just totally realised that I'm no good in my English either. Wallow, wallow, soon I'll stop to swallow. Woohoo...here we are now, entertain us...Here We ARE NOW...ENterTAin US!!! Chnage my mind, alter the reality, view the world through glass-stained windows.
To impale: to tranfix an object on a stake. Bloody affairs these things.
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Does this bloody thing work or not? How come it keeps appearing like a day after they've told me it has an error!!!!!!!!!!!
It works again!!! Yay!!! Hopefully this time it stays working again! I'm so glad; I can finally start blabbering on-line and stereotype everything I want here! The Internet! Woohoo!!! This morning was once again weird and it really is very, very crappy because I came to school early this time, but it was not as good as the day before yesterday. Today went relatively well besides the fact that I don't get much time to talk with Hui (she's always on the move) and oh, Jason came back to school today. I became President of the Photographic Society officially today and plenty of things to plan for. I have millions of projects that I want to complete too. Just that there is always something else to do, something to study for, something to strive harder for, something to just take up time. I created an account on ujournal yesterday; it's some sort of web log thing that has its source code based on LiveJournal. I'll go copy what I typed yesterday and paste it here later. So watch this space.
This morning Miss Beatrice Chong was absent on MC and we did not have a history lecture. I finally got tired of YT being angry with me that I wrote a postcard and slipped it into her Economics textbook. I asked Shiying to ask her to check the TYS before I left. i walked out of LT4 and peered through the looking glass, YT just flipped the back open, saw the postcard, and chucked the TYS aside.
I was so distraught that I went to ask Pei Wei, who finally told me that it was because one day I was listening to my Discman and YT wanted to ask me something, and I said something along the lines of "Shut up, I know you can't hear me..." and YT got so pissed (she uses an aid). After I heard that I was like, oh man, this was bad. She assumed that I was making fun of her, but I totally had no intention of that, because I remember filing into my mental notes not to ever make fun of her in that manner, after one incident when she got a little miffed when I asked about it. So anyway, I went up to her and apologised for making such a politically incorrect statement, and she seemed all right after that.
Today, she was everywhere again. In the morning she's in front of me, and I go up to talk to Gerald for like a few minutes, with him telling me that she's looking in our direction. I hope she does not think I'm a stalker or something that would totally suck. I have absolutely no intention of ruining my chances with a girl such as she, by going to do something really stupid to mess up the already delicate situation. Everyday I see her and I know almost all her classmates already, it's not that I intentionally look out for and make friends with them (at least I hope we're all friends), it's just that somehow our (her classmates) paths seem to cross and I get to know them. Sickening. She's like really, really gorgeous and it's so annoying that I do not even have the opportunity to go up to her. If I knew her, I would be so grateful, and I would be able to just go up to her, sit with her close friends, who I know from GP class, and try to make effective conversation. I watched her as she did her work today; she was analyzing the literature text "The Mayor of Casterbridge" and probably doing a presentation. She was really beautiful. She looked so delectable, just sitting there reading the text and studying it. The frozen beauty that should be captured and broadcast to the rest of the world. I'll probably never tire of looking at her, she's just so wonderfully designed; if God had moments of pure inspiration and genius, she IS one of them. But I don't know (here it comes) it's just that she looks so Ice Queen like and serious, cool, hard, like diamonds, which, had I the monetary backing of a billionaire, shower onto her everyday (only if she so desires, but I doesn't strike me as one of those; wouldn't mind her striking me really.), consult her on ever matter regarding my keen interest in her and watch her smile; the single-most magnificently chiselled smiles the world has ever known. As Robbie Williams once said, "She's the One." I am so in love with her! I feel awfully inconvenienced and yet elated by the fact that I feel sinful just thinking about her and typing down even the most widely used exclamations like "shit" or "damn", I like this feeling of just anticipating over her likes and dislikes, women reading this, please don't bother saying that this is hypocritical or fake, you have to know the truth, and here, I give it to you in full. Wait, it comes in the next paragraph, let me gush a little bit more on her. I think she kind of knows the truth, and I certainly hope that she would like me and we can work out, that she's not anything too impossible for things to never have a little chance of working out between us. She's probably mature and solemn, graciously allotting her rewarding smile only to the one who can genuinely make her smile. I need to get my act together, I need to pray, and I need to trust God that this feeling is true and I'll never become blue, just thinking of the loveliest girl of rosy cheeks and many winning smiles, my favourite lady, this girl named Low, who was never, to quote Shakey, "too low for high praise", She's just so high...High above me...She's so lovely, She's so high...Cleopatra, Joan of Arc and Aphrodite... I'm in love with a girl I don't even know! And I love every single moment of it!
Raise yer glasses,
Erwin Nah
