Before that, let me back-track a little.

2 entries ago, it was Guest-blogging by my cousin, Fairli. Those of you who bothered to visit her blog, it's pathetic, isnt it? I think she used paint to design it. Well, i quite like that entry which she wrote for me and thank you. I blogged for her in one entry too. It's a blog-exchange programme, who wants to employ me for guest-blogging? You dont have to blog for me. Anyway i wouldnt want too many guests blogging for me or this will really be a rojak blog.

The previous entry was Fried Pimples and i find it quite nice, quite nice right? So i classified under my MUST READ entries at the side-bar.

Yesterday was supposed to be a short short day but it lengthened due to band practice and i went home at 8.40, missed 10 minutes of superstar. Somehow, i feel that i'm not as enthusiastic about band anymore as compared to during my secondary school days. Maybe it's because i live too far from school so i aint very glad about staying for band. Last time i could stay till 6 plus and simply take like 10 minutes(now the time X6) to return home.

Things are different.

I always hear people saying jc life is this and that and i'm sick of saying it all over again. In essence, things are rather different. Not totally different, just different. That's all.

But i'm pretty much the same.

I'm still the same me. The one who speaks loads of rubbish. The irritating person who insults others anyhow, anytime, anywhere.
And I always hear people say i'm mean. I agree, i'm mean. But i think it's funny! If i'm not mean, i'm not funny anymore. Perhaps that's the reason why some people say mean things to me. I dont know if it is said out of fun though but naturally i dont enjoy hearing that.

I think i'm a nutcase.

I'm behaving as though i escaped from wood bridge. I dont want to like that because people dont treat me seriously. It's not a bad thing but it's kind of annoying when you try to say something serious and people laugh at you. It's has always been a long term battle trying to balance between seriousness and wittiness. I'm 99% mad and 1% serious. I want to be a doctor next time, if i continue to be like that i will have 0 patient. That's sad ok.

But you cant say mean things to me

I like to be mean, purely because i think it's funny. I say mean things to others but i limit my words to prevent hurting anyone. I know when i'm going over board. It's a skill. If you dont know how to be mean yet funny, please shut your mouth. I hate it when people try to be funny and say something mean to another person. It's extremely annoying and i have seriously low tolerance for that. If you are not funny, shut up. Your opinions doesnt matter at all so keep them to yourselves.
It's hard to continue. It's hard to say out everything when you know people are reading it.

Actually it isnt anything significant, really. Sometimes i over interprete. Take it as if i'm being drama. Dont worry, it has nothing to do with you. this part of the entry is written due to a collection of small little events.

I am not petty

I wont get angry over my friends because they know me and whatever they say are said in the name of fun, so i will never be angry over them. I will only get frustrated over those kpo people who try to be funny and say mean things because i dont think it is a single bit humourous. I hope i can wrap all of them up and explode them. Period.

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Today i witness another tragedy. A very blur sparrow flew into the lab, hit the wall and fell out. I thought the drama would have ended there until it flew back in and landed on the white board ledge. Inverted, mouth-opened.

Poor sparrow. Fortunately, it did not die, it passed out i guess. DrC brought it out of the class room and it disappeared.

I reckoned kannan stole the bird and hid it in his gray nike bag. He said he wanted to cook curry with the bird and i believed him. He's getting very sinful nowadays. People bird already poor thing enough to bang the wall, he still took advantage of the fact and stole it. I mean, how much curry can you cook out of the bird?! By the time you take off the feathers, there is nothing left already!

Sigh, kannan.

Talking about kannan, (i think his heart is beating very fast now, because whenever your name appears here, most likely it isnt a good thing), sometimes i can empathise with him. Being the only indian boy in the class, he receives quite abit of discrimination. Speaking about racial harmony. The worst thing is i always join in. But you dont see he like okok like tt hor, i think sometimes he quite sad one (i feel larh). Kannan, is it? Just leave a note here and i will stop, seriously. I'm giving you a chance to express your unjust.
Anyway, kannan's a very nice person, really. I think i must learn how to be more tolerant like him.

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5 Comments:

F said...: why suddenly talk about the people being mean?me ar..anyway..WAT MY BLOG PATHETIC!!its called creativity la..anyway..of cause the post is good..its by me!!HAHA..abyway..your friend the cheerful look more like shy la..HOW U NAME PICS ONE LAA!!HAHA; 7/28/2005 9:09 PM
Anonymous said...: "People bird already poor thing enough to bang the wall, he still took advantage of the fact and stole it."

HAHAHA people bird already? what people bird la! HAHA thats a really off way of expressing it in singlish; 7/28/2005 10:44 PM
nOe said...: speaking of sparrow tragedies...do u rem the bird which flew into our sec 3 classroom and got killed by the fan...hahaz...that was quite pathetic...; 7/29/2005 4:47 PM
Anonymous said...: nah, you're great. (: just ABIT mean. anyway, i'll be ur patient next time lar k. u go be eye specialist.; 7/29/2005 11:45 PM
Anonymous said...: oh..do cheer up a bit...
as noezin said, the birdie that flew into the sec 3 class and kena killed by fan, i saw it die with my two open eyes. it died right behind my seat, blood gushing and all, very terrible and drama..i hate it! then the feathers fell all over chuanyuan...heh heh
don't be so pissed okay?
-xinying-; 7/30/2005 2:32 PM

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You cant say mean things to me.

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