September 20, 2009



September 17, 2009

I saw a jungle gym and I thought about what it was like to be a kid again.

Comme un grand enfant.

September 15, 2009

See what I tell you about people and disappointment?

They're never good for anything else.

September 10, 2009

For those who have a younger sibling, especially boys, will relate to me.

I got my tetanus shot in school today. I bloody hate needles. To add to my anxiety, a classmate fainted right after she got her jab, which is like right before my turn. Wtf man. So it's like a small tiny red dot now, laughing at me because it still aches. When I came home, I showed to my brother...

"Hey, Justin, look. I got an injection today."

Walks over


So I lifted my sleeve.

"Where? Where?"

I pointed to the little red dot on my arm.

"This one ah?"

And he freakin' jabbed it with his stubby finger. Sigh. Boys will be boys. Especially mischevious 8-year-olds.

I told Kevin about it and I pointed out that MOST boys, especially around the age of 8, are curious little buggers. I do admit, my brother is a handful but it's fun with him around. So I asked Kevin if he was like my brother and he told me "I don't think so, all I do is poke tadpoles".

Hahahahahahahaaaahahahahahahaha TADPOLES FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

September 8, 2009

We're just a figment of my wild imagination.

Whuzzup, whuzzup?!

I joined the stupid poster competition crap. I mean, I do like drawing. Don't get me wrong. It's just that I hate to limit myself when I'm doing something I like. You know, as I sit here at my desk and ponder, I realized what a shit job I did. C'mon. They gave us three freakin' hours. Three! I can't paint anything within three hours that doesn't look like hippopotamus shit!

While I take a moment to wallow in my deep depths of regret, feel free to exit the browser.

Okay, I'm done wallowing. :D

I've been so drained lately, especially in school. Particularly in the morning. That's why I looked so stoned. It's like I can't sleep till 2am but of course, eventually I do force myself to doze off, and I wake up at 5 freakin' 30. Sigh.

Have you ever some across someone soooo shittish, you just want to nuke their horrid faces? I have. I have a lot and I'm beginning to believe that resistance is futile.

Hurricaneeeeee yoz facez.

September 4, 2009

I am eating my lunch and drinking iced milo because I'm so cool like.

I have to admit, I'm kinda appalled by how many people still read this crap-ridden blog. Thank you, thank you for wasting your time here even when I don't update. :D

I don't remember when I started enjoying reading. I mean, during my primary school years, yeah I read in school everyday but I just thought it was pointless. Somewhere along the way... my sister was telling about this uh-may-zeng book she read. And I was a picture-book kid. No picture, no interest. I saw the book in my room (I always see her things in my room) so I picked it up. It was hell thick.

I read the first page. The book was called 'Where Rainbows End' by Cecelia Ahern.

When I was 12, I picked up a book called Darren Shan. I didn't know anything about it but the cover looked badass so I was like 'Hey, I'm going to read this'. The whole 'Don't judge a book by its cover' platypus shit doesn't apply for me in the literal meaning. :D

So, I read book after book. That's where my interest in vampires iniciated. Hey, I was 12. You know, those awkward adolescent years. Eventually, I stopped at the ninth book but there were 12 books. Never really considered the reason. I just stopped.

Now, after a three-year hiatus, I bought the last trilogy of The Saga of Darren Shan. Lol much. I feel like a kid again. The whole fascination with gut wrenching vampire action gets me everytime.

Sabrina asked me what I was eating. God knows why she'd ask that while she's fasting because I always have a habit of exaggerating how delicious the food is. Haha.

So I said it was 'Lou shee(shi, whatever makes you happy) fun(fan, again)'. My mom always called it rat's tail noodles because of its appearance, hence its name.

Do you know what I hate? I hate people who wear the music they listen to like a plague. Geez, okay I get you're badass shoving bands or artists in people's face. It gets kinda old. Especially in blogs.

Imagine a nice cheerful day. You're listening to your favourite tunes, oblivious to any other sound produced by cheap machinary. You go 'Hey, I think I'll read some blogs today! :D' So, you open a few links at once, because you rock at saving precious time. Then all kinds of different music disrupts your peace. Worst part is, you can't find the source of the blaring music.

Well, at least I can't most of the time.

This is one bloody long post. At least compared to the ones I've written a few weeks back. Take your time reading it.

Till then.