I'm pretty much surprised nobody from my class has actually blogged anything bad about me. I know I don't fit in with them. That's 1 thing I am pretty sure about. I'm not the clubbing, lets-go-smoking kind of guy. I sometimes hate being around my class because I'm not able to express who I really am. I hear people whispering my name. It's been like this since 2.1 I think? I don't give a damn. I remain tolerant cause we're going to be classmates till we graduate. I feel that I'm sometimes taken advantage of when people show up like 2 hours late for group meeting and only inform me 4 hours later. I hate it when people don't listen or look or think properly when doing group discussions. I would rather appreciate being heard to without you being distracted by the anime on your laptop or the your PSP. I'm saying this because I hate it that I am being taken advantage of. Kee Hian is the only guy I know in the class that I can click with cause of an unknown reason to me. Maybe we're both misfits cause he has long sideburns and I have an excuse for a hairstyle? Kee Hian is still my very good friend in class no matter how lame he is. I do not want people to expect a certain something when it comes to me. And when working with me, I expect people to volunteer and not leave it be. Now I'm down to delegating the work in a very pushy way because apparently letting people choose what they wanna do doesn't seem good enough. I think answering, "You KNOW or not?" when the teacher asks you a question is absolutely rude. It isn't funny, it's plain rude. I think asking me for help when you don't go for any lectures is irritating cause all you wanna know is how to do but I'm just a student who has his own ideas of how it is compared to the actual explainations by the lecturer. I am blogging about this for a variety of reasons. Mainly, I have a distaste for my class sometimes and am pretty disappointed with the people I work with sometimes. There isn't any class unity. All there is in the class is a Clique; An exclusive club where you must meet the criteria to what is "cool" to them which to me includes smoking, clubbing, not going for lectures, spewing vulgarities, being rude to all and maybe more. I don't care if any of you get offended when you read this. I've kept it in for way too long. Go Fcuk Yourself if you don't like it. I honestly do NOT care anymore.
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Fuck. People don't keep their word. I'm doing alone. Betrayed. Fuck it all. -End Of Story-
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I wanna lose weight, put on a sweater over my white tee, get a scarf around my neck and play a bongo! Mind the last line. I was just swaying to this song called Bongo Bong. I will try to get the song on Imeem and then put it here. It's addictive I tell you. I wanna complain! It's very easy to find huge jeans in Singapore. I've found one that can wrap itself around me. But the hard thing to find in Singapore, are huge shirts. It's easy to get jeans but not shirts. It's irritating I tell you. Just because I'm fat, the producers think that fat people are only big frm waist down? What about the top? I've seen people with jeans that fit comfortably but shirts that are way to tight on them. Why? Because it is very difficult to find a XXL shirt. T-shirts I can find but not shirts. If someone can find me a store that sells shirts that are XXL and above, please tag me or sms me. Preferable price would be $20-$40. Just tell me nonetherless. Please!!
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I am pissed with waiting. -End of Story-
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2 years, that's how long we've been together. So yesterday, we went out for our 2 years. Went to Swensens. My first tie eating there by the way. Regretted eating the Spaghetti cause it wasn't filling while Mel's chicken just looked really wonderful. And... Mel dressed up real nice! She had make up on done by her friend Hannah. I was stunned to see her like that. I was emberrased to tell the truth. It was looking at someone you love the first time. And she gave me a photoframe with a picture that was made out of compilations of the photos she and I had taken before. It was extremely sweet of her. I was speechless and no girl has ever done that to me. So, Mel, you mean alot to me. Alot! And thank you for the evening yesterday. I love you.
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Take a look. A Primary School teacher was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?" Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the Primary 1. My sister is in Primary 3and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in Primary 3 too!" The teacher took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited in theouter office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was.The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failedto answer any of his questions he was to go back to the Primary 1, andbehave. The teacher agreed. Harry was brought in. The conditions wereexplained, and Harry agreed to take the test. Principal: "What is 3 x 3?" Harry: "9"Principal: "What is 6 x 6?" Harry: "36" And so it went with every question the principal thought a Primary 1student should know. The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to Primary 3." The teacher says to the principal, "May I ask him some tougher questions?"The principal and Harry both agree. Teacher: "What does a cow have four of that I have only two?" Harry: "Legs." Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" (Theprincipal wondered, why does she ask such a question!) Harry: "Pockets. "Teacher: "What does a dog do when a man steps in? "Harry: "Pants."Teacher: "What starts with a C and ends with a T, and it is hairy, oval,delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?" (The principal's eyes openreally wide and before he could stop the answer...) Harry: "Coconut." Teacher: "What goes in hard ! and pink then comes out soft and sticky?" Harry: "Bubblegum. "Teacher: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and dog do on three legs? "Harry: "Shake hands." Teacher: "Now I will ask some 'Who am I' sort of questions, okay?" Teacher: "You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up.I get wet before you do." Who am I? Harry: "A Tent." Teacher: "A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. Thebest man always has me first." What am I? (Principal was looking restlessand a bit tense) Harry: "A Wedding Ring." Teacher: "I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blowme, I feel good." What am I? Harry: "A Nose." Teacher: "I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with aquiver." What am I? Harry: "An Arrow." Teacher: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lotof excitement?" Harry: "Firetruck." The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put this*** in Primary 6! I got the last 10 questions all wrong myself."
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This friday is THE day...
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I'm pretty much surprised nobody from my class has actually blogged anything bad about me. I know I don't fit in with them. That's 1 thing I am pretty sure about. I'm not the clubbing, lets-go-smoking kind of guy. I sometimes hate being around my class because I'm not able to express who I really am. I hear people whispering my name. It's been like this since 2.1 I think? I don't give a damn. I remain tolerant cause we're going to be classmates till we graduate. I feel that I'm sometimes taken advantage of when people show up like 2 hours late for group meeting and only inform me 4 hours later. I hate it when people don't listen or look or think properly when doing group discussions. I would rather appreciate being heard to without you being distracted by the anime on your laptop or the your PSP. I'm saying this because I hate it that I am being taken advantage of. Kee Hian is the only guy I know in the class that I can click with cause of an unknown reason to me. Maybe we're both misfits cause he has long sideburns and I have an excuse for a hairstyle? Kee Hian is still my very good friend in class no matter how lame he is. I do not want people to expect a certain something when it comes to me. And when working with me, I expect people to volunteer and not leave it be. Now I'm down to delegating the work in a very pushy way because apparently letting people choose what they wanna do doesn't seem good enough. I think answering, "You KNOW or not?" when the teacher asks you a question is absolutely rude. It isn't funny, it's plain rude. I think asking me for help when you don't go for any lectures is irritating cause all you wanna know is how to do but I'm just a student who has his own ideas of how it is compared to the actual explainations by the lecturer. I am blogging about this for a variety of reasons. Mainly, I have a distaste for my class sometimes and am pretty disappointed with the people I work with sometimes. There isn't any class unity. All there is in the class is a Clique; An exclusive club where you must meet the criteria to what is "cool" to them which to me includes smoking, clubbing, not going for lectures, spewing vulgarities, being rude to all and maybe more. I don't care if any of you get offended when you read this. I've kept it in for way too long. Go Fcuk Yourself if you don't like it. I honestly do NOT care anymore.
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Fuck. People don't keep their word. I'm doing alone. Betrayed. Fuck it all. -End Of Story-
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I wanna lose weight, put on a sweater over my white tee, get a scarf around my neck and play a bongo! Mind the last line. I was just swaying to this song called Bongo Bong. I will try to get the song on Imeem and then put it here. It's addictive I tell you. I wanna complain! It's very easy to find huge jeans in Singapore. I've found one that can wrap itself around me. But the hard thing to find in Singapore, are huge shirts. It's easy to get jeans but not shirts. It's irritating I tell you. Just because I'm fat, the producers think that fat people are only big frm waist down? What about the top? I've seen people with jeans that fit comfortably but shirts that are way to tight on them. Why? Because it is very difficult to find a XXL shirt. T-shirts I can find but not shirts. If someone can find me a store that sells shirts that are XXL and above, please tag me or sms me. Preferable price would be $20-$40. Just tell me nonetherless. Please!!
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I am pissed with waiting. -End of Story-
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2 years, that's how long we've been together. So yesterday, we went out for our 2 years. Went to Swensens. My first tie eating there by the way. Regretted eating the Spaghetti cause it wasn't filling while Mel's chicken just looked really wonderful. And... Mel dressed up real nice! She had make up on done by her friend Hannah. I was stunned to see her like that. I was emberrased to tell the truth. It was looking at someone you love the first time. And she gave me a photoframe with a picture that was made out of compilations of the photos she and I had taken before. It was extremely sweet of her. I was speechless and no girl has ever done that to me. So, Mel, you mean alot to me. Alot! And thank you for the evening yesterday. I love you.
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Take a look. A Primary School teacher was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?" Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the Primary 1. My sister is in Primary 3and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in Primary 3 too!" The teacher took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited in theouter office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was.The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failedto answer any of his questions he was to go back to the Primary 1, andbehave. The teacher agreed. Harry was brought in. The conditions wereexplained, and Harry agreed to take the test. Principal: "What is 3 x 3?" Harry: "9"Principal: "What is 6 x 6?" Harry: "36" And so it went with every question the principal thought a Primary 1student should know. The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to Primary 3." The teacher says to the principal, "May I ask him some tougher questions?"The principal and Harry both agree. Teacher: "What does a cow have four of that I have only two?" Harry: "Legs." Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?" (Theprincipal wondered, why does she ask such a question!) Harry: "Pockets. "Teacher: "What does a dog do when a man steps in? "Harry: "Pants."Teacher: "What starts with a C and ends with a T, and it is hairy, oval,delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?" (The principal's eyes openreally wide and before he could stop the answer...) Harry: "Coconut." Teacher: "What goes in hard ! and pink then comes out soft and sticky?" Harry: "Bubblegum. "Teacher: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and dog do on three legs? "Harry: "Shake hands." Teacher: "Now I will ask some 'Who am I' sort of questions, okay?" Teacher: "You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up.I get wet before you do." Who am I? Harry: "A Tent." Teacher: "A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. Thebest man always has me first." What am I? (Principal was looking restlessand a bit tense) Harry: "A Wedding Ring." Teacher: "I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blowme, I feel good." What am I? Harry: "A Nose." Teacher: "I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with aquiver." What am I? Harry: "An Arrow." Teacher: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lotof excitement?" Harry: "Firetruck." The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put this*** in Primary 6! I got the last 10 questions all wrong myself."
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In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood,
[so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost.
Alas how hard it is to say what it was like,
this savage and sharp and strong forest,
which even in thought renews my fear!
So bitter was it that death is little moreso;
but in order to speak of the good that I found there,
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