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Friday, November 04, 2005
Oddity
I think I chose the wrong nick. I became an addict of someone. And because of this nick, now people are telling me that they're addicted to me.
Seriously, I'm flattered. I feel happy and every thing, ya know.
addicted to addict: can i be your Kenny addict? muaks addicted to addict: pleaseeeee....addicctttttt
But...err...What the hell did I do?
Am I very entertaining?
Or do you think my entries are exciting?
Or you think I'm very sweet because my blog's background is baby pink? (Actually I'm not into pink. I just like its layout.)
Or is it because you think I'm some sexeh babe?
Or is it because you believe I'm immortal (and I am)?
Or is it my short hair?
Or the fact that I'm absolutely short and I don't have legs that go on forever (which make me a poor xes partner btw, but that's out of point)?
Or you think I'm Guang Liang's friend?
Or because you've mistaken the O's that I always mention as Orgasms?
Now there are 3 guys/girls/unknown creatures who say they are addicted to me. And heck, you're even telling me that through Kenny's chatterbox which is pretty wrong. I must re-emphasise that I'm touched, flattered, honoured, unworthy, humbled, thankful. But erm, I'm 15. And I'm legal for almost nothing except for the "This toy is suitable for kids 3 and above".
Now allow me to quote Kenny, "I'm not complaining, I just find it odd."
I never thought I would...*sniff*...make it to the top of...*sniff*...Blogs He Never Read...
It didn't occur to me that I would be using this pic/getting this award so soon since the last time.
I want to thank my mudder, my fahder, my brudders, my audiencereaders audience for supporting me all the way, allowing me to soar beyond my limits. Of course, I must thank my director, who's seated right over there, *camera turns* Mr Kenny Coconuts Sia, for making all these possible. *camera turns back*
*addict raises award, shakes it violently, tears stream down the face, eyes filled with gratitude*
Another sleepless night. I have to wake up 8am tomorrow. For the past few days, I would toss and turn for about one to two hours before coming online. After that I would manage to fall asleep. Hope it works again this time.
So anyway, I realise the XX issue is still on. Dammit. Not long enough meh. I can't believe there are people who would go to the extent of writing long essays about this particular issue. Most of the time repeating their points anyway.
I got such a shock knowing that people can have marathons on their blogs. It's almost like whenever they are done with their work/eating/shitting, they think about that issue again. Oh, actually, they think about it especially when they're shitting.
Then it hit me that I think of Kenny Sia almost as often to. Because my brain only allows me to think of three things - study, Kenny Sia, blog - during this stupid exam period. I believe I'll have a life once exams are over anyway and will allow more space to think about other things. So I wonder. Which is worse? Me thinking about Kenny Sia because I refuse to study (take note it's not the other way around - refusing to study because I'm thinking of Kenny) or them thinking about the issue 1/3 of the time?
I know they're almost just as bad. But the worse one should be the latter right? Because it involves much more effort in writing angsty posts, thinking critically about every single point of every single debate, letting their captious spirit rule them at the sight of an opposing remark.
*shrugs* If only the blogosphere would put in this much thought into terrorism. And if surprisingly something comes out of all that negativity, we all can go on holidays without fear.
Point number 2...Gosh. They just can't get enough of it. So I doubt this toilet issue will end anywhere soon. Sadly, the last point in the list is so most unpopular among the popular reads. By the way, you should really read that one. Heh heh...You'll be amazed at what some people comprain about. Really.
Yay. It's raining now. :) I have 4 hours to sleep. :(
Sorry for the late wishes but Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslims out there! Hope you don't gain 4kg. If you did, please go have another Detox Diet *glances at Kenny*. :)
...
After drinking a bottle of this down, I feel...I mean, my good friend, feels terrible. There can only be 3 possibilities...
Alc. 5% Vol.
1. They're lying about this because my friend, who is above 18 and legal for drinking unlike me, has always felt fine after drinking wine up to 15% alcohol volume.
2. It's the gas that's making my friend feel uncomfortable. This drink is like fizzy Ribena.
3. Curry for dinner just doesn't go well with alcohol.
Oh shoot. BRB.
Back. Ok, I conclude after my friend's satisfying toilet session that it's the 3rd possibility. I tell you, it wasn't just normal lao sai ok. My friend seriously thought she was peeing through her asshole till she peered down and saw...Oh, fine. I'll stop it. And just to remind you, I am not the one who lao sai-ed because I'm immortal.
I should stop reading blogs that talk about drugs. *frowns*
I'm freaked out by myself that I'm even thinking of trying. Cannot! Hello, will die ok!!! Don't die from drugs will also be caught by our super duper powderful gahmen. I hope I will always remain kiasee (scared of death). Must. Not. Even. Think. Of. Trying. It's Thought Crime.
Or else instead of representing "desperate addict", DA will be representing "drug addict".
I'm off to brainwash myself at gahmen's drugarebad.com. I'll come out all holy and fresh, having a numinous glow around me.
If I don't study, I am happy
If I study, I am happy
If I do badly, I am happy
If I do well, I am happy
If people don't like me, I am happy
If people like me, I am happy
If I wake up late, I am happy
If I wake up early, I am happy
If I do something for others, I am happy
If I do something for myself, I am happy
If I use the computer, I am happy
If I don't use the computer, I am happy
If I'm lonely, I am happy
If I have company, I am happy
I need to live for myself and be happy. Medication doesn't seem to work and that, really really sucks.
But, no matter what I do, I am happy. Then the bad dreams will go away. The insecurity will go away. The insomnia will go away. The problems will go away. The people who dislike me will go away. The fear will go away. The people who like me will come closer. The crack will mend.
It's hard to do this alone...But come on, desperate addict! You can do it! *thumbs up*
Can't remember most of it. I think Kenny was supposed to be living in my house. He was lying on the sofa and I went to him and say, "Eh, you sleep on the left, I sleep on the right leh." And then there was some idiot who called. Tsk. Interrupt my conversation with Kenny.
After I put down the phone, I went back and tried to tell him to move and make space for me. But I stopped half-way because he was giving me the don't-you-dare-try-anything-funny expression.
And the stupid stupid phone rang in real life. Woke me up. I tried going back to sleep, hoping that my dream would continue but it didn't. :(
Instead I got rewarded with some horrijible dream. Don't really remember it. But I think I was crying a lot in my dream...Should have never gone back sleeping.
Woke up feeling upset thanks to that dream. The fact that it was 1pm then didn't make me feel any better because I've wasted the whole morning. :(
