ARGH!!!!!
I want to beat up some people.
No actually i don't.
im too sick.
SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK
sick with a cold. a wrecking cold cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough my brains out through my nose.
*snuRt*

Of all weekends to get sick. I have SO Much work to do. and it not even stuff i can ignore or glaze over like usual...Nooooo..i Actually have to Work. and it Sucks. i cant even think coherently.  My brain hurts!!!!!!!! *bawl all over compliant pillow*

    Okay. back to wanting to beat some people up. or not wanting to. aiyah whatever lah. Someone reminded me that an article(?) was due today...a week's gone by...etc etc... It still amazes me that people read this. i don't know how many that is...like maybe 3 people..but its still way cool. :)
 
    The past few pages i've written have all these hidden messages in them.. on how i feel about certain people.. like 'him' and 'her' and 'Someone', bla bla...im super unimaginative when it comes to hiding names.. Anyway, the ambiguity exists for the reason that these people actually read my pages. And since im prone to rash rushes of emotion, sometimes the things i write are better left unsaid or at least, deliberately ineffective. However, i am SO tempted to be absolutely bitchy and be totally honest in this week's one, just name the idiots and see what happens. However, i cant, i wont, i shan't... This bloody cold may cloud my senses and general brainy functions, but im all too aware of repercussions, consequences, and all kinds of things that result from expressing the muck that grows out of the sewers of my damaged ego.

    Sewers...muck....hurh.

    *cough*     'cuse me...

Why are some people (see im doing it again) so decidedly unreadable? why are they so Stupid, so irrevocably irresponsible, so reliably unreliable, so unabashedly shameless? huh? Why do i even bother? yeesh. i hate it when im slighted, when you arm yourself with good intentions and get received with an enduring condescension thats hardly endearing.

    Well Bleah. Been telling myself that its not their fault, if anything is, its mine. Mine for expecting people to fall into my idea of propriety, my order of priority, my fault for expecting people to be like me, to like me, to like being with me. Unfortunately, this seems to be the actual cold reality. im cold, i have a cold, he's so damn cold towards me and i want him to burn for me. (apologies for all that dissected sentence structure...)

    So much for being intelligent. I think the only difference with an intellect is that you *know* u're being a bloody fool, which makes it all that much worse. I really don't know why i bother. Its probably something to do with the fact that i haven't yet established much of a social circle here as yet, and having friends, of all kinds does help. scummy as they may be, you don't just throw someone off/away just cos they don't fit your idea of ideal. Anyway, its really weird lah. If you're thinking im pining over some worthless guy, think again. its not that. i think. i mean, he's worthless, but im not pining over him. you hear that? u ego-bloated gerbil face? you can take back your freezing scapular. i hope u don't have a heater.

    Oh yes!!! Autumn is Finally here!! its been like 16-24'c the past few days, and i LOVE IT! GloRIous. Utterly. Even when it thunderstorms. So how's the weather in singapore? hehehh....its been raining, so i heard, cools things down, yeah? hahahahahahaahahahah *gloat*

    :)  oh i feel like such a bitch. i cant believe i created this page just to gripe and bitch about people behind their unnamed backs. I think it started out as something supposed to be amusing...well oops. But at least its still about my life...i really wonder how many people actually read this. Really want to know...hey, if u're reading this now, and u're on icq, please leave me a msg? please? or leave me an email...  To put it this way..if i find that more than 4 people actually read these pages, i might actually start putting up amusing stuff, hey?

Speaking of amusing stuff, this link i found is something Really Funny. It made me laugh, out loud, which is a rare achievement...even with brainial meltdown et all....  Go to The Boy with the Immovable Hair. Laugh, have a good time, get out of this whiny page with the blue font, delay that due essay another hour or so......

    It occurred to me, i haven't told u much 'bout my class here. The other day, yesterday to be exact, someone(me if u like it) did a draft of a thing to be put in our 'yearbook' at the end of this course. bear this in mind: its a Draft. Its also full of private jokes, etc, u might think its all doss, but its about my Life Science class, and i cant think of a coherent way of explaining them otherwise..
(btw, my class is CL1....CL-one...clone...geddit? -to any SCones reading this, well hah.)

CLone.
A class, on our own.
Our lives, a science.
You are what you study.
Or eat. We eat too much.
Need to lose weight, Fast.

We invented something the other day.
It's the Pretzel-PotatoChip Sandwich.^{© Copyright Clones Inc.}
Who says clones are unoriginal?
But we eat too much, especially during Maths.
Poor John. and Sue..and Helen..and Gus.
You heard about Gus? he was in the hospital.
It wasn't because of us! Really!
But he's fine now, and they won't let us go near him,
But he looks good. All our teachers look good.
No we're not sucking up. It's too late anyway.
Darn.

Hey is this a poem? if it is, it doesn't rhyme...
Hey that's kinda like us. No we don't rhyme,
Not usually. Lets see...
There's Sari, our matriarchal(maniacal?) class representative,
Then there's Assaf, class argumentative (and the one with all the hair).
Indefatigable Iswar, cow cum biological dictionary (Eileen's worst nightmare),
Luiza, class-skipping purveyor of Russian fictionary..
Naoko, Little Miss Selectively-ill (but brilliant nonetheless),
And dear little Joyce, who lives up the hill (walks alot).
That's half the class done, this rhyming is...uh...Fun?
We come now to Sandy, the super-human photocopier,
Who hangs around with Yuly, class beauty with the willing ear.
There's Albert, the quiet one, doesn't talk, gets his work done (bizarre...),
Then Kempton, the cute one, with his imaginary gun...(my name is Bond, Polar Bond.)
Just two more to go, this is working out, no?
So there's ribald Rini, our under-aged UV-phobic porn vendor,
And Finally, Suyin, who's simply perfect, even in candour (and humble to wit!).

Okay, so maybe we rhyme. Sometimes.
We're clones after all, we like each other.
All from one, all as one, yet none like the other,
You might not remember us,
But Us, we'll remember.

Yupyup. i don't know how interesting (or otherwise) that might've been to you... better not speculate and just go to sleep....mmmm...sleeeeep....ahhh...to fall into the tender throes of slumber...the pandering prose of sweet dreams... i might not wake up, not for a long time anyway. It hurts to wake up. i have these ten-minute coughing sessions everytime i sit up in bed, like its been storing up while i've been at rest...evil virus.