its. its. its back. the hallucinations are back. how else can there be something there when there isn't something there? that sound too. its back as well. irritating me from everywhere. and i keep smelling stuff thats not there either. its that smell. i keep smelling it everywhere. except in the toilet of course. it seems familiar. i remember that smell pretty well, but i can't recall from where or from who.



what's life? life is a mistake the moment it began. the moment babies are born, they are kinda, made irritating. they come out, they cry. as they age, they give lots of problems. of course, its not their fault. they can't express themselves can they? nevertheless, they are still fucking irritating. ok. enough of babies. next. babies grow up. they become kids. problematic by nature. lots of weird stuff that gives problems. after kiddy stage, teens. at this part of life, we do not give problems. we MAKE our own problems. the best part? we usually can't solve shit that we made ourselves. next. adults. some people think adults are the most mature of the lot. bullshit. some adults are fucking immature. they, force their problems onto others. generally, adults have the most problems. kid problems, this problem, that problem. and they always say that younger people dun understand them. blah blah blah. as if they understood younger people. then, adult becomes older, become elderly. now only got 2 problems. health problem and family problem. for all life, there's only 1 time we feel like complaining and thats when we're awake. everyone has problems. why was life made to be so irritating? people say to always look at the bright side of everything. and when everything comes crashing down? look to the bright side as well. oooo! i just got fired! let's celebrate! i failed every module! hooray! well, i've only got 4 words to say to optimistic people. fuck. off. and. die.



studying is, well, fucked up for PC. just 1 look at the notes, and i dun wanna study anymore. so lucky i decided to study maths 1st. otherwise the whole day i cant study. at least i can understand a little bit of maths lah. PC? i think that one can throw away liao lucky PD dun have exam. or else really KO. all the terms. so cheem. MTA draw graph all day long. PS just press down button can le. thermo havent even touch. stupid PC lah. super time waster. MST faster end lah. sp faster have more H1N1 case then can holiday. tolong tolong



the dumbest question i have ever heard people asking me all the time is "are you ok?" followed closely by "how do you feel?". these 2 question pisses me off everytime i hear them. am i ok? if i am, then i am lah. if im not ok, do you think i would tell you? it wouldn't make sense right? hmph



what's meant to be is meant to be. what isnt meant to be, just isnt meant to be. wishful thinking is as always, wishful thinking. hmph. how long have i been like this i can only imagine. the time wasted. hmph. soon, it'll all be gone. poof! disappear. hmph



hmph. that would be tough. that would really be tough. i dun see the light going down that path. what should i follow? who should i follow? why should i follow? what can i do? hmph. once again, im confused. choices choices. fuck choices. fuck studying. hmph. its like im an ant on the ground trying to reach for the sky. impossible. hmph. its weird. i like it. and i dun like it. i can stand it. and i can't stand it. hmph. liking and hating the same time. tolerating or not the same crap at the same time. hmph. i can't make up my mind. hmph. im most prob too used to not getting what i want anyway. i can only watch from far. observe and do nothing. just another observer. hmph.



people say i have problems. the internet says i have problems. a freaking irritating lecturer says i have problems. problems that if i dun tell others, i would hurt more. problems? i have plenty. should i believe them and tell someone else? or should i believe in not revealing my problems? who can i trust my problems with?



ahhhhhhhh. dinner today was. f. u. c. k. i. n g. good. cereal prawns. roast duck. fish soup. ALASKAN KING CRAB. more duck. with noodles. some shell thingy. vege. dessert. the best thing in the meal? no need to say. ITS THE FUCKING CRAB. look at the damn picture below its that fucking huge stack of thing! the shell was soft though. easily cut with scissors. the meat was damn good. real crab meat rocks. the total cost of the meal? for 10 people, S$942.20. yes. nothing wrong with the price nine hundred dollars. and i paid S$0. it was a treat from my cousin. 94 bucks a head. jaw drop. thunk. jaw hit floor.



ridiculous. the amount of time i am willing to spend on waiting. hmmmm. the total amount of waiting time from a kid, all the way up to now, heh. i bet it could be converted into months, maybe years. hmph. i am willing to bet that the waiting time would be increased exponentially. there would be too many things to wait for. how to say it? its, a secret? secret huh. everyone has serets. around the secret, there's a layer. some people are able to enter that layer. how should one determine who to let into that layer? thats a good question. another one with no definite answer. its hard to determine who trusts who. poke someone who is hiding something. they are sure to poke back at least twice as hard. u will never get a chance to know the truth with people like me around who don't like to reveal anything. what u see may not be what u see. in this world, if there is something u wanna know, u have to pay a fortune. a huge fortune at that. to top it off, there are people who are somewhat.....untrustworthy.



when people ask what u treasure the most, what do u answer them with? i've always been confused as to how i must answer those kind of questions. are there specific answers to that kind of questions? from what i know, there is no answer to that question. at different points of time, the thing that we treasure should change. it should not be left, dead at a single point. it would be pretty poinless i think? oh well, thats just me. bah. steamboat should be next week. finally. meat~



some things are just not meant to be known. some promises are just not meant to be kept. some people are just not meant to be remembered. and some people deserve to just die. and thats that. this holiday kinda sucks. all holidays before a test sucks. its not holiday at all. its just time to study. fucking sucks



tired...so very tired...



at a single mention of that name, i would freeze. involuntarily. i dunno why myself. its so, weird. totally weird. i must be going mad again.



today fucking tiring. went to class, did some PC, played some game, went for some lj talk. then the talk end early, thought PI lab still opened to let us see plant. kuku neh. walk there for nothing. lab both sides also closed. now tomorrow needa go during lunch to see lab. fucked up. on the way back, we saw a catfish. note. catfish. all sp students walking outside from chemical area to mrt should have seen the catfish. its fucking big. we walked past it, we saw the plant move. look closer, FUCK! the catfish ate a koi. lol. the koi somemore still breathing. the koi disappeared in what? 4 or 5 seconds? then can see the gills moving. koi scales coming out! totally wtf



i've never been serious in anything so far. and so far, that has gotten me in both places where i wanna be, and places i absolutely dun wanna be. more of what i want actually. being serious is never my forte. i hate being serious. its just too stressful and troublesome. however, things that happened recently are just, how to say, fucked. hmmmm. on the other hand, its less stressful in some other areas. some modules are, crap. others are quite easy to understand.

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