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falling, falling, falling,

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Saturday, March 20, 2010 @ 1:07 AM

This blog is no longer in use until further notice.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010 @ 10:53 PM

Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give a Damn.

I love my cousin! No, I'm not talking about Brandon. I have more than one cousin, you know. I mean, yeah, I love him too, but I'm talking about a different one. Why am I explaining myself to an audience that isn't even there?

I'm talking about my second eldest cousin - he's....24? 25? 26? No idea, but he teaches Chemistry at Broadrick Secondary. No, I don't know where that is either. Kallang, I think. He reminds me of me! That is, he talks to himself. Example:

We were having a BBQ for Chinese New Year [yes, my family does that. Shut up. ):] and he came over and said, "Blachan blachan is a must..." and then he scooped some and walked away. Then he came back and said, "chicken chicken where's the chicken? Oh, it's here. Chaaa." Yeah, he said 'chaa'. While spearing the chicken with his fork. LOL.
And then he walked away and 5 minutes later came back going "beef beef beef beef beef |:" which was strange because I was doing that too.

But it's funny, not just because he talks to himself, but because he says it all in this really sardonic monotone. Which makes it all the better.

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Sunday, February 14, 2010 @ 1:10 AM

I Love You!

Happy
Birthday, Hui Min!
Valentine's Day!
Chinese New Year!
A good night to all and to all a good night.

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Friday, February 12, 2010 @ 9:14 PM

All Generalisations Are Bad

Could someone please explain to me why on Earth cockroaches refuse to die?

Let me paint a picture:
You find one in your bathtub whilst you are showering [yes, people shower in bathtubs]. You try to utilise whatever you have at hand - aka, a high-powered stream of hot water - to kill the damn thing.

But cockroaches can't drown, you know. Nope. Your efforts serve futile.

So you try to force it down the drain in hopes that our public drainage system could be your saviour. It struggles, it persists, but so do you, and you finally get it down.
Just for it to climb up again.

And again.

AND AGAIN.

You want to take something to hit it with [preferably a newspaper] but hey, guess what, YOU'RE SHOWERING, so all you have are shampoo bottles and random loofah, neither of which are appropriate means of death. What's more, you find a newspaper! Then again, YOU ARE SHOWERING. So it'd get wet. You turn off the tap and try anyway. The newspaper is too soggy to use. The cockroach. Is. Still. Alive.
In a last attempt, you combine all your efforts - the water stream to make it lose its grip, the newspaper to push it, and finally you get it down the drain.
Finally it doesn't come back up. Though you do get this scary feeling that it's just waiting till you're gone to climb up again.

My life is so exciting.

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Sunday, February 7, 2010 @ 2:59 PM

Blah.

Blah blah blah, blah blah.
What's that, you say? This isn't a proper blog post?
Sue me.

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Thursday, February 4, 2010 @ 7:55 PM

SOY'B

I don't feel like commenting. I can do that, you know. It's my blog. Maybe I'll edit it.

Death Note cosplayers.

Nekozawa.

Naruto cosplayers.

Vocaloid cosplayers.

Ditto.

Rin and Kaito.

Miku and Kaito.
In other news: If I've done all I could have done, is what I've done enough? And what if I feel there's more to be done - even if there isn't?

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010 @ 10:20 PM

Mein Herz ist Gift für dich.

I've decided to attribute the 6 times I felt like crying (and the 4 times I did) over 'it' (at completely inappropriate times, I must add) to PMS. Because it just makes sense.

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