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Thursday, November 16, 2006 3:39 pm

Life as me. Life. As it is.

I think I'm either getting too old too quick or just simply have to much time at my fingertips.
De wei seems kinda envious as to how I am able to blog on so many topics that he simply couldn't think of. All I can say is, if you were in my shoes, then perhaps you would understand.
I am kinda deciding or rather, have decided to commit this entry to give the reader a quick summary of my life.
These pass 15 years ain't no heaven. But it ain't hell either.

I think everyone has seen death.
Not that I am cussing you or something. But I'm sure that you have (touchwood) seen close ones go.
The year that I was born, my great-grandma passed away. Then, if my sources prove to be right, a few months later, my uncle succumbed to Lung Cancer. He was a smoker.
I think perhaps I was born as somewhat a curse.
I have my grandparents with me.
Both paternal and maternal.
So, in a corny and ironical sort of way, I am kinda lucky to enjoy the comfort of having both grandparents from each side of the family.
At home, I have an over-caring mother who speaks to say that she wants me to be independent but still screams when I get too close to the swimming pool- i can't swim.
I have an Emo dad. He hardly talks to me and I don't usually talk to him either. Fancy that. But when he speaks, I am kinda heartened to say that his words are somewhat meaningful (although it's always filled with doubts).
But sadly, of the late, these 2 have become living hell to me.
They said that 15 years onwards, the child becomes havoc.
He acts havoc.
He wears havoc.
He creates havoc.
I don't suppose I am that of a disastor right.
I just want to clear things up.
And in this case, it's to really just shut up and let them talk for all's worth.
They will eventually shut up as well.
My primary school days were fun. I met friends that last till today. You know who you are. ^^
Back then, getting 75 marks for Science was considered a small fry. Getting a 90 was like having catch a dinosaur.
But now. It's a whole different story. I would already be thanking my stars if I could even pass my Science now.
I managed to live through Primary School while having my eyes fixed on Bugs Bunny and my hand scribbling some gibberish in the math paper Miss Liew gave us. Yea. Perhaps that's why I suck at math.
In Sec school I become a more of an introvert
Love was unheard of to me until the past few months and like what they say, the rest is history.
I think my love life is pathetic.
In a funny sort of way, there wasn't even one to begin with. So.. If you are asking me about issues about bgr, let me tell you that you are barking up the wrong tree. Ask me physics and perhaps, if you are lucky enough, I would not tell you that force is something that causes change.
Spare me the physics.
Julian picked out this formula just yesterday and showed it to me.

F= MA
In physics term, this formula would not be so alien to some.
But in that book.
This is the formula for the amount of shit you get at work or at school or something like that.
I can't remember what the individual letters stand for, will check it out soon.

So yea.
In that I think I can sum up my life, removing all those unnecessary details.
It's redundant really.
I haven't seen A today.
And I don't know why I am reporting this.
Haha.
Taggie ok.


this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.