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Thursday, May 17, 2007 8:19 pm

Ha. Ha.

I have been listening to this DJ for the past 15 minutes or so now and I think I am beginning to enjoy it. Unlike the "Muttons in the Morning" @ 98.7, this one is more subtle, more close to heart? The DJ said some time that I think is utterly useful to a particular someone out there.
"Kai(1) Bu(4) Kai(1) Xin(1), Bu(4) Zai(4) Yu(2) Ta(1) Ren(2), Er(2) Shi(4) Ni(3) Zhi(4) Zi (2) Ru(2) He(2) Kan(4) Dai(4)". There are many things in life worth shedding tears over, but I don't think settling for an A2 is worth it. To put it bluntly, I would think that it's just pure crazy.
I just had my dinner and almost got choked by a papaya. I guess I should not multi-task because I basically suck at it.
Ever notice how people acted on the bus? I was on the 100 bus home today. Because I was the "lone wolf", I grabbed the back seat while every other soul paired up with their friend. The Marists were talking about how stupid and malevolent their IC is. The other Marist had his ear phones plugged in and behave seemingly oblivious to everything around him. The two Ah Peks were gesticulating wildly and occasionally peppering their conversation with a few swears and sign languages. Some of you all had asked me where I got all these weird ideas to write my essays from. I tell you. It's from your surroundings.
I substituted learning and memorizing (which I hate) facts on the bus with observations. Then you know, like the gears of a bicycle, once you step on the pedal, your mind just begins processing. And before you know it, you have a potential story. Who says a ride on the bus is all noise and boredom?
I have forgotten what I had wanted to write. Ha. Ha. Ha.

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