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Sunday, December 07, 2008 1:46 pm

A few things in water.

I think it's only a matter of time before I call IMH my home. You know in those tv commercials where this girl is in a dilemma? Then out comes the inner Devil and the angel. It's a plenty normal thing cause I believe that everyone has an inner devil as well as a heart of gold; it just depends on the circumstances and many other shitty variables. Anyway, I don't think I've this angel and demon side- you see my demon side everyday by the way. My angelic side? Hahah, April Fool's over. But I think I have this inner 'zhiyang' inside me. Maybe it's the common ailment that bugs single child families. We have to come up with imaginary stuff. And I mean lots of imaginary stuff. I remember I once used the bamboo pole that Mother used to hang clothes and wielded it around like the Monkey God. Invariably, it ended up breaking the clock and a couple of ornaments here and there; so that explains why my home is void of any ornaments. I could had destroyed Dad's precious television as well. And I have without a shadow of doubt be sure that he would return the favour by cracking open my numbskull.

I think I just got another voice in my head. I am pretty sure it's a male one cause it's pretty low. Kinda spooky if it was a high pitched female voice anyway; I could think that that girl from F.E.A.R resided in my subconsicous. Brrr. But I like this new voice. The old one just said "No..No..No. Die die die." That's why I am mostly a skeptic. But this new one...call it hope. Okay, that's a pretty gay name for a guy voice. =.= But anyway, this one is optimistic. And that's nice for a change. So maybe I will get that A for Math next year. I will get that A for PW. I will not get killed by Jill or Chrystal for ponning tkd. Yeah. Stuff like that.

While swimming today, I have concluded a couple of things about me.

1) I cannot, I repeat, cannot swim front crawl for my life. I can, at best, swim for like 2 laps-Olympic size-before dropping dead. But I somehow survived.(See, optimistic side). And the coach is probably going to push me even more next week. Bring it on buster. (See, optimistic side again).

2). I am a rather lucky kid. As much as there are drawbacks for being an only child, you tend to get more or less n times the joy and fun and TOYS and other stuff. N denoting the multiplier if you came from like..a family of 5 etc etc. But of course, if you were that haphazard like I were when I was young, you got quite a bit of shit. I lost count of the number of canes I broke. But mother improvised. She started using the hanger and that was when I discovered the door lock.

3). I think the girl in Jesse McCartney's Leavin' MV is very hot. Haha. I hardly use that term for any XX. But damn, when I saw her..I was like..a complete retard.

Anyway, off to work.

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