Tired desu.
Still need to cram for BT argh.
Someone needs to enlighten The Obsessed One that more lessons =/= more success.
Nvm. Tahan 6 more days.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Zzzzz...
Tired desu.
Still need to cram for BT argh.
Someone needs to enlighten The Obsessed One that more lessons =/= more success.
Nvm. Tahan 6 more days.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Maybe.
Being in the library alone today, I did a self-reflection on the preaching my mother gave me yesterday.
And perhaps what she says is true.
You can't always get what you want in life.
Which makes me recall of a phrase I heard while watching some anime (can't recall which), "Things you want the most are usually unattainable."
Maybe, I should just stop sighing and accept fate the way it is.
Anyway, I was quite in a positive mood today, instead of succumbing to further depression.
Maybe because of the dream I had last night.
An unexpected visitor in my Lalaland.
Who told me to take care of myself and add oil.
I will strive on, even as a lone ranger.
Arigatou gozaimasu.
And perhaps what she says is true.
You can't always get what you want in life.
Which makes me recall of a phrase I heard while watching some anime (can't recall which), "Things you want the most are usually unattainable."
Maybe, I should just stop sighing and accept fate the way it is.
Anyway, I was quite in a positive mood today, instead of succumbing to further depression.
Maybe because of the dream I had last night.
An unexpected visitor in my Lalaland.
Who told me to take care of myself and add oil.
I will strive on, even as a lone ranger.
Arigatou gozaimasu.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
S.E
I was about to do some ranting again, but for now, I shall hold back.
And continue to observe.
It might turn out to be interesting.
Whatever the results, I should be able to distinguish between the real and the fakes.
You'll know soon enough, desu.
And continue to observe.
It might turn out to be interesting.
Whatever the results, I should be able to distinguish between the real and the fakes.
You'll know soon enough, desu.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Depressing uni course requirements
Wah, looking at the Indicative Grades Profiles for admission to local universities pretty much scares me out.
For the course I am aiming for:
Now so competitive sia.
Oh well, expected la, this is Singapore afterall.
Anyway, currently hooked to this song.
Toradora's 2nd opening:
Translation here.
Off to continue Operation SIOW.
And to add on, my best friend is my arch nemesis.
She's none other than my laptop.
Must...control...computer...addiction...
For the course I am aiming for:
NUS Sciences (Chemistry)
10th percentile: BBBB
90th percentile: AAAA
NTU Chemistry & Biological Chemistry
10th percentile: BBBC
90th percentile: AAAA
Now so competitive sia.
Oh well, expected la, this is Singapore afterall.
Anyway, currently hooked to this song.
Toradora's 2nd opening:
Translation here.
Off to continue Operation SIOW.
And to add on, my best friend is my arch nemesis.
She's none other than my laptop.
Must...control...computer...addiction...
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Confessions of a Mudkip
*** Author's note: Was kinda bored yesterday so I came up with a crap story in "Nightly (fictional) confessions" thread in a forum I frequently visit.
Confessions of a Mudkip
Yes, you heard it right, I’m a Mudkip. That blue mudskipper Pokemon that doesn’t look like one at all. I have no idea why my creator made me this way. Oh well, who cares.
So I was minding my business, slacking at the Professor’s lab. I used to have lots of fun with Torchic and Treeko, two lifeforms whom I considered to be my best friends. We would spend the time running around the lab, playing hide-and-seek and holding competitions such as who would be able to repeat their names for the most number of times.
One day, good old Professor Birch decided to bring us along for his field trip at Route 101. We were kept into some weird stuff they called Pokeballs, for convenience sake. All of a sudden, I felt an impact, and the next thing I heard was the bark of a Poochyena followed by the Professor screaming for help.
I wanted to help but dang, I could not get out of my Pokeball. Troublesome thing. Then, all of a sudden, I heard footsteps coming into my direction. I heard the Professor muttering a few words, and all of a sudden, I felt I was flung forward. The Pokeball opened and out I appeared. I looked behind me and I saw a young guy, probably about 14 years old, staring at me. Now, who could this guy possibly be?
“Mudkip, use Tackle!” he shouted. Suddenly it dawned upon me. My freedom, my carefree days at the lab, they’re gone! Now I have to follow some trainer around in his quest to be the very best.
“What are you doing? Use Tackle now!” he insisted. I initially hesitated, but looking at the Professor who would be bitten anytime, I proceeded to beat the daylights of the Level 2 Poochyena.
And the rest of the story goes like this: Professor was thankful to the young guy, and gave me up to him as a reward. Damn you professor, how could you betray me…
But well, maybe it’s ain’t so bad afterall. At least I get to fight gym battles and challenge the Elite 4.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
I was made to participate in Pokemon Contests!
EEKS.
And now, I’m being hunted down by crazy trainers who apparently have a weird obssession with me.
“OMG IT IS A MUDKIP! I LIEK MUDKIPZ!”
Gotta run for now.
Confessions of a Mudkip
Yes, you heard it right, I’m a Mudkip. That blue mudskipper Pokemon that doesn’t look like one at all. I have no idea why my creator made me this way. Oh well, who cares.
So I was minding my business, slacking at the Professor’s lab. I used to have lots of fun with Torchic and Treeko, two lifeforms whom I considered to be my best friends. We would spend the time running around the lab, playing hide-and-seek and holding competitions such as who would be able to repeat their names for the most number of times.
One day, good old Professor Birch decided to bring us along for his field trip at Route 101. We were kept into some weird stuff they called Pokeballs, for convenience sake. All of a sudden, I felt an impact, and the next thing I heard was the bark of a Poochyena followed by the Professor screaming for help.
I wanted to help but dang, I could not get out of my Pokeball. Troublesome thing. Then, all of a sudden, I heard footsteps coming into my direction. I heard the Professor muttering a few words, and all of a sudden, I felt I was flung forward. The Pokeball opened and out I appeared. I looked behind me and I saw a young guy, probably about 14 years old, staring at me. Now, who could this guy possibly be?
“Mudkip, use Tackle!” he shouted. Suddenly it dawned upon me. My freedom, my carefree days at the lab, they’re gone! Now I have to follow some trainer around in his quest to be the very best.
“What are you doing? Use Tackle now!” he insisted. I initially hesitated, but looking at the Professor who would be bitten anytime, I proceeded to beat the daylights of the Level 2 Poochyena.
And the rest of the story goes like this: Professor was thankful to the young guy, and gave me up to him as a reward. Damn you professor, how could you betray me…
But well, maybe it’s ain’t so bad afterall. At least I get to fight gym battles and challenge the Elite 4.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
I was made to participate in Pokemon Contests!
EEKS.
And now, I’m being hunted down by crazy trainers who apparently have a weird obssession with me.
“OMG IT IS A MUDKIP! I LIEK MUDKIPZ!”
Gotta run for now.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
A different perspective on Valentine's Day
Have you ever wondered whether Valentine's Day is rather an evil occassion rather than a happy one?
While couples go out on a date , singles are left to rue on their bad luck.
While people gather and have fun with their friends, people who are unpopular, outcasts or those who are simply unable to integrate into society for some reason or another are left to rot at home.
And when these people look at how others are gratifying Valentine's Day, they start to cringe.
Valentine's Day is seen as the salt that is rubbed onto their wounds.
And it hurts.
While couples go out on a date , singles are left to rue on their bad luck.
While people gather and have fun with their friends, people who are unpopular, outcasts or those who are simply unable to integrate into society for some reason or another are left to rot at home.
And when these people look at how others are gratifying Valentine's Day, they start to cringe.
Valentine's Day is seen as the salt that is rubbed onto their wounds.
And it hurts.
Frustrated.
Frustrated. Tired. A tinge of sadness.
Think this is going to be my worse Valentine's Day ever.
Would like to rant, but guess I rather keep it to myself for fear I might get flamed by certain people.
Ah,
But this has to make up for it.
Badass. Ulquiorra's release, that is.
and maybe this too to a smaller extent...
Need some sleep for now.
Think this is going to be my worse Valentine's Day ever.
Would like to rant, but guess I rather keep it to myself for fear I might get flamed by certain people.
Ah,
But this has to make up for it.
Badass. Ulquiorra's release, that is.
and maybe this too to a smaller extent...
Need some sleep for now.
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