yet another trip to school for consulation wasted, as the teacher gets hogged selfishly by people of far superior capabilities that need definitely no more help than i do. i wonder why such megalomaniacs find it so pleasing to have all the resources by themselves, leaving the aspiring weak to rot in hell.
as seen from this curve taken from a sociology website, i would belong to the borderline of the late majority and the laggards ( i still pick up stuff better than a few yea?).
SO WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DEPRIVING ME OF HELP YOU BASTARDS. ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE? THE ONLY THING GETTING OUT IS YOUR BLOOD YOU BITCHES.
perhaps ive been trying too hard to get noticed by anyone.
as seen by this natural frequency curve (a simple metaphorical reference), if the frequency of my trying to get everyone to notice me is too much, its effect will drop to even lower than if i didnt do anything. hence im sure ive been trying too hard. also. it would have a negative effect.
perhaps. its something i done in my previous lives. as a buddhist i believe in reincaration, causes and effects yea? its payback time, so be it. i'll stare it in the face.
maybe you think im thick-skinned everytime u see me around in school. not knowing shame by hanging around even though i realise the whole gang just hates me or something. theres that side of me you do not know. and dun even try to. it hurts. if you try, you're gonna get hurt too.
perhaps. this is the only true hearted post in my entire fucking blog.
7 days including today to the next big hurdle that comes after O levels. promotional exams. unlike vs, mjc isnt very kind with promotions. well good reasons, it has.
1, its young. it cant afford to have buggers to screw up A levels and affect the overall cohort results. 2, screw up A levels. its hastala vista, baby. to your ever-so-bright future. u spend 2 years building a futile future, only to be needing to spend another 3 years of trying again. O levels, at most you onli need to spend an extra year at a HIGHER level of education than O standard. so yea there you go.
physics today. hope to complete 2 papers so that tomorrow can have stuff to clarify with mr teo. ill be grateful to him. in fact all my tutors.despite my lazing around, gave up they have not. realised the potential in me, i have.
also i noticed that slipknot songs can be very motivational in general. based on the lyrics. want to hear them, get them from me. tag my board to do that.
i have concluded that to the low-middle income class group like myself, price is linearly proportional to volume of product/quantity of service.lets tell a story. mum goes with sis to shop. sis wants a cap. a good one from some beach wear boutique costs about. 20-odd? ( as if im not planning to get one from 77th st) mum claims she can get the same quality for 5 bucks at pasar malam. vad der farg.yes they are both fabric knit in such a way that it fits onto our skull with comfort. but the worksmanship? the brand integrity? alright fine so now we have budget production lines from certain countries filled with either extremes of the color spectrum that can produce just about anything twice as fast, half as costly, and just as good. oops please dont sue me for racism. hey blacks are good rappers. whites cant rhyme for nuts.
hu cares. u can always find stuff just as good in the most remote of places. like i got my stone temple pilots CD at a hidden store at shaw towers. $12.90.
speaking of STP. found this song rather symphathetic to myself. its about a one sided love story. about how much the guy tries to get it reciprocated, and how much he tries to salvage it. his efforts swim like a brick.
She turned away, what was she looking at? She was a sour girl the day that she met me Hey, what are you looking at? She was a happy girl the day that she left me
What would you do? What would you do if I follow you? What would you do? I follow
Don’t turn away, what are you looking at? He was so happy on the day that he met her Say, what are you looking at? I was a superman, the looks are deceiving
The rollercoaster ride’s a lonely one I pay the ransom note to stop it from steaming Hey, what are you looking at? She was a teenage girl when she met me
What would you do? What would you do if I follow you? What would you do? I follow
What would you do? .... The girl got reasons They all got reasons
What would you do? ....
Hey, what are you looking at? She was a happy girl the day that she left me The day that she left me / the day that she left me She was a happy girl the day that she left me The day that she left me / the day that she left me She was a happy girl the day that she left me...
In order to become a man of knowledge, one must be a warrior, not a whimpering child. One must strive without giving up, without complaint, without flinching.
One learns to act like a warrior by acting, not talking.
To be a warrior, a man has to be, first of all (and rightfully so) keenly aware of his own death. But to be concerned with death would force any of us to focus on the self, and that would be debilitating. So the next thing one needs, to be a warrior, is detachment. The idea of imminent death, instead of becoming an obsession, becomes an indifference.
Only the idea of death makes a man sufficiently detached so he is incapable of abandoning himself to anything. Only the idea of death makes a man sufficiently detached so he can't deny himself anything. He knows his death is stalking him and won't give him time to cling to anything, so he tries, without craving, all of everything.
A detached man has only one thing to back himself with - the power of his decision. He has to be the master of his choices. He must fully understand that his choice is his responsibility, and, once he makes it there is no longer time for regrets of recriminations. His decisions ares final, simply because his death does not permit him time to cling to anything.
A warrior does not abandon himself to anything, not even to his death. A warrior is not a willing partner; a warrior is not available, and if he involves himself with something, you can be sure that he is aware of what he is doing. For a warrior, there is nothing out of control. Life, for a warrior, is an exercise in strategy.
The spirit of a warrior is not geared to indulging or complaining, nor is it geared toward winning or losing. The spirit of a warrior is geared only to struggle, and every struggle is a warriors last battle on earth. Thus the outcome matters very little to him. In his last battle on earth, a warrior lets his spirit flow free and clear. And as he wages his battle knowing that he will be impeccable, a warrior laughs and laughs.
I’m on the outside I’m looking in I can see through you See your true colors Cause inside you’re ugly You’re Ugly like me I can see through you See to the real you
All this time That I felt like this won’t add Once for you
And I taste What I could never have It’s from you All those times That I tried My intentions Full of pride
And I waste More time than anyone
I’m on the outside I’m looking in I can see through you See your true colors Cause inside you’re ugly You’re ugly like me I can see through you See to the real you
All the times That I’ve cried
All that’s wasted It’s all inside
And I feel All this pain Stuffed it down It’s back again
And I lie Here in bed All alone I can’t mend
And I feel Tomorrow will be okay But I know
That I’m on the outside I’m looking in I can see through you See your true colors Cause inside you’re ugly You’re ugly like me I can see through you See to the real you
lets just say the little boy has grown up a bit more after these couple of days. well recently i have been in conversations involving relationships. love. as a topic. seems to me people our age have matured from relating love to erotic fantasies.to somewhat of some kind of mental state. its very puzzling to me.
"Burn, Burn" Where do I begin, with this life we're living in Market youth their uniform, make us all fit in But do you think, that we're that blind? That we can't see through all your lies
[chorus:] Cause it's no good Burn burn the stations We'll burn it down Burn burn the truth Enjoy the flames In celebration Enjoy the sound For us, for them, for you
I know that I've been told My intergrity was sold Priced and placed upon the shelf It's worth it's weight in gold But do you think we've lost our minds? Yeah we can see through all your lies
Cause it's no good Burn burn the stations We'll burn it down Burn burn the truth Enjoy the flames In celebration Enjoy the sound For us, for them, for you
Burn burn the truth the lies the news Burn burn the life that you cant choose Burn burn the hate that gets you through
Burn burn for us, for them, for you [x8]
Cause it's no good Burn burn the stations We'll burn it down Burn burn the truth Enjoy the flames In celebration Enjoy the sound
friends are important. especially when they tell you to fuck off. and change for the better.
when they just tell you to fuck off, friends no more dude.
so yea. thanks blade.
wee~ my new green day skin.
a glimpse of my life: today back in vs' teacher's day celebration, ronin came to do a gig. then they did a rendition of the anthem. complete with electric guitars and drums. somehow we (the alumni) heard some comparison of a certain figure to a certain domestic pet. it happened again at their 3rd (was if 3rd?) number. then their mics got cut off. and levan had to woo the crowd to sing black maria with him. victorians. appreciate metal more. too much emo pop is not good for health. just like weed.
Tete Moi Le Dard Enculer (lick my dick you fucked faggot)
Naheuy
Hana Fishy <3
Samick Guitar
Victorian
[Nil Sine Labore]
Meridian [Mugger]
HANA THE HERMIT
Wants
Class 3 Licence
Honda Jazz/Fit
Maybe a Nissan GTR =x
Or a EvoX will do too =p
Sony Bravia HDTV
Xbox 360
To pick up guitar skills again
To build up a noob investment portfolio
Double degree!
i will rise again. and prove all u fuckfaces wrong.
