Messy.
Oily.
Sticky.
The CNY carnival.
Very messy.
Very oily.
Very sticky.
The CNY carnival. That is, if you get creamed.
Very messy hair.
Very oily hair.
Very sticky hair.
The CNY carnival. That is, if you get creamed. Right on the head.
"But never mind, it's all in good fun, isn't it? Isn't it? Wasn't it? No?"
"..."
Friday, January 27, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
what you do when you don't know what to write
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write, like this:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Is it me, or
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And everytime I don't know what to write, I write:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. It's hard for me to come up with proper sentences, even, so much so I wonder,
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write, something like:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And in the end, I don't know why but
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Sigh, I'm getting tired already, and I am pretty much an IT-illiterate, so
Is the novelty wearing off, or what?
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Is it me, or
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And everytime I don't know what to write, I write:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. It's hard for me to come up with proper sentences, even, so much so I wonder,
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write, something like:
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. And in the end, I don't know why but
Is the novelty wearing off, or what? I don't seem to be able to blog properly at all, having to force myself to think about something to write. Sigh, I'm getting tired already, and I am pretty much an IT-illiterate, so
Is the novelty wearing off, or what?
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
What would it be like to learn all over again?
There's this question I will always ask myself each time I come across a difficulty when studying or doing homework.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
No, seriously.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
Hmm.
I'd definitely study harder, work smarter, and try to do better.
But then, there are certain stages in my learning process I may never want to encounter again, like my agony in learning Math, which I once thought of as perpetual. Though, of course, I still do think of it as perpetual. Well.
Then I'd begin to compare all that to what I'm experiencing now, and find that for the most part of it, I'd be learning very much differently than what I'm doing now. And all the differences that were between the two would most likely to affect daily routine life as well, with much more time devoted to the desk rather than, well, the desk. Since the laptop's on the desk.
But then again, I wouldn't want to give up the learning experience that I went through these past few years. Sure, there were some I hated, some I disliked. And then there were those that I detested, which I loathed to the very core. And pretty much nothing else. Hm.
But anyway, the main thing is, I always thought at the end; the now. Not the past, neither the future. Well, maybe a little of the future, but mostly, focus on the present. For it has the most to give, since well, you know, presents. You know, those wrapped-up things with cute little ribbons on top, with a tag attached on which there's a name you do not recognise, reason being hardly anyone gives you presents. Which is hardly any wonder. Remember, 12/3. Write it down somewhere. Oh great, never have I been so fixated about "the present" until I encounter a Math difficulty. Just great.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
No, seriously.
"What would it be like to learn all over again?"
Hmm.
I'd definitely study harder, work smarter, and try to do better.
But then, there are certain stages in my learning process I may never want to encounter again, like my agony in learning Math, which I once thought of as perpetual. Though, of course, I still do think of it as perpetual. Well.
Then I'd begin to compare all that to what I'm experiencing now, and find that for the most part of it, I'd be learning very much differently than what I'm doing now. And all the differences that were between the two would most likely to affect daily routine life as well, with much more time devoted to the desk rather than, well, the desk. Since the laptop's on the desk.
But then again, I wouldn't want to give up the learning experience that I went through these past few years. Sure, there were some I hated, some I disliked. And then there were those that I detested, which I loathed to the very core. And pretty much nothing else. Hm.
But anyway, the main thing is, I always thought at the end; the now. Not the past, neither the future. Well, maybe a little of the future, but mostly, focus on the present. For it has the most to give, since well, you know, presents. You know, those wrapped-up things with cute little ribbons on top, with a tag attached on which there's a name you do not recognise, reason being hardly anyone gives you presents. Which is hardly any wonder. Remember, 12/3. Write it down somewhere. Oh great, never have I been so fixated about "the present" until I encounter a Math difficulty. Just great.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy new year.
It's the new year of 2006, and here I am, blogging.
It's funny the way how time flies, like the pheasant that was scared off by the gunshot of a hunter, like the Airbus that SIA has just procured among many others, like the threatening mosquito by the proverbial landing spot right around the ankle. It's funny the way how time flies, so much so that unknowing people like you and me, and just about everyone else in the world, misses it just as it passes, and fail to make good use of it by doing inane things, many of which I am all too familiar with. And all too soon, the year comes to an end, and with it, so do the things in it, except school. Of course, there are holidays, but, what did you expect? Of course there must be holidays.
It's also funny the way how we forget things that we've learnt or experienced very quickly all too soon, for example, trigonometry or the rules of indices, just to name a few. It also isn't a coincidence that all of those have got to do with mathematics, the syllabus of Secondary 3, to be precise.
But now, it must all come to an abrupt, no doubt apt, end, since I have no idea what to blog about anymore, and that I'm too sleepy (yes, on New Year's day) to make out what is sense and nonsense anymore. So, if what you've been reading is deemed as the same content that should belong in a library book that has been condemned, please spare me brutal honesty (I can't take it very well, sorry), and just wish me a Happy New Year.
It's funny the way how time flies, like the pheasant that was scared off by the gunshot of a hunter, like the Airbus that SIA has just procured among many others, like the threatening mosquito by the proverbial landing spot right around the ankle. It's funny the way how time flies, so much so that unknowing people like you and me, and just about everyone else in the world, misses it just as it passes, and fail to make good use of it by doing inane things, many of which I am all too familiar with. And all too soon, the year comes to an end, and with it, so do the things in it, except school. Of course, there are holidays, but, what did you expect? Of course there must be holidays.
It's also funny the way how we forget things that we've learnt or experienced very quickly all too soon, for example, trigonometry or the rules of indices, just to name a few. It also isn't a coincidence that all of those have got to do with mathematics, the syllabus of Secondary 3, to be precise.
But now, it must all come to an abrupt, no doubt apt, end, since I have no idea what to blog about anymore, and that I'm too sleepy (yes, on New Year's day) to make out what is sense and nonsense anymore. So, if what you've been reading is deemed as the same content that should belong in a library book that has been condemned, please spare me brutal honesty (I can't take it very well, sorry), and just wish me a Happy New Year.
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