whee! pop the champagne because i am finally done with the DISASTROUS business law which entirely exhaust the strength i had in my hands, and fried my brains. although i have to admit i will soon start shivering in two weeks as my results will be released, i guess i should not bother too much.

honestly, i have no expectations, after all, i had only put in six hours of mugging, and in comparison to those i had surveyed before i entered that cold harsh examination hall, i think i deserve to fail.

but then again, i think my intelligence should serve me some good to hopefully, give me borderline pass and thankfully, my friend from accountancy gave me some good push with her notes. i need to pray again tonight.

surprisingly, i decided not to party and get drunk in celebration of my liberation from the apparently deemed perpetually boring module. somehow, i just got so tired of getting myself indulge in that heavily pounding music beat and bass, and the exorbitant price of the bottle hard liquor. in the end, the silent night at the beach was more enticing for me. the musical instrument, the sea breeze, was all it required for me to smile.

did i mention i did an short advertisement for my school's investment club for their gala dinner. it was an attempt to hopefully gather more year ones to attend it and i hope with my help, they can manage a kind crowd to turn up!

in fact i was rather happy that i accepted that job as it managed to allow me to gain more experience in acting, and of course, to act with the school belle, jh. it was heaven. whee!

so a preview as promised, the link is below!

http://www.vimeo.com/5726561

i am so getting tired of the party life and enjoying my days staying home. i am going to become a housewife...

sigh. i think i slept too much, i dreamt that i was SHREK. that GREEN MONSTER. i detest green, how nice if i was in pink instead, or maybe purple, so that my nephew will love me more as i look like Barney.

omg.

someone please slaughter me, and amputate me. or at least WHIP MY ASS so that i can realize how LAZY i am now.

my paper is at one in the afternoon, and now i am only halfway done with studying.

i see the demise of my Business Law Module.

F**k.

Special semester is supposedly in existence to help poor souls like me, clear more modules so that i will not be drowned by the overwhelming cores in future, and also, to help me drag my GPA up because i only have to focus on one module.

now, it does not help, and it might just send me into the pig hole.

ARGH.

this is the best example of procrastination, and A PIG in a human's disguise.

fellow friends, please take me as a good lesson learnt.

and see, i even have the time to blog.

my paper is in three days, yet, i have touched almost nothing much of the notes i am given, and the textbooks i have gotten to better equip myself for the upcoming tests.

i have to concede to the undesirable truth, i am a king of procrastination.

maybe i should lower down my standards and aim for a B+? but then again, with the amount of effort i have put, i should be thankful to god that i am even going to be awarded a B.

argh.

i am a LAZY BEAR and i am desperately in need to shed off another three kilograms off my body mass but it seems so arduous because my weight appears to be stagnant at 78! perhaps i should try Xando, which apparently helps Moses Lim lose many inches off his buoyant which will keep him alive in the sea when the plane crashes without his life jacket.

i need some solid motivation, someone please kick my ass and pull my hair to instigate me to study and start cramming some real good information i need to know about my law module into my brains before i start panicking and suffer from a black out in the examination hall.

please?

and i want my mummy's new car, especially the four exhaust pipes which go VROOM VROOM :(

my vios needs an upgrade.

this is probably the biggest shock in my life, and i swear, i almost screamed the whole Lee Wee Nam Library collapsed when my friend exposed the darkest secret of one of my Goddess i have been envying, and worshiping.

Megan Fox was a MAN.

omg.

she was previously called Mitchell Reed Fox and all these relevant information about her can be googled once you simply type in, "Megan Fox is a male."

the advance technology today has work wonders in our lives. and i cannot believe that i was once fantasizing about her and even jerked myself off thinking of her in my mind.

F**k.

not that i am against or detest Tranny, it is just that, it was a total surprise to me, she look absolutely, womanly, not at all a bit that resembles a male. and i have to admit, her plastic surgeon is really skillful, hopefully i wish i can get a doctor that good to fix my face for me since i never really like my nose.

that day i went around asking my friends if they would marry a male who underwent sex change, and if that "girl" is as sizzling hot as Megan Fox, most of them gave me a sitting on the fence answers. which means, physical appearance still plays a role.

as for me, i guess, if love really do sparkle off between us, nothing should matter:) after all, what are the chances you meet someone you really love in this life? of all, that matters, as long as one is happy, who should bother?

anyway, i really suspect if the news was bogus. maybe it is just another act of the paparazzi to let her gain fame easier.

and i heard that she earned her role by washing Micheal Bay's car for him.

damn, i wish she will wash my vios for me.

whee!

yay! my special semester is finally coming to an end, but wait, that also mean that i am probably going to see the demise of my module of Business Law soon.

the examination for MB107 is actually just next Wednesday, less than ten days away.

sigh.

life sucks.

i wonder how i am going to manage this test of knowledge, after all, i am already like an rusty iron, losing its functionalities. with myself losing the battle to the ZZZ monster every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, i barely remember the crucial points which were specifically highlighted by my lecturer.

did i mention, he especially loves me too. Somehow, every lesson, my name will be echoed in the seminar room. and usually silence follows after that because i had fallen off my chair from my building of castles in the air. this is so typically me.

but, i guess it should not be too difficult, after all ten days was all i took to study for the tonnes of modules in engineering, which in the end, still earn me decent grades. so this one module, hopefully, will not be too much of an obstacle to me.

I CANNOT WAIT FOR MY LIBERATION FROM UBER DUPER DRY MODULE!

anyway, i did an short advertisement for my school's investment club today. although it was only going to be screen for 30 seconds on campus, it took us three hours to completion.

i was deadbeat.

and to think that i had to strap on my apron later to deal with my nephew, i almost jumped off from ADM building.

i am SO EXHAUSTED, i swear i will snore my ceiling collapse again and i am craving for MY VANILLA ICE-CREAM but i cannot eat, because i am feverish:(

just a sudden random thought that sprung up in my mind. i want to be able to fly freely in the vast blue sky. i wonder if there are any hidden connotations tied up to this inadvertent urge that jerked itself upon in my mentally exhausted mind.

somehow this entire week, i have been overwhelmed by the packed schedule which kept me running about everywhere. and my supposedly ten hours of sleep a day has been compromised to only three, which means, i am critically in deprivation of sleep.

i see myself, inevitably, falling ill again.

the promotion of the new korean series today at junction 8 was at least fun. although i had to admit i almost had problems adjusting to facing the camera, after all, i have detached myself from the rolling films since march, but getting it back, isn't too bad after all.

it was also interesting having groups of people approaching me for photo taking, but i bet they have no idea who i am at all.

wth.

anyway, i think i am going to sleep my sunday away, to serve as a compensation for these draining activities that has sucked almost all the energy i had left in me.

here i come my polar bears and my dearest heart shaped pillow which has been with me since i was born.

yummy:) my bed looks tantalizing.

i just do not feel like talking to anyone.

BECAUSE it is good lazing at home and watch Sailormoon, my childhood favorite.

i prefer being 10 years old.

no responsibilities, just studying. no worries, just playing. no complex issues, just simple minded playing catching around in the playground. no problems, just algebra.

life was easier.

i have decided to let go of what happened because it should not bother me. whoever fault it is, does not really concern me. for another time, i will pretend i have contracted, selective memory.

all is over, be gone with the wind.

so shall i:)

did i mention why i like Sailormoon since i was young? well, it is not because i am some perverted old man who enjoys and gets high on seeing young girls transform and change, or because each time they were being thrown against the wall and their skirts reveal their panties, but because the girls displayed how true their friendships were.

the animation was not just about killing and defeating the dark forces which shadowed Earth. maybe on the most superficial part, yes, it is just about using special endowed powers to them, to kill monsters and to restore peace, but i believe the writer has more to show than that.

the girls had tremendous belief in true love, and genuine friendships. regardless of the obstacles placed in front of them, there were inseparable and were always side by side with each other. Usagi (sailormoon), had so much faith in love and trusted that the world is a very beautiful place to live in. death was never an issue and a threat to them.

how resplendently written.

but then, fairy tales are after all fairy tales. somehow, i always thought that the world is more tainted that it appears to be.

ironical isn't it, when we wrote such lovely stories of impeccability, we can never create such a scene in real life situations.

maybe this statement is true after all.

humans and perfection, never crossed.

:)

everyone in the scene fights to be the victim.

why?

because probably being the victim is the protagonist in a story, and the aggressor, is the antagonist, which definitely serves to be, less fortunate, and does not enjoy as much privileges as of course, the mr good guy in the play.

for once, i resigned my fate and i would rather be the one, who kills the best man, and ruin the entire happily ever after ending.

it is frustrating, and maybe even exhausting to keep putting on with things especially patience is never part of my virtue. i have to shyly admit that my threshold acquired, is probably much shorter than the average human beings but then, that is not the point. people always claim their innocence, and pretend like the others are none appreciative, and selfish because the other party appears to think for himself, but then again, has the person himself/herself see his/her reflection in the mirror.

for this entire episode, i have concede to the fact most of it, i kept it to myself because even my best friend, fails to understand. she claims herself, as a victim and honestly, why is she even involved?

so who hears me so far? who heard my side? hello?

you? you? or you?

then i realized, i do not like talking nowadays, because no-"thing" is reliable. sadly to say, trust in others is not something i am born with anymore to have in me for others. "it" had seen its own detriment very long ago so maybe i am going ahead with the tattoo on my arms so that i can remind myself what is the definition of it, and of course, its existence.

"Trust, hope, and love" ; the three most powerful words in the BIBLE.

SHITE. I HAVE NONE OF THEM IN ME.

this entire thing is F--king irritating.

humans are F--king complex.

and i apologize for using the F--king word. it just got me rather intrigued because that day as i was watching an old time american movie whereby in that era when the F word was the "in" thing, one of the female actress said it so nice, i thought it sounded like a melody and not some AN-LIAN. but then again, AH LIANs do not use F word, they use profound Hokkien vocabularies that explicitly describe the scent of their own sex genitals. ever since then, i have been trying to master the art of F, without having it sound so crude but sexy.

so in the end, the world has someone to turn to, and me, i shall bury my head into the some infinite abyss.

F--k the world.

F--ktards.

i can care no more!

see what i mean, being solitary is much easier.

FANTASTIC