FF13

Is awesome. So awesomely pretty I could die. So awesome, that I-don't-play-RPGs Justin has been roped in. So awesome... Okay I'll stop now. But it *is* pretty awesome. :B

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Rant alert!

Day by day I grow a little more weary of women. So complicated, so complicating, so emotional, so sensitive, such drama magnets.

It drives me insane. Up the wall. I swear.

Now I know why boys were/are favoured as kids. Makes me wish I were a man but I'd have to marry one so that would kind of defeat the purpose.

I am making no sense.

The point is, companionship is supposed to make you feel good. Lift your spirits. Make you feel loved and appreciated and give you that extra kick to keep going on. But many a time when I'm in female company I just feel worried and frustrated and emotionally drained.

But how do you judge someone who's just like you.

Well that was utterly pointless. Moving on.

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Finals in April coming up soon. Starts a day before my birthday (can you say, whee?) and stretches out for 2 weeks. Lecturers are nagging us to get our studying rears in gear. And so it begins.

THANK GOD I will have a month's worth of hols in May before 2nd Sem starts. Oh God, 2nd Sem... *buries face in hands*

I'm guessing I'll major in Accounting; I'm realizing now that not having basics for Econs and Management theories makes things just a stretch harder to pick up.

On another note, was helping out Justin with Science and Math today when I realized that I totally cannot do Form 2 Math and Science anymore. I don't remember the basic rules for angles and indices and algebra; I can't remember what a cochlea does and why the doc sticks the syringe in your arm and not your eye for instance. Jeebus where did all that knowledge go.

I am smart I am smart I am smart yes I am...

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Speaking of high school stuff I was going through the scribblies in my old books when I found a jumbled poem I wrote while not paying attention in a certain class.

And so he writes
With chalk upon the blackboard
I think to myself: "Go fly kites,
I'm really bored!!!"

Sigh. I was such an eloquent child. Wide-range vocabulary too.

PS: I think I've figured it out. I just don't like you very much.

I Have Been Called Many Things.

I have been called a bitch.



I have been called perverted.



I have been called a "banana".



I have been called fat.

Ooh yeah baby come get some


I have been called blonde.



I have been called a big baby.



Heck; I've been called Ugly Betty.



Some have even compared my nose to Michael's.



But the one thing that I will not stand for, is if people call me

.

.

.

.

.

SEPET.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, *the face*. And his friend, *the finger*.

My eyes happen to be HUGE dammit.

See.

Fuck you very much.


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On a more sober note, I've noticed that a coupla buddies have been having it rough lately. I'm no good with words; especially when it matters. But hey! The sun's shining, the Earth's spinning round, you're still here. Cheer up 'kay! It doesn't do the stalker good to see ya down. :)

One day, I will man up enough to tell you that I care. Without sounding gay.

Until that day I shall remain chickenshit and ambiguous. And write nonsensical posts in a pitiful attempt to make you smile, if only for a second in your 24-hour day.

Loveyoumwahbye

I'm Ready! I'm Ready!

Bring it on, suckas!

Uh, I think. *twiddles thumbs*

Basic accounting is fun. 8B

I think I will do it every morning for the rest of my life. (super 8B)

Theory = Not so fun. :{