it’s funny how if you say, one cannot always get what he/she wants in life – deal with it
and how dealing with it points to coping with the preexisting state and context,
but then again it also means fighting out the conflict, the way one thinks it should be dealt with
so, that is i believe where you are wrong
dear friends
if you have received some stupid email from me titled “Fotos somethingsomethingordunowhat” please do ignore and delete it as soon as you see it i have an extremely ominous feeling that it is a virus
and also of course, you know i do not spell ‘photos’ as ‘fotos’
sigh
on another note, lately i’ve been spending quality time (x2) with my television – Fullmetal Alchemist, Monster, the 9oclock cantonese show, Honey and Clover, Jon and Kate Plus 8 (bahh), Little Britain, The Office, 30 Rock and of course everything korean etctecetc
tonight i had a pleasant surprise – SCRUBS (SEASON 8)!!! : D
it’s been long, and this episode of Scrubs came along with Death Cab For Cutie in the soundtrack what a bonus!
okay fine nothing much to rave about but yes that is just about the highlight of my very mundane (albeit intensely packed) monday besides buying Collon (you know, the biscuits) for only 95cents
anyhow tonight’s episode of Scrubs was about J.D. and Turk’s annual bro-mantic Steak Night
and how they skipped it to make a dying man’s last moments comfortable (they went to buy beer because the dying man wanted it and subsequently also bought condoms and a flare gun so they wouldn’t look like losers buying only a bottle of beer)
it was a bit sad, hilarious and most of all heartfelt
here’s to hoping that when we all come to our individual ends our last thoughts would also be that of happy ones : )
you sound different these days
like a chill to the bone that freezes and thaws, and becomes lesser
and narrower, again and again freeze and thaw and freeze
mouth agape emanating a silent scream that evolves into the convulsive, clutching and gasping and arresting yet still unheard
so alien
this
then again maybe it is me who has departed, and gone away
SO YOU THINK MONEY CAN’T BUY HAPPINESS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?!?!?!?!?!?!
DO YOU REALLY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
FOOL
LOOK HOW HAPPY MONEYMAN IS!!!
also just to add, i don’t give a shit if you think money cannot buy happiness!!!
THAT’S WHAT YOU THINK!
unbeatable! real! earthly! pulpalicious! goodness!
always go nuts over this
because i wound up with a really shitty timetable for the semester (my own foolishness, i admit) i had to resort to appealing for two modules which i really want to take, and in all gratefulness i got them both
although
Dear WOO TZE SHUN,
The following module has been allocated to you:
Module Code: PS3251
Module Title: International and Regional Organisations
Your Program account is now bankrupt.
yes i actually agreed to bankruptcy so that i can do the modules i want hahahahahahaha
do tune in next semester, my lovely readers, for some bitching about insufficient/non-existent points (better work my ass off for these self-inflicted poverty woes)
meanwhile it is time for some celebratory Häagen-Dazs Belgian Chocolate ice-cream! whoo
very fed up that school is starting
very, very fed up indeed
edited:
just two weeks ago i was suffering from insomnia, and being some sort of a cyberchondraic (of course, Wiki the world) i tried to figure out the causes and cures for this online, which obviously surfaced as a cause for alarm because in a nutshell it indicated that i had/have an Anxiety Disorder : O
and then i fell sick and sleep became a deep and heavy narcortisation which was great except they came with very warped dreams (say, about two ah lians demanding that i buy a bun from them upon which i was really insistent on defying, etcetcetc really you have no idea)
these nights it’s all about acoustic, acoustic and more acoustic – and then sleep gets a lot more easier (and hopefully earlier)
amid all the banes in life i have to say that i am thankful for good friends and good music
but i also have this to say – i don’t like (my) mediocrity
and lack of direction, or going in all directions
and resistance
so many things i wish i had and have in my capacity to act upon with real, physical, tangible actions with great, big, awesome consequences
hey love, where you going to?
you’re not sleeping anymore, you’re just trying to
stay love, where you running to?
awful happens all the time, don’t let it kill you
Good Night, and Good Luck
not sure if it’s the sore throat/flu or the live acoustic bootlegs (whoo check that out Bootleg) of Ben Gibbard (awesome, awesome stuff – please come back i promise i’ll do anything to be there)
but the cloudy mornings/afternoons of late sure are awfully nostalgic
just last night i got the best news ever! the kind that really turned the tables around and made me feel tons better
contrarily, this morning i got even worse news
like, yesterday’s good news i could have learnt to live without, but today’s bad news concerns my life in the bigger picture
and so it is highly likely that i have earned my own ruin by screwing things up (or not, that remains to be seen)
this anger is self-constructed and built on a ludicrous stupidity, the most unintelligent sort
that, and an atrocious internet connection
please don’t get any worse from here please please
> : (
