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If you aren't blind, you would notice the glaringly obvious.

Not only that, also, now the only way you can comment on my blog is by clicking a button that says "AGREE WITH ME". 

After all the trash that has happened this year, initially I wanted to switch blogs. Then I realised it would be skin to symbolically betraying myself. And anyway, the question is- DO I WANT TO BE FOUND?

DO I WISH TO BE EASILY ACCESSIBLE? (Max says YES ._.)

Well, YES, I AM EASILY ACCESSIBLE. (Just don't access me through the classblog link. It brings you to something gayer than a rickroll.

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I haven't written in so long it feels awkward to try and form coherent sentences in writing and insert random nuances (which I like) at the same time.

Hey, it's 4.20am. I should go to sleep.

Mmmm, my bed now is a nest of food, drinks and history notes! I lit my aromatherapy lamp just to feel better about having to mug while the rest of 09A10 is partying. (or do they)

Note to self: Do not, I repeat, DO NOT try to study lying down.
You will all asleep. Confirm plus chop. Even if you had a three hour nap.

Jack n' Jill's Dewberry sandwich cookies are SO comfort food. I'm actually feeling so at ease I am not worried (yet) for History tomorrow, although I cannot say I am even decently prepared as of now, 2am.

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Something interesting that happened multiple times today.

"How was math?"
"Fuck off la, H1."

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They didn't bond Benjy!!!

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Going to dine with someone I miss alot tomorrow. HAPPY!

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A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.

He asked God, "Why did you make her so kind-hearted?"
The Lord responded, "So you could love her, my son."
"Why did you make her so good-looking?"
"So you could love her, my son."
"Why did you make her such a good cook?"
"So you could love her, my son."

The man thought about this. Then he said, "I don't mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?"

"So she could love you, my son."

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I really enjoyed reading Proof. Great stuff, for once, as a lit text.
Sarcastic intellectuals are an instant turn on.

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Bad sore throat. Source unknown. (...?)
Hopefully I don't fall sick. Haven't got much time left.

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I am obsessed with my PW project. It is really a good cause, was what I realised halfway through the project, even though Hofai claimed that he is not some foreign worker enthusiast, but was just too desperate for a PI.

Check this out.


This is why humanity is ugly.

I have finally decided on a Facebook username. Those fockers only let you change it once, so I took really long to decide, forgot about it and then remembered again today.

It's funny. Mokfai and I were telling Benjy that he should get an FB account to join our PW group on it, while simultaneously complaining about how stupid FB was. Consistency: yes!

www.facebook.com/ms.kuty

Can you see the lame-until-cannot-anymore-lame pun in it? :D


Ku. T.Y. -> KuTY -> Cuty -> Cutie
Fig1.1: Inverse intellect.


*facewall* D:

Well, in my defense, I only saw the ridiculously bimbotic pun AFTER I confirmed the username (which was purely intended as an abbreviation of my name).

Now I'm stuck as Ms.Kuty. 

I don't know how this works, have no idea why it works and am completely baffled by the fact that it works.

This ease and calmness which I had tried so hard to achieve a few months ago, how effortlessly it seems to come to me now.

Sense: This makes none.

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Something occurred to me today. I know this is alittlebit late, but...

WHY WONT THEY GIVE US A CLASSROOM?

Yeah, alittlebit slow.

I miss Nanyang. I mean like back then I could stick shit on the ceiling fan and have it stay there for a couple of days.

OH. AND I MISS ARMPIT VENTILATING UNIFORMS.
And tests which were easy to pass as hell.

And teachers THAT WERE ACTUALLY REASONABLE.


Ok, no more angst.
 

"You shouldn't eat so many eggs. You will die of high cholesterol."
*looks up*
"Look at her not giving a damn."

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What does opium do?
It makes The Chinese High.

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MCP: Malayan Communist Party. \o/
 

"What's after Econs tutorial?"
"2 hours of KI."
"Ki...got 2 hours one meh?"
"Followed by 3 hours of Chem."
"..."
"Did you study for SPA?"
"OH NO I DIDN'T BRING MY TEST TUBES!"

Cheap thrills!

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"Your pimples got better!"
"Yeah. Can eat can sleep of course good what."
"Tai tai life. You should marry a rich husband. Are there many rich husbands in HK?"
"Yes, there are, but the nature of husbands is that they're all married."

Dumbass.

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Shoving people down stairs is ridiculously satisfying.
Just ask Benjy!

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It's amazing how everything just falls into place when the heart is at ease. Who knew it'd be this simple?
-or I'd be this lucky?

Promos, PREPARE YOURSELF. Cos here I come.

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I think I figured out why I'm a poor excuse of a girl.
Capricorn is a horoscope ruled by Saturn, which gives off "cold and masculine vibes".
>>I'm a cool guy!
(Girls, that's your cue to swoon.)

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Was looking though my HK photos again. Found this



Extremely ridiculous picture of me looking insanely orgasmic on an airport cart.
I seriously have no idea who the hell took it, and just what on earth it's doing in my camera.

But then again, those carts are REALLY REALLY FUN to sit on. SRSLY.

National day is over, yet the residents of my estate are so patriotic they still leave our national flag flying high and proud. In some cases, the flag has already become a part of our lives.






'nuff said.

MINILOVE, that is not my bra.

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HWACHONG I WILL PWN YOU. I WILL WALK OUT IN ONE PIECE AND FART IN YOUR FACE.
YOU WILL NOT PWN ME BECAUSE I AM INFINITELY MORE AWESOME.

I am so happy. Idk why. Lol.

You know that Evony chick with the perky tits?

I just KNEW she was a porn star. I was on a forum when someone posted a link to her NSFW gallery.
http://www.canadianhottie.ca/babes-cat-304.html

Geez. Porn stars and their fuck me faces.
Not to mention she's got a nice pair of... eyes. *drools*
 

Feels good to be blogging again. Evidently I do not understand the concept of a hiatus. At most, it simply gives me and excuse to post irregularly, depriving my readers of what some dub, their "literary porn". I don't see how or why it works that way but I love my readers nonetheless.

I haven't been blogging ever since I got back from Hong Kong because my life and thoughts have been tossed completely off track and I was too distressed to bother about blogging and trying to make sense of so many incoherent thoughts. I was given a chance to put my life in order and to make up for the time I lost this holiday, but I decided to go and sprain my neck to the extent that I could do nothing but lie in bed and moan in pain for the entire day.

18 hours this time. Even with a perpetual acute pain in the neck. 

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Tracy: I'm bitchy that way.
Alfred: You're bitchy in EVERY way.

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A quote from Facebook: "Sometimes we put up walls. Not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to knock them down.

Sometimes the extent which people can perplex me disturbs me. Usually I don't care enough to give a damn. That, or for those that I actually bother, I figure them out. (Usually includes seeing something very disappointing.) And then there are those who do not disappoint because they are so different. And then there are those that I can't figure out, which frustrates me to no end. I would actually like to know what I am up against. Interacting with said people puts me on edge because it's like walking through a mist, and they are free to place obstacles to trip you over.

I prefer transparency. Mistiness makes me horribly insecure and jumpy.

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Sometimes, we dream. We imagine things that could not possibly happen or exist. We let our desires mingle with creativity to create what would be known as perfection. We all have our perfect stories, perfect dreams, perfect fantasies, where everything cannot be more right, and we could not want it anymore then we already do.

Then, we wake up, open our eyes and are dragged right down from heaven to earth. The joy abruptly ends, leaving only vague, lingering traces of what could have been the perfect bliss. It's 5.55AM, the time I wake up everyday for school. 5.55AM, because of novelty.

Sometimes I want to laugh at it all. I do not encounter nightmares in my dreams, because the nightmare only begins when I wake up. Do you dare take a look into the nightmare box? My dreams are my nightmare boxes. 

It is ironic that life becomes so dull when put next to a dream. A regular, normal, not-making-any-coherent-sense dream. In my dreams I can fly. Then I fall into a dirty yellow rubbish bin. Then I go to the ATM and withdraw $50000. In that order.

To quote Sylvia Plath, "I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead."

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I somehow managed to sprain my neck very badly while asleep yesterday night (I know it is 4AM. But thou shalt not question my sense of time.) And Spent yesterday and today in great pain. A plus is that the pain kept me wide awake while studying so the stuff really got through (except econs, which just doesn't -occur- to me, asleep or awake.) Too bad the pain got so damn unbearable today that I couldn't even lift my head off the pillow. Ow.

 Why is it that every single time I let someone into my life, my problems, let them see my feelings,

they end up hurting me?

"Touching show isn't it?"
"Yeah. Really inspiring."

Both our voices were shaking, the effort to steady our voices evident. Yet neither of us were willing to admit that we were moved to tears.
Turning back, we stared hard at the rolling credits, waiting for the tears hanging dangerously at the rims of our eyes to dry.

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Gosh, for how long have I not posted a decent entry?

I have somehow lost motivation to write.

Idk. I shall not theorise.

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Life is beautiful. Many things are beautiful.
I just got to feel this way.

But hope destroys you. It the the path to disappointment, because not all of us get to have our wishes come true.
In a world like this who dares to hope?

Or maybe I just don't know how to cherish what I already have.

Floating in a vacuum... again.

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Don't think. Don't feel. Just do.

Everything seems like a sad pity. 
A waste of time.

Life is a tragically pointless story.

The things that mean something to you - the ones that you really want
they're never within your reach.

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KI LIT MATH ECONS HISTORY.

KILMEH.

Apt indeed.

Photos of HK trip on my Facebook. Go see (:
 

It doesn't matter if it's true, if it's there or not.
If you don't acknowledge it, it may as well not exist. 

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I've finally done it.

I haven't been affected by anything since my breakdown on Tuesday. That's why I've been neglecting my blog. There is no need to escape and release the pent up emotions anymore.

The downside being, I forget to blog about the happy things too.

Might as well.

Without all this distress, I am able to get six hours of sleep on a weeknight.

 I've got a fuckload of work to handle. One month to promos.

Will update when I'm free.

I have never, ever stopped writing ever since I started blogging as a P5.

I am now putting my blog on hiatus for the very first time.
 

So, after the long dragged reading, I've finally finished Heart Of Darkness. Kurtz is a fucking scam can. I'm sorry, there is little I appreciate about the book, even in the style of writing. At least when I had to sear myself through Howards End (THE HORROR, THE HORROR!), Foster's decent writing kept me going. Which was why I took so long to finish HoD, which was way shorter. (Conrad's style is too jarring and harsh for me to plough through). And I'm too busy deleting the unnecessary words in my mind to actually appreciate his themes and symbols. Kthxbai. HoD not recommended.

Literary snob in me talking. Feel free to disagree.

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In a desperate attempt to stay awake during KI tutorial, I chewed on the inside of my lower lip. Next thing I knew, it was oozing blood. That kept me sufficiently awake for a while after that. Tasty blood.

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I think this is the only class where we sit together at the classbench and obnoxiously discuss the plethora of methods and exchange ingenious ideas on how to cheat the school of money and to get your name on the EMB, which include pretending to return (your own) money to the lost and found, flunking promos miserably, claiming that all the money found in school is yours because there is a hole in your pocket etc.

Another lively discussion would be on how not to do homework, yet pretend to and get away with it. Which reminds me of this:

That is so fucking shuai can.

So, after my escapade with Benjy's econs tutorial, we're sitting in class, and the teacher circles us, examining our tutorials.
I had only managed to fill up one page of my tutorial, so if she flips it I'd get busted. I didn't.
 

Maybe I was too harsh in my previous post. We're all prone to vent our frustration in wrong ways.