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{ January 15, 2008 @ 4:38 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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I am not going to say that it’s been a while since I’ve last rambled on about my flamboyant life because I’m not. Plus, I’m vair vair exhausted from everything and anything that’s been going on in school.

Anyway, I hope you’re all alrighty as many numerous alrighty things.

I hate to break this piece of heartbreaking news to all you webettes, whom I loooooove so vair much, but…I’m still telling. So the bad news is, looks like my SECOND attempt at blogging has come to an unfortunate end too. Do you get it? Do you get it? Do you get what I’m saying??? I guess you do then. Hahahaha. Though it’s not vair funny at all. But anyway, it’s not like I’m dying or something but if I continue with this really twity thing I’m writing, it’s starting to feel like some sort of will. Brr.

BUT. (yes, there’s ALWAYS a but) I will be around here: http://fillinthe8blanks.blogspot.com/    which is a group blog blah blah blah you’ll understand after reading it.

Oh and I’m giving this up seeing that JC life is vair tiring and blah blah blah. Well then.

Loving my chums and chumettes,

Xing.

Oh my giddy god.

{ January 3, 2008 @ 7:22 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Hello. What else are you expecting to read here? I’m so tired and worn out and disappointed and unhappy and exhausted and tired that all I’m bothering to write is this. The end.

You see, I do still LOOOOOVE you people — my dear olde chums and chumettes — a lot, which is why I even bother to signal to you all (through this…thing. I can’t even be bothered to remember what this is called.) that (hurray) I’m still alive after all that orientation and cheering and briefing and…

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,

zing.

Happy Noo Year!!!

{ January 1, 2008 @ 12:59 am } · { Uncategorized }
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And once again, I’m speaking to you, my dear chums and chumettes (a.k.a. blog-reading people, whoever you may be. I can’t be bothered to find out, really.) on a special occasion.

In a few hours’ time, it’ll be 2008. Okay, maybe in a few minutes —

Alrighty then, obviously those few sentences I’ve written above have taken me TWO YEARS. Anyway. Yep, it’s 2008. Whoopee. Only I just happen to NOT be able to see WHAT there is to whoopee about. But whatever. I’m still going to ramble on for the sake of you blog-reading people.

Top 10 New Year’s resolutions:

  1. Spend more QUALITY time with my fabbest fabby fab pet tortoise, Timmy. (And yes, her name is Timmy. No one knows why.)
  2. Glue my eyes to textbooksorwhateverbookthingsitis.
  3. BE A VEGETARIAN. someday.
  4. No, really. EVERYONE should be one. A vegetarian, I mean. Do you have ANY idea how much…
  5. And have I mentioned spending more time with my absolutely lovely pet tortoise? It’s just
  6. ADORABLE. I mean, when it gets hungry, it’ll start screaming. (not literally.) Well, I can see that that’s not exactly one of it’s lovable times, but hey, there’s once when it got it’s own poo all over itself for God-knows-why, and then I had to scrub all that dried up poo off it. And do you know how ADORABLE it was??? Timmy turned it’s head to look at me, and it tried to bite me! Okay, that wasn’t so lovable either. But trust me, it’s fabby fab, most of the time. When you don’t count the poo, and ‘screaming’, and pee, and…
  7. You know, this new year isn’t very family-ish, seeing that both mom and dad have gone to bed and knocked off to dreamland the moment their heads hit the pillows. How can they do that, anyway? I mean, there’s no getting sleepy, then unconscious, then asleep. Just, wham. Asleep.
  8. Be more attentive. In the past, grandad has said I ‘had the attention span of a pea,’ but what he doesn’t know is that I have surprising powers of discipline. When I put my mind to things, I can do them. For instance, even though I’m dead tired now and it’s about a billion hours past midnight, it is absolutely imperative that I drag myself to the bathroom and brush my pearly whites and wash my face and cleanse…
  9. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
  10. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Merry Christmas!

{ December 25, 2007 @ 9:21 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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HO HO HO. Do you hear Santa’s footsteps?

You DO?! Well then there must be something wrong with you, seeing that I don’t hear anything. And if you really really do hear it, there’s most probably a thief in your house.

Anyway, don’t you think it’ll be LOVELY if it snowed here in dry (except for these few days, seeing that it rains all day long. Literally.) and warm Singapore? But then if that DOES happen, I guess we should be worrying about the seriousness of global warming then, because it just isn’t supposed to snow here. But still, you know.

Okay. I think I won’t even bother about global warming if it snows. I mean, hel-lo? How often do we actually get to see the snow? Yeah, I know there’s the whole Snow City thing, but that’s (duh) FAKE snow. It doesn’t even melt when you touch it. Oh, hang on a minute. It DOES melt. As it’s REAL snow. Okay, but that’s SO artificial. It’s not the real real snow and… You get my drift. But whatever. I’m not here to ramble on about these measly ice things.

I’m here to —

Oh GREAT. Now I forgot what I was about to say. Whoopee.

Nevermind then. I guess I’ll just write about something else, though I could have just given up writing anything at all and go to bed. But I’m still writing as I am as I love you all. A LOT. I really do! Why else would I spend so much time adding humor, creativity, facts, news and humor and news to the otherwise boring text which you’ll see, have a great resemblance to the newspaper? Actually, I say to anyone who’ll listen (i.e., no one), I’m practically a saint. (Wait. When I say saint, I don’t mean the ‘person that the Christian Church recognizes as being holy because of the way they lived or died’, I merely mean kindness-or-patience-wise.) But I don’t usually get even so much as a ‘thank you’ from the people whom I show my sainthood towards. For instance, the other day I helped a little old lady carry her bag of heavy whatsit. I didn’t have to — in fact, I was in a horrible rush to get home and start watching Heroes. (do you know Heroes? It’s this TV series about a group of people who’re obsessed with trying to be heroes and save the world. Okay, not all of them are obsessed, or else it’ll be all about obsessed people. And God, it’s NOT the nickname for the Lord of the Rings. Not that they’re similar but one can ask, ‘Is there anyone in the Lord of the Rings and Heroes who is normal?’ Answer: no. Only difference is that Heroes has this madly insane, going around killing abnormal people and then eating their brains before saying ‘Oishi’. And for the other one, the whole thing is a nightmare of beards.) But as I am such a saint, I did, and do you know what she did? She hit me with her walking stick. The little old lady said she didn’t want me to help her, she was waiting for a cute guy to drop by and help her carry her bag of whatsit and then they can go pole dancing together.

That is the kind of world we’re living in.

For God’s sake, she was holding on to a WALKING STICK. No, she could have been pretending. Jeez. Anyway, enough about the elderly insane and my sainthood. I was just saying —

OH. MY. GOD. Just when you think my day couldn’t possibly get any worse, it just did. Because guess what? And I think you’ve already got it. I forgot, for the second time in a single blog post, what I was about to say. Hurray. That should be a tad less of ramblings you have to endure from me.

Forget it.

Bye!

Xing.

HELLO WORLD!

{ December 22, 2007 @ 3:22 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Howdy everyone!

Yep. This is it. I ACTUALLY have a blog. Can you believe it??? Okay, I used to have a blog, which seriously, CANNOT be considered as a blog. I mean, yeah, I did put up a few posts (and by that I mean 2) but then MILLIONS of years later, it’s still there. With the same number of posts. So I’m just saying, the possibility of this one suffering the same fate as my previous blog is pretty high. But whatever. For the sake of you people — my dear chummettes and chums — I’m willing to give this online diary thingy a try. Okay, another try.

Anyway, I guess you’ve already realised by now (if you haven’t, don’t worry. You’re not slow. You’re just very slow) that I don’t have a chatbox-or-whatever-it-is here. Well. It’s not because your computer’s encountered some sort of Internet connection problem or your eyes are playing tricks on you or whatever. It’s because I DON’T HAVE IT. Hurray. Okay that’s not exactly the truth. I CAN put up one if I wanted, but it’s this meebo thingy that’s provided by wordpress and then you have to sign up as a user to be able to put it on your blog. Then after you put it on your blog for people to like, chat with you or something (why do people even chat with you ON YOUR BLOG? I mean, I believe there’s this thing called messenger. It’s a mystery, like many things. But that’s the beauty of life.) there will be this whole lot of numbers to show who you are, like, meebo30947 says: blah blah blah. So how AM I supposed to know WHO the person talking is? But then I guess that chat thingy is for other meebo users who’ve been added to your group…

Actually, the truth is, I just can’t be bothered to put up the chatbox-or-whatever-it-is, seeing that I’d like to have my head kept safely where it’s supposed to be and not strewn across my study room floor in bits and pieces, smudged with brain stuffs, because that IS what would’ve happened if I bothered. In case you didn’t catch what I meant, I’m saying that my head would explode. Okay, I think I just seared a double gross with knobs picture of my busted head in your head. Yeah. I did. EW. Well, there’s really nothing I can do about that, so just get over it.

Alrighty then.

More later,

Xing.

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