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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

happy 2nd month anniversary....

here comes my first posting of this month, 'cos nowadays was rather hooked onto a campaign map for WC3 that was so fun, i got scolded for staring at the screen for too long by my mum *lol* Block test 2 was so disappointing; i was so darn sure i can get better grades than the ones i received yesterday :S Like all typical students the culprit has to be the WORLD CUP *lol*

Oh ya, i just found out an interesting fact in the World Cup matches. I think the men-of-the-match must go to the camera-men that are covering this event. You know, those occasion shots catching the supporters, whom are dressed like some goons, and then shown on the giant screen placed in front of the playing pitch.

-The first 4 seconds they will be looking bored
-The next 1 second they realise they are on the screen
-The following 2 seconds they will turn around and tell their fans, thrilled, that he/she is on screen

When they turn around, *poofs* the screen will show, again, 22 guys chasing after a miserable ball. Can you imagine the WTF looks on their faces?? XD

Last weekend i was being shown the pure frustration of being disrespected by someone close to you. Gotcha, my mum again... Always offending me with what she said to me 50% of the time, whether unintentionally or not, to such an extend that if i were not to be more tolerant i would have died of stroke+heart attack+asthma+hyperventilation+shock+multiple fractures all around my body... Whether it is critcising my friends, my hair, my messy desk, my darkly lit room, my bad habits, somehow she can describle until i thought a damn asteroid is coming down to earth. But oh well, i've learnt to live with it... Or so i thought; She always makes the wrong assumption on me, always. She thought i would like to have a nice shiny bowl of HERBAL JELLY on such a hot day, 'cos she will never remember i hated such STUFFS. And she ordered a bowl for me WARM (so yucks) When i complained that i didnt ask for it, she casually replied, "YOur brother treating..." *vulgar words censored for the general public, the author shall not be held responsible for the words you think he might have used, although it could have been accurate* So what my brother treated HERBAL JELLY? Big deal... I was so glum no matter how much honey i poured into the jelly, it still tasted bitter...

Also i realised how one's perception on something affects one's behavour to such a large extent. Dont know whether my mum chances upon this *hi mum (waves) thx for dropping by, it's your son's blog mind you....* Recently my dad kept getting fevers for the past 2 weeks or so, and surprisingly (in a negative way) my mum kept refering him as "the sick one" (behind his back, of course) She soon became very pessimistic; forever cannot relax or take jokes from me *hell i trying hard to be a clown so that at least got some entertainment at home, yet i'm dismissed as an idiot*, always nagging at me not to be lazy 'cos there's a sick man at home WTF I was also very vexed by her way of thinking. Seems like she had given up all hopes now... I mean, if she carries on thinking my dad as a sick man, he will FOREVER be a sick man until the cows come home... She always thinks that i dont care about the going-ons under the roof, which is why all the more she should come (Disclaimer: eh joking only arh, dont call her up specially and ask her to come hor, you'll see my head hanging at the pork seller's store near you. This applies to EVERYONE) One's way of thinking is damn important, 'cos it affects everything. Hmm m i sounding like the fitness TIC now? Oh my, cheesepie manx, cheesepie all the way...

Sigh, enough of her, 2 whole paragraphs on her is wayy too much *evil laughters* anyway, tomorrow assembly, i betted on my backside that there will be no haircheck come next morning. PLESE NO HAIR CHECK PLEASE i confirm + stamp + chop sure fail the check, and i'll get a $6 special haircut, manx this school is a cheesepie bugger.. I can never forget how me and ben failed the hair check last year while the johnnys marcels and the weijings always got away scot-free (no offence here haha) I've lost trust in the judgement of the school long time ago loh....

B for maths
E for physics
D for chem perharps?

since bed is my favourite home furniture anyway...

happy 2nd month anniversary...

//Brandon struck at 8:35 PM\\