Saturday, August 25, 2007

Interpretations of the fsdiojf introduction and the vfsdjow bridge and the iweuhfe ending

Have not been updating my blog for a long time now. My apologies... to anyone expecting anything, but I can't seem to write like Chang does... if I did, most probably I will lose the conscious barrier between my life and this public space and probably write antagonistic things that shouldn't be said.

I want to try, for once, how it feels to write without emboldening my words. It seems like a innate preference of my psyche to reject opulent notions. It's not really down only to appearance of my chocolate bar, but it seems that I cannot stand fat fonts, fat sounds, fat tones that make u feel like biting soft, thick cheese bread.

Damn. I hope it's not a manifestation of my insecurities.

Here's a bold sentence to Jalea. Hey~~~ oh~~~

Haha nice to see you.

Onto wat else I want to say...

There are a few kinds of people when it comes to first-time encounters. No, I mean first-time social encounters.

Yea, a few here who sincerly like to talk to you... amongst some really make good conversations... some struggle with what to ask you to start the motor revvin', some just listen to you with all interest.

I love these people.

There are of course groups of people I dun like when it comes to first-time encounters. Heck I've been to a few welcome teas and these people keep irritating me.

Group 1 asks you many questions that you've heard before like millions of times, but then after that, dun make any effort to engage the person deeper. I'm not saying that I don't like to be asked questions I've been asked before. Yea lah... It's problematic having to explain again and again. But it's ok with me as long as u intend to carry on the conversation beyond these questions.

But if you're opening a conversation because you want to look, like rrreeaally sociable, forget it. I don't eat agenda-laiden fondue.

Group 2 gives you a face that spells "I'm pretending to be Rrrreeaally INTERESTED!!" when you're talking to them. Occasionally, they ask a few relevant questions, but most of the time, they are thinking elsewhere. I usually stop the conversation after the first few lines.

But to tell u the truth, I'm more comfortable with this group thatn Group 1 people. If anything, Group 2 people exhibit the barrier that exists between two people meeting for the first time in social situations, and to me, that is so much more human.

Group 3 People who make an impression on you, and don't add you on their msn. Ok I know this is not a legitimate complaint, and I personally think so, and I don't blame these people. The thing I'm irritated is the inability to continue the interesting conversations we had previously... Nothing against the people. Don't worry.

Aight. That down.

My brother's on the drums! Not really... he's just got two drumsticks and that's it. I bought him those drumsticks by the way.

But I guess as much as I wish he can sustain his passion and interest until I'm working and can find space to place a decent drumset at home, I think by the time this year ends, he's gonna grow tired of it.

Show me I'm wrong, Dixon.

Damn. Waste of investment? Those drumsticks costed $8 dollars.

I'm listening to Def Leppard. Compared with my previous music fare, their music does not meet my HEAVY criteria... But But surely something can be said about their chorus-delay-abusive songs???

I love Delay effects. The first thing on my wishlist should be a Delay effect. Then followed by that acoustic guitar at Swee Lee... followed by a new school bag, all bought by my hard-earned money in the holidays, in which I was saved from slacking, but still had not life.

Quite high with uni... new people, new faces, new issues, the familiar inability to cope with my studies, I haven't been reading well before lectures, the emancipation of one of the many facets to my personality, which I'm not pleased with, and the all-eternal search-evaluate-reject cycle of finding someone whom I think can engage in deep mutual understanding...

Damn. I think I suck.

Get a life.

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