Abnormality

On a post note, I seems to be constructing all my post in the wee hours of midnight nowadays.

Bwah!

Marketing test commences tomorrow and I have yet to study!!!

*panics in round circles*

There’s 3 tests coming up this week!!!

*panics even more*

I’m so dead this week…Arrrghhh, I don’t even get the time to slack out at CCA’s cause of these tests.

Bah!

I’m off!

Still missing the pig… Can’t get to bully the fur ball anymore… Life seems a lot quieter without her nowadays…

Leaving off...

It’s been two day since my pig’s gone…

Never to be there again, I’ll guess I never hear the ever so familiar squeaks that echoed around the house in its crystal clear resonance again, nor see the amusing jaunts it once did. Suddenly, I just wished that it could be there for another week, another month so that I could recomposed my feeling; or maybe so that I don’t get to feel this outbreak of sadness over me; or at least not that feeling that it was still here or going to be there perhaps forever? Or maybe I just wished that it could be there forever?

Living things never last, do they? They all die out in the end and all that was left of them to remember by were the memories. The memories that were etched deep into the mind of that of another individual whether those did bring about happiness or sadness. You’re probably grieve because you knew that it would not be there to create more memories that made you smile, or probably it had once cheered you up, made you happy, laugh out loud, all those ever so nostalgic memories that seem to resurface now and again.

I was grouching to Hui Ting just now about this matter and she tried comforting me by telling me that she would get me another pig by Christmas which I blatantly reject.

I guess this second pig I’ve gotten never really get around to possessing the traits of the first one which I found so endearing, such as following me around, letting me cuddle it and climbing into my lap when it’s free from it’s cage. It could even do certain stunts like standing up on its hind legs to beg for its food which I found amusing. In fact, it got around to the point it doesn’t behave like a guinea pig anymore. It would do things like sit beside me in the open field while nibbling on the grass and scurry after me when I got up to walk off to another area. In fact, it was so smart it would even return back to its cage by itself, but sadly it died when it clamped its teeth between the cage bars and did not manage to retract it until we found out. By then, it was too late and a few hours later, it was dead. It had lived for less than a year…

Maybe the second one was bought more on impulse to replace the loss I felt and that I could probably experience the joy of getting another pet that behaves exactly like the first. I even chose one which had the closest colour combination to the one I’ve lost among the pile of wide-eyed lot staring at me.

Over time, I grew to love it just the same although I shun it at first and maybe even dad, who was never attached to such things love it for the things it does, such as the way it squeaked at him and such. I guess I grew to love the critter in another way, for another personality which was so totally different from the first.

Even if I did manage to get another replacement for the one I lost now, what would I have expected of the next? Yes, as I’ve maintain, we always expect too much from things and think of them as replaceable. Yet sooner or later, we will find that one can't replace another or even resume the character of the first we love so much.

It’s too painful to get a pet sometimes. You’re grow to love it and then one of these days have to accept the heart-wrenching fact that it will die out one day. The time you get to see its movements slowing down due to old age; the time when it just gave you that last weary look before continuing on its journey to another dimension.

It’s probably just a guinea pig, but it was there for 5 ½ years of my life and I guess I should be thankful for the times I get to laugh at its antics when I’m down. I probably would have never regret this decision of getting her again even if I knew it would meant another heartbreak later on, cause it’s still the beautiful memories that made things all so worthwhile afterall, I’ll guess. =)

Ohhhhhaaiiiiiyyyoooooooo

~Lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… It’s 7.57 am in the morning and I’m heading to school soon. God, I shouldn’t have been this cheerful,

*sigh*

Lemme do a retake… Aaaaarrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh, it’s 7.57 am in the morning and I’ve yet to finish a peanut’s worth of work, nor that of the day after and after and after and… =S

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bah, and everything wasn’t even about theory, which lies thy problem, else like the old times, you can just suka suka copy and call the ending shots. I have trazillions more complaints to add in, but that would be like practically digging my own gravestone.

Like take for example, the lecturers are fat overloaded slack heads, yada yada, they are ….. Ok… I’m kidding, just practically kidding. (Yea, seriously, I’m kidding)

Which sort of reminds me, it’s one twitchy week since I last update? Hey, and to give things a more interesting outlook, isn’t it one year since I last talk about archery? I’ve gotten my bow!!!

*hops around*

Oops, so is the fact I’m probably gonna be late. Laters~

Typically trashy tuesday

I’m seriously freaked out by the way our lessons were handled. Unexpectedly, marketing was cancelled today together with the blanking out of my brain cells.

I missed a HELLISH LESSON TO FINISH MY REPORT AND CRAP LIKE THIS HAVE TO CROP UP?!?!?

So as expected, our beloved studio project teacher is gonna rain hell on me on his next lesson (Not that he did not enjoy it) and I’m gonna die either way. Suddenly, I felt like swapping places with my pig and enjoy life as an animal. Hurmph.

*RRaaaawwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*

I’m still mad, but somehow I’ll guess at least I get the advantage of bullying my pig whenever things went wrong.

*Evil laugh*

Eeewwww, did I seriously create that post in the morning?

Report Typing

It is 9.46 am as I’m typing this particular post. So far I’m still grouching while rushing my bloody marketing report I’m supposed to submit at 12 pm. I am suppose to be attending lessons now , but being the good kid I am, I resolutely refused to face the … … without my beloved project to keep my personal-self intact. I don’t intend to get back home with two missing ‘eyeballs’ or any trivialities that matter. *Bleah*

So lalalaaaa~ Guess I’ll skip 3 hours of lesson today and lie low at the moment till the tide rolls past *rolls eyes*

On a cheerful note, you guys seem to keep badgering me to update update update and up whatever? So I’ve been hypnotizing myself recently and reminding myself to update for the prats ( <--- understatement) around me! =D

Which then bring things back to the starting point, the more I constantly remind myself to be nice to the flies buzzing around me, telling me to update yadda yadda, the lazier I became (naturally) duh? And the cool thing is I never knew what to type when I’m not busy. So the thing is I’ll probably start gushing about the 101 pigs I yearn to collect and then roast them over the pit for dinner or something dumb like that if you even bother reading.

And that is plain boring, which makes my life boring and the people around me boring and my writings boring if I even bother to yak nowadays. So basically, my life have been getting on in a boring fashion, with me scheming 24/7 on ways to avoid all my beloved lecturers while finishing all my crap work on time so that I don’t land in hot soup. The only thing interesting about my life lies in the fact that I have no life.

*Ahem*

I was typing out my lil report in the plain old boring fashion just now about the product I’m supposed to report, which reminds me, I chose the Uzap after pondering for a whole night what I’m supposed to choose. I decide to choose something prissy at first, something such as a boring Philips electric cooker or some crap appliance to show that I could be a shu nu once in a while and that I could cook! (Don’t vomit your guts out, the fact I could cook cup noodles is a big achievement) So anyway, I would have done it if not for the fact that I was lazy and taking time to research such prissy sissy stuff would put me back by at least one day.

Zippy Zappy!!!

So being the lazy bum I am, I slacked all the way till the project was probably due in another 8 hours and do a speedy rush in typing out the report at top speed. I hope the entire report don’t turns out too soggy *prays*.

Doesn’t that sort of reminds you, most health products that have to do with body poking (massage lah) essentially boils down to a machine that can vibrate? =D Sounds so freaking… Never mind, I must contain my thoughts, contain my thoughts, contain my thoughts, contain my thoughts… Ok, don’t this whole goddarn mechanism reminds you of a stupid vibrator???

First thing first in the morning, you lie down on something soothing, probably this nicety nicety looking armchair and switch on the machine. Machine vibrates:

*rampant effects*

“Aaaahhhhhh, soooooooooooo….. Ooooooooooooo”

Then another bout of

"AAaaaaahhhhh, ahhhhhhh, OOoooooooooooo......."

*Visualizes Image*

Ok? Don’t bloody blame me here?!? This is Osim’s tag line by the way, not to mention the fact that you see it whenever they lug out their stock of paper bags?

Omg Omg Omg?!?!?! Am I the only one imagining such weird stuff? It’s just an innocent report…. Really!

Heck, I get evil sometimes, guess I need to expand my brain cells more. Laters, Doing the finishing touches of my crap report. I’m laggi sianz, as long as my lecturers don’t move by this blog =D I can still laggi type crap!

I must abstain from such evil thoughts!

*abstain* *abstain**abstain*

Yea, like I could?

Titleless crap

I realised I have yet to update my boring boring lil blog since the last century.

*rolls eyes*

I think I’m still suffering from a lack of inspiration. I’m heinously bored and I’m still shuddering from the fact I have yet to touch a single molecule that makes up one page of work…. And my 2 weeks break plus one free day extra bonus officially ends tomorrow!?!?!

Ahhhh, I might do some boring blogging when I’m finish with rushing out the piles of nonsense. =D I’m getting better at last minute rushing! Yay!

I was sort of wondering

whether you guys remember dear olde me? Gosh, I'll just make a hint for my birth***!!! God? Did I even said anything???



Gosh!

*GASP*

I WANT THE PINK ONES!!! GIMME BIGGER ONES IF POSSIBLE!!! I WANT TO COLLECT AT LEAST 5 PIGS THIS SEASON!!!!

Ok, back to business, I will calculate your love meter for me for the number of *points up* (Remember, the ones on the right hor) *ahem* you present me...

Frigging tired due to my workload from school now... *bleah*

Horror Screams

I think I seriously screwed up for statistics and Java commences today…

Aaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh

AAaarrrrgggghhhhh

AAARRRGGH!!!

Hmm… It doesn’t matter now, does it? More postings when I’m finished with all these bullshit. Luv ya guys!