This Post Contains Chunky Paragraphs
My sister’s blog layout and mine are nearly identical now.
Except mine’s based on Alucard while hers features ugly horse, aka Vanness from F4.
The hand is what bothers me. Everytime I enter the sight, this disproportionate, huge hand is right smack in the middle of it all, ugh.
I just have this urge to click on it all over. Click click click click! 
And the font looks BEEG! Awesomeness.
As the title suggests, be prepared to squint a little to read the post.
Okay, this is super duper cheesy of me, but I’m actually doing a Thank You People list. Barnacles!
I’m in a “Hi- I- just- won- the- Miss- Universe- Pageant- So- I’m- Thanking- Irrelevant- People- So- They- Won’t- Sue- Me” kind of mood [scratch the thanking irrelevant people part]
Bear with my cheesiness and drama. Usually I think everyone sUx, but they surprise you sometimes.
I think it’s more of misanthropy than just loathing particular people.
When I thought about it, I’d only truly hated 3 people in my life. So what about the rest? Classify them under “SuckersAll of Mankind” I guess
But I feel like loving people all over today!
Whee~ Spread the love.
I can’t bear to type it all out with organised numberings [it's scary, feels very exposed] so you’ll have to search for your name in the below fat chunks of words. Irritating, I know. Nyaha.
So, unpleasant things have been happening recently, hence the short outbursts of emo rambling and subsequent annoyance it may have caused in the previous entries.
While I was wallowing in self-pity, cutting my toenails daily out of boredom and talking to myself like a schizophrenic, my friends helped, even if it came in small/unconscious gestures. And for that, thanks a million!
Thank you Lizard, for sticking up for me, as usual.
Thank you Eddie, for being willing to sacrifice your time to listen to me rant on about someone whom you don’t even know. I must’ve complained about the same thing at least twice, I think, sorry if I’d bent your ear off.
Thank you Eunice, for… erm.. Laughing at my situation. Argh! Haha, it sounds crude, but it made me realise that the whole thing is actually laughable.. In some ways. Erm.
Thank you Edward, for asking and listening.
Thank you Colin -the Drooler-, for all you said. I thought what you said was quite meaningful, “Those who are worth your tears won’t make you cry,” or something. But then I thought about it – if I stifled my tears and didn’t cry, that would mean that the person is actually worth crying over. That defeats the whole meaning then! So it’s better to cry, in order to know that the person you’re crying over is worthless. Crying good.
Thank you Sarah & Paula, for making me laugh till my guts are on fire everyday.
Thank you Teng Hui, for helping me even though I practice my doodlingart skills in your notebook and scream “ShutupFathead”, “ShutupSid” and “ShutupIdiot” at you whenever you’re in sight.
Thank you Jiejie, for being the best sister to ever exist [only sister I'll ever have anyway. Haw]!
Most of all, Thank you Denise! After that phonecall, my life changed drastically. Okay it didn’t, but I looked at things with a new perspective, and it reeled in a revelation too. Plus, no one has ever been willing to stay up till 11.30pm on a school night to help me out. The next morning, I also faced school with a different attitude. I think my mind dramatises everything so much that I forgot how to rationalise things, and you did just that. I felt ten gazillions times better afterwards. Thanks for the advice and care man.
I’m feeling okay now.
Okay enough to stop cutting my toenails. They’re like little stumps of grotesque flesh now. Stop. The. Urge. Argh.
I just realised that all my female best friends, and sister, are alpha females.
Sadly, that characteristic of theirs doesn’t seem to rub off on me much.
I guess I somewhat am, a little, thus the vulnerable self much. This inability to penetrate [not in the dirty way] is probably the reason why dudes I date get agitated, proceeded by impatience, then the dumping.
Nothing can be done – He expects me to open up, I expect him to bloody read my mind.
Ugh, as of this moment, I’m swearing off all men forever and ever!
Until after my O levels.
Yesterday during chemistry, we mixed up some pretty chemicals.
For some totally outrageous! reason, Sarah’s precipitate always ended up the right colour, but mine kept turning black or some gross colour.
Maybe it was because I added too much acid/alkali, above the limit where we’re supposed to stop, but whatever man! Never mind that!
It’s totally bizarre and strange that I got disgusting colours.
Like this one.
Low and behold, I don’t know what I did, but I created this fantastic masterpiece instead.
Harhar. I tried adding more sodium hydroxide but it merely turned black. *sAdD sAdD*
After several tries, I saw my future and concluded that it will never involve chemistry or cooking. Pfft.
Then Sarah exclaimed, “Oh my god, I can be a chemist when I grow up man!”
My experiments ended up looking like someone puked/pooed/stuck their nostril’s mucus in my test tubes.
So I just took pictures of Sarah’s one instead.
Okay I’m like, gonna cut my toenails now.
Wait, I’m not supposed to.
I’ve ran out of milk.
How am I supposed to eat cereal with no milk, huh, huh, huh?!
5 Responses to “This Post Contains Chunky Paragraphs”
hey eddie!! dont be a know-it-all, you make me feel inferior =P
look man. chemistry is not in demand in the world economy now… or so i think. well anyways, if ure down n out about chemistry(which im so damn bloody good in.. hehe), just think abt the video we watched on amam’s phone in the morn. today.
” this ish my country…”
“this ish my flagggg”
“AAAHHH! OMG!! WTF!!! HES FLOATINGGGGG!!!”
OK. this is where my note to u ends. see ya. in the chem lab soon…
Hello Sarah, though I dun think we know each other… Jus a little something FYI, but I love chemistry as much as you do… = )
Physics is my Achille’s heel, so much for beign a rocket scientist in future…
Hey Sarah, I think the “floating ghost” was just a guy carrying a plastic bag lah. Look at his hand! It was like, carrying some stupid plastic bag, and ghosts.. don’t carry plastic bags?
But on the other hand, he was all white, floating and popped out of bloody nowhere.. Soo… [mysterious music]
Liz, heya. Cheer up cheer up cheer up, hope you’re coping.. And you’re NOT a “loser”. Good lord, I mean, look who’s talking man! So ironic.
Eddie, two words: pHySiCzXXx sUkOrZx!
Hey, glad to hear you’re feeling better, albeit i dun think I did much to help ease your worries.
About your Chemistry, ha ha… The blue precipitate in the first test-tube is alright, i think, just shake more so it dissolves. Should be Copper(II) sulphate solution, i believe.
And the orange solution in your fren’s test–tube is acidified potassium dichromate(VI) i think…