Take one for november

Hello there. It is me. I'm back after a weeklong absence doing what? Sipping a nice cocktail blend of tv and computer and metacafe and maybe a tinge of productivity. While everyone, well almost everyone else are condemned to solitary confinement chasing alphabets and the laws of physics. Where is the pressure for me? It is coming late.

Yes, i do study, at most at a stretch of 30 minutes consecutively before my feet start to go on auto cruise. They just wander, they walk wherever there is to walk, prance wherever there is to prance, synonymous to my ass which sits wherever there is to sit and lay wherever there is to lay, and well, sleep. If i dont catch the train to dreamland then i'll be foraging for food. I also indulge in managing chelsea on my championship manager probably more often than ever. I bought steve sidwell and theo walcott for a combined fee of 17 million pounds. What the fuck? See! I need to be tied down ala bondage and have text books and past year papers whipping and "punishing" me. Hubba hubba.

Every spm huns out there, I am your reason and your comfort to stroke the back of your neck and tell yourself, its okay, if my hands are still to heavy to flip those biology or chemistry pages, eujinn is far worst, he is still very far behind. And if your mum doesnt let you out, just tell her that hey, eujinn is not on house arrest, he goes wherever he wants to, and either you get to go out and play or your mum would call me a gravedigging fucktard. Hmm, i dont quite get what i just said.

Actually i do study. Its just that its not on the desirable pace which i ought to have. But im picking it up, slowly, not steadily but slowly. I finally have a study timetable though, one that i should have had erm, about a year ago. Still, better late than never. In some cases, i'd rather be never than late.

Haha. I'm so full of dry weed ---- wit. You know, i really dont know how you actually do a strikethrough on your words in blogger, so i write the wrong word first, then put a strikethrough AFTER it since i cant put ON it, mainly because i'm trying to be funny. :)

By the way, i still need upclose camwhoring photos of you who i've not added into my photoshop edited links. And if you want a link space on my blog with your photo on it, just gimme a shoutout okay, i'll do anyone except jayisgay, kennysia, bluewtvfairy, justin yap. Heeheehee, i'm just kidding! Anyone i know lah.

Brad wants me to explain to everyone out there that the captions on his link does not symbolise his dismal road manners. Invisible on the streets actually describes his thick skinned personality who is unshaken and unfazed by onlooking stares and is a type of human that's not too proned to embaressment. In other words, like an ostrich, who figures that if it cant see anything, anything cant see it, and because most of the time bradley loves to stare into camera lenses, he assumes that the whole world isn't giggling at his antics. I think its quite a good thing though, this is how actors are born, i mean made, unlike me, i'm a typified wuss, i'm too conscious about my surroundings. I had a hard time filming The Great Chase.

And to those who want their link pictures changed, just send me one closeup of yourself you wouldn't mind letting other people oogle at, god knows what else they're doing. Ha ha ha ha.

Oh, and in the last post, my real intention was not to humiliate john but someone's gotta say something yeah, its either the angelic or devilish way, and unfortunately my anger had the better of me that day, folks, curb your anger, its a destructive nature. I had a nice chat with john though one night, and i explained everything that was on my sleepy but pretty darn conscious mind and i'm glad almost everything's solved, without bloodshed, without holocausts, without genocide, no rat poison, no zyklon B, nothing, just a lot of water drinking and alot of coughing because my throat was tickling me that night. In the end, it was a fruitful discussion. :D

Finally a post that i had fun writing. Yeay.

Jinny