i have emptied my bladder and am happier.

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i have this urge to blog but not much to say.

this is the fourth entry that i've written, the rest were quickly deleted away when i saw the whiny tone it had.

i should probably Write. i have tried, but fear that continuing with the half-baked thing might only serve to add on another item on the Confirmed Incompetent List.

it's been growing that one.

if it helps, i managed to do my bio practical really well today. i finished first yay because the rest were all befuddled by the befuddling instructions [just like the time we were asked to carve up that stick of celery] *beams* haha i rock.

pfft who am i kidding? i do not think there is anything more pathetic than this.

biology practicals.

recently too, i have discovered other imperfections i never knew i had by very helpful friends and a PARENT who pointed them out with much enthusiasm and mirth.

apparently, everybody but me knows that i have sticky-out elbows.

can elbows do anything but stick out? that's what i want to know. i thought mine were perfectly normal but hey, guess not. *nods wisely* you learn something new everyday.

sooner or later, i think someone will come up and tell me, with no offense meant of course, that i have weird [add insignificant body part here] oh haha you mean you never noticed it before?

one day, maybe soon, i will go down to orchard road with an entourage of buff intimidating beefcakes. i shall go up to random strangers and cheerfully impose Izyanti's Let Me Tell You What's Wrong With You service for free. with scathing sarcasm, i shall deliver enlightenment and revel in pleasure to see them crumple on the floor with their equally shattered self-esteem. oh oh what power i shall behold!

and um, if they react with violence, well, that's what the beefcakes are there for.

somehow though, i don't think singaporeans are that mild. if they were not to fling profanities at me, they'll probably glare at me in a mixture of horror/amazement before dismissing me. and you know rejection leaves me all sulky.

it would be an interesting social experiment nontheless.

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i want to rant about something but this being a blog that people actually read, i don't think i shall lest i walk out of the house tomorrow to find people with pitchforks and blazing torches waiting for me.

thing is, i can't tell anybody either but i want to. that's why scribbling in my diary won't work.

solution!

i'll go stand in front of the mirror and have a deep conversation with myself. *nods wisely* you can only count on yourself. hmm. but what if i get annoyed with myself? i'm not very good at ignoring random thoughts in me head.

you know what i need? a random stranger.

someone i've never met and will never meet again. hurhur i need a burden loading bay person. let's see, if someone were to suddenly come up to me and unload their Poor Sad Life Story on me..i would be freaked and annoyed. and i'd tell them off.

aha hence and therefore, i shall find a docile meek person with a hint of intelligence and well, if i end up traumatizing them, heck, ain't mah problem.

or i could just try the wall in my bedroom.

why, how do you do, wall? it's amazing that despite having been with you for a whopping 12 years, i have no idea who you are! tsk tsk, please forgive my habit of ignoring inanimate objects.

so, what's your life story? not much huh, well, a whole lot sure has been happening in mine! just yesterday, something happened that left me horribly and terribly perturbed . . .

etc etc.

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on a more happy and irrelevent note, cassandra claire [the muchos best fanfic writer of all fandom] has secured herself an agent! she's writing a YA novel and augh augh i bet it's going to be awesome.

yayness *beams*