Day OneFirst day of my promos. Yes, you all knew i am gonna talk about my promos, now that its the "rage" for all Jc oners out there. i just cant believe that i am doing my promos now. And all i can do today is to sit infront of the computer after coming back from school, and bloggin about todays papers. But one needs relaxation, and now is the time to relax. For a while that is.First up was my GP paper. As always, i come unprepared. The Topics given were okay, i guess, if i had studied for them. Turns out there is one topic which didnt need any studying. Which reminds me to go check the meaning of that words. Here's hoping i am right... angst (ängkst) n. A feeling of anxiety or apprehension often accompanied by depression. Fuck. i got the definition wrong. The topic i was writing about was on teenage angst. Turns out i was semi right, considering that i got that anxiety and apprehension, accompanied by depression thing rights. Talked about noise inside the system, and about drugs, self-mutilation, that kinda stuff. Shit. I think i am gonna flunk that essay, for i got that fundamental meaning wrong. and i thought angst was anger. Fuck. well well then, its the promos, and i screwed up the first paper. how exciting. Welcome to hell, melissa. I bet you got the definition wrong too, considering that you talked about them becoming criminals. The second paper was funny. It talked about toys, and how it would give children all sorts of weird implications latert on in life. I was trying to stifle my laughter when i read the first passage. That guy seriously needs to get a life, complaining about how toys would destroy a child's future. I mean, purlease, he obviously has a deprived childhood. I know i have tons of toys, with power rangers the most, and look at me, i am perfectly normal. Okay, maybe not fully normal, but close enough. Following up was chinese. Who gives a shit about chinese? Well, my parents do, and they kept on asking me to study for chinese. I dont see the point though. i would have to spent tons of hours just to memorise a tiny wee bit, and that tiny wee bit might not even appear on the paper. How original excuse i should say. perhaps i should just get a chip that would give me all the chinese knowledge in the world. Ok, i am digressing. Here's a quick bit of humour: In the recent issue of Eight days, jia wei and ronald were featured. The singapore golden couple. How interesting. one part of the article showed how there were both in love, lets elaborate on that portion shall we? [Ronalds hums to himself, instead of getting ready for the next shot]: lalala..blah [Jai wei, obviously frustrated]:Stop singing! [and then, horrors of all horrors, she smacks him in the butt!] Now, here we readers would be hoping for some action, but noooo, the photographers had to be there, to disrupt their privacy. Here's what i would think would have happened if there were all aloonne.. [Rubbing his arse furiously]: Hey! that hurts. now i would have a huge red mark of yours on my butt! you are so gonna pay for that. [he pounds at here menacingly] [laughs]: and what are you gonna do? bite me young tiger? [ronald looks shocked]: huh? No i was just gonna smack you right back. Well well then, seems that ronald is such an innocent guy...ah to be in love... Ooookay, that was suitably lame. Now get out of this entry, and go start with whatever work you have. Justin ranted at 8:12:00 pm on the |