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Thursday, December 25, 2008

first and foremost, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! ~*~
i am particularly fond of this ~*~ icon lately.
is it an icon? idek how its sposed to be called. faily me.

anyway. browsing through the archives brings back alot of funny memories.
even though i dont know what alot of the _______ means now.
and some of the humour of those inside jokes has been lost?
although there are certain distinguishing features which allows me to guess roughly wht they are.
abt stuff like floating skills and the person who taught me them, and my thighs hurting from the previous week's frog-hopping and thn having to prepare them for another round of torture, and how i often used to end up walking like a crippled penguin and looking like a roasted one.
good times, good times~ xD
it's really funny how much damage that lack of self-awareness can do.
although during those times i felt like dying, srsly.
and was like cursing and swearing like no other. even they must have noticed.
but looking back on it, it was really qt funny after all.
how i ever survived it is a complete miracle. how i allowed it to take up so much of my life is another miracle. KEKE.

anyway. is christmas a typically self-reflective sort of season? or am i just weird that way... :/

my mother just stuffed a slice of raw carrot into my mouth ._.
now i am stuck at home while it rains outside yupp.
but i kinda like it this way?
a nice, restful christmas. :)

my mother kicked me off the comp in the midst of checking my favourite haunts for news.
nt like typical "ehh i wanna use the comp" kind of way.
more like "since you're not doing anything much, move over and let me use."
and promptly i'm sitting on the couch, obviously not in a very good mood.
and wht does she check?
WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN AN OCEAN AND A SEA.
*stabs self*

my mother is ranting to herself again -_-
yesyes her life is a hectic existence with no breathing time for herself.
but somehow she manages to take some time out to... i dont even rmb.
anyway.
of course that is so unlike me who wastes my life away.
oh i feel so sorry for me.

heyhey. looking back on 4 years, it really hasnt been that much of wasting my life away knw.
allow me to at least lead the "hedonistic life of the lotus-eater" for a while now can.
to quote vanessa's msn nick: "the time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time".
BINGO.

i shall go indulge myself in a blast from the past now. :)
speaking of blast.
stop it, you stupid gaza militants. ><