Thursday, July 28, 2011
peeved
Hey you!yeah you..don't look around
Cuz you know very well that I'm talking about you
(Honestly,I'm not talking about anybody,just felt like starting like that.)
Just yesterday, i procaimed my love for writing:)
not composing articles but just inking the paper with my favourite pen:)
C'mon, if some weirdos can get horny by seeing people shit, i can love the act of writing
just like how i love drawing but not creating an artpiece.
back to the topic of peeved
I'm peeved because my hw is piling like no mama nuts
and i really want to question the need to take o lvl to be employed in future.
honestly speaking, half the shit we learn now, we will NEVER need in future.
we WON'T need to calculate the radius of the base of our favourite coffee mug.
we DEFINITELY WON'T be needing to know trigonometric rules
and no matter how much professionals tell us that investments and predictions of the economic movements require amath knowledge, i just can't see how a couple of equations that kill MILLIONS of brain cells is required for the way money talks...cuz when cash belongs to humans, and humans use cash when they feel like it.
I don't need a man in a tie to tell me figures and blah blah just to buy a dress or revive my company..
my brother could do that for me-talk in stupid professional terms n nod his head at the commission cheque..
we should be judge on who we are and what we can do..not based on a piece of blue laminated paper that a three year old can print.
enough emo shit.
i was just peeved that I'm rushed into exams after exams.
i dont even give a damn whether i end up in tpj or vj
they are all the same to me.
i am not stressed and depressed so don't worry, and don't send me the number of the school
councillor..
I'm fine, i just need all these to pass:)
so for now, just endure my procrastination, cuz i need it
I'M IN LOVR WITH BIG BANG, AGAIN.
MUACKS I LOVE YOU BIG BANG:)
I love too vans:)hence the post:)
Cya in school:)
Sunday, June 19, 2011
the perfect balance
I looked into the mirror today and tried to tell myself:
I am pretty, I am smart.
I cracked up.
sorry...I can't lie to myself, IN MY OWN FACE.
dude, we all know pretty is diana agron.
and beautiful is audrey hepburn.
smart is einstein.
genius is...still einstein.
then i thought to myself,
why can't i think of myself as pretty?
i mean, sure, i don't think i'm ugly, but it sure as hell takes more than the man in the mirror, woman in this case, to be pretty.
and who? in their right minds, think they are awesome?
no teenager (unless a cheerio or jock, both equally brainless), will find themselves pretty or handsome and not find something they don't like on their face ( that no one else sees.)
that's pretty much the way people work, i guess.
and if you do not belong to the above category,
you are:
a)narcisstic(however you spell that)
b)just went for a motivational talk
c)just met a bimbo and is feeling glad you ain't pretty and dumb at the same time.
conclusion:
to always feel good about yourself and not be narcisstic,
find a narcisstic or optimistic wingman and stick together.
balanced,
jinga
Monday, June 13, 2011
I'm a happy baby:D
ok i admit.
I'm NOT feeling oh-so-happy todayD:
but I'm not upset:D
I'm just feeling mellow..
I miss when I was a baby.
i was gonna post a baby pic..then blogger decides to put up a fight.
annoyed.
what can you do when your good isn't good enough?
-just stop, let go, and watch the kite fly itself..
derived from a morning watching couger town (when jules lets go) and listening to glee...
ok enough emo.
STUDENT CAMP WAS AWESOME!!!!
i would've regret if i didn't go.
My method of delaying a decision and stick on with the original decision worked like a charm this town:D
YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME PEOPLE TO KNOW:D
nostalgia sucks.
but through this camp i had tons of first:D
my first time barging open mrt doors to get through (i'm hulk under adrenaline)
my first time feeling like we've got hope winning
my first time singing out loud without giving a damn for the world
-imma get your heart racing with my skin tight jeans-
katy perry, those are tights. not jeans.
BIG LOVES, JINGLES
Friday, June 10, 2011
i can't help crying
Ok so big deal, i'm a cry baby :'(
But just shows how much i love everyone of my family.
example:
Jinga attempts to call home,
gives up and texts with tears welled up and ready to flow.
full blown crying for a little while.
day two,
recieve text from dad saying ok today, cry.
crying when i type ok today.
Worrying about lack of tissue.
yeah, i love you all. no matter if you read this or not:')
P.s. i cried in kungfu panda 2, and basically every movie.
BIG DEALLLLLLL:P
Sunday, June 5, 2011
someone turn on the lights! please....
You know how some people manage to find peace in darkness?
Well i am DEFINITELY NOT one of them
the school is ghost town now,
And i mean GHHOST...
Its so freaking dark here..
and the toads are mating so there is damn load croaking.
the sun is not up yet,
but a teensy bit better than just now
but the school refuses to turn the main switch on.
so i am still...
FREAKIN OUT IN THE DARKNESS..
I'm not kidding you when i say the same janitors keep walking past me.
Thank the sky for the rain man,
cuz if there wasn't rain,
i will be on my way home already.
So much fof being scared,
the dark is still dark
the sun is still down,
and i am still sitting where i can see the sun rise.
and i sure hope it rises soon.
gonna shit in my pants,
jjngles
Saturday, June 4, 2011
when the first drop falls
When the first raindrop falls,
its counterparts join it
and soon enough, you are surrounded by a curtain of rain
ALL HAIL THE RAIN!!!
dude, other than the clothes can't dry in time,
i don't see how ANYONE can hate the rain.
at least in sunny sing.
COME ON, WE ARE LOCATED IN THE HOLY CRAPMEAT EQUATOR YO!
Rain brings natural aircon temperature wind!
And who doesn't know singaporeans love foc items?
To guys out there who basically fear the rain,
YOU HAVE NO BALLS.
there are lightning conductors swarming around buildings,
you can't really get struck down by lightning.
and acid rain doesn't really ruin your already acned skin.
we don't even get that much rain a year to have acid rain cause hairfall.
so if you have no umbrella,
just walk in the rain.
don't be a wimp.
capeesh?
I don't think girls fancy men who cower at sight of raindrops
or guys who fight like pansies for a brolly over their heads.
it aint cool,
it aint man.
so man up to the situation, embrace the long awaited rain.
Your balls are supposed to thrive in colder conditions anw.
Loving the rain,
jingleballs.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
let me in
Vampires bleed from everywhere when they enter a persons house withour permission.
there was a little boy named owen who liked a vamp named abby.
he is gonna end up dying the way her other lover died...
basically, that was what i concluded from the entire show:)
As much as everyone else liked it,
i was stuck being confused abt whether to feel confused or find that the small couple was cute...
i settled with scared, cuz all the bloodyness took away the angelic sweetness of it all
All in all, i thought the bullies were too smart to be true, and i loved the way they died..
though i thought the bullied party should have gotten a shot at giving them a wedgie.
the show is called let me in, which is this phrase the boy and girl uses when they sneak into each others house.
Oh well, now for another part of my life nt involving burning popcorn and heart shaped polish
its my school life!
i suckeed at prelims:)
no, i am not too sad, but eitherways, i think the school is too rushy.
seriously, two prelims in two months..
phew, this year is passing fast:)
hopefully i do awesome in the final end:)
Toodles;)
i need a dark coloures unwanted tee......i dun have one.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
peeved
Hey you!yeah you..don't look around
Cuz you know very well that I'm talking about you
(Honestly,I'm not talking about anybody,just felt like starting like that.)
Just yesterday, i procaimed my love for writing:)
not composing articles but just inking the paper with my favourite pen:)
C'mon, if some weirdos can get horny by seeing people shit, i can love the act of writing
just like how i love drawing but not creating an artpiece.
back to the topic of peeved
I'm peeved because my hw is piling like no mama nuts
and i really want to question the need to take o lvl to be employed in future.
honestly speaking, half the shit we learn now, we will NEVER need in future.
we WON'T need to calculate the radius of the base of our favourite coffee mug.
we DEFINITELY WON'T be needing to know trigonometric rules
and no matter how much professionals tell us that investments and predictions of the economic movements require amath knowledge, i just can't see how a couple of equations that kill MILLIONS of brain cells is required for the way money talks...cuz when cash belongs to humans, and humans use cash when they feel like it.
I don't need a man in a tie to tell me figures and blah blah just to buy a dress or revive my company..
my brother could do that for me-talk in stupid professional terms n nod his head at the commission cheque..
we should be judge on who we are and what we can do..not based on a piece of blue laminated paper that a three year old can print.
enough emo shit.
i was just peeved that I'm rushed into exams after exams.
i dont even give a damn whether i end up in tpj or vj
they are all the same to me.
i am not stressed and depressed so don't worry, and don't send me the number of the school
councillor..
I'm fine, i just need all these to pass:)
so for now, just endure my procrastination, cuz i need it
I'M IN LOVR WITH BIG BANG, AGAIN.
MUACKS I LOVE YOU BIG BANG:)
I love too vans:)hence the post:)
Cya in school:)
Sunday, June 19, 2011
the perfect balance
I looked into the mirror today and tried to tell myself:
I am pretty, I am smart.
I cracked up.
sorry...I can't lie to myself, IN MY OWN FACE.
dude, we all know pretty is diana agron.
and beautiful is audrey hepburn.
smart is einstein.
genius is...still einstein.
then i thought to myself,
why can't i think of myself as pretty?
i mean, sure, i don't think i'm ugly, but it sure as hell takes more than the man in the mirror, woman in this case, to be pretty.
and who? in their right minds, think they are awesome?
no teenager (unless a cheerio or jock, both equally brainless), will find themselves pretty or handsome and not find something they don't like on their face ( that no one else sees.)
that's pretty much the way people work, i guess.
and if you do not belong to the above category,
you are:
a)narcisstic(however you spell that)
b)just went for a motivational talk
c)just met a bimbo and is feeling glad you ain't pretty and dumb at the same time.
conclusion:
to always feel good about yourself and not be narcisstic,
find a narcisstic or optimistic wingman and stick together.
balanced,
jinga
Monday, June 13, 2011
I'm a happy baby:D
ok i admit.
I'm NOT feeling oh-so-happy todayD:
but I'm not upset:D
I'm just feeling mellow..
I miss when I was a baby.
i was gonna post a baby pic..then blogger decides to put up a fight.
annoyed.
what can you do when your good isn't good enough?
-just stop, let go, and watch the kite fly itself..
derived from a morning watching couger town (when jules lets go) and listening to glee...
ok enough emo.
STUDENT CAMP WAS AWESOME!!!!
i would've regret if i didn't go.
My method of delaying a decision and stick on with the original decision worked like a charm this town:D
YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME PEOPLE TO KNOW:D
nostalgia sucks.
but through this camp i had tons of first:D
my first time barging open mrt doors to get through (i'm hulk under adrenaline)
my first time feeling like we've got hope winning
my first time singing out loud without giving a damn for the world
-imma get your heart racing with my skin tight jeans-
katy perry, those are tights. not jeans.
BIG LOVES, JINGLES
Friday, June 10, 2011
i can't help crying
Ok so big deal, i'm a cry baby :'(
But just shows how much i love everyone of my family.
example:
Jinga attempts to call home,
gives up and texts with tears welled up and ready to flow.
full blown crying for a little while.
day two,
recieve text from dad saying ok today, cry.
crying when i type ok today.
Worrying about lack of tissue.
yeah, i love you all. no matter if you read this or not:')
P.s. i cried in kungfu panda 2, and basically every movie.
BIG DEALLLLLLL:P
Sunday, June 5, 2011
someone turn on the lights! please....
You know how some people manage to find peace in darkness?
Well i am DEFINITELY NOT one of them
the school is ghost town now,
And i mean GHHOST...
Its so freaking dark here..
and the toads are mating so there is damn load croaking.
the sun is not up yet,
but a teensy bit better than just now
but the school refuses to turn the main switch on.
so i am still...
FREAKIN OUT IN THE DARKNESS..
I'm not kidding you when i say the same janitors keep walking past me.
Thank the sky for the rain man,
cuz if there wasn't rain,
i will be on my way home already.
So much fof being scared,
the dark is still dark
the sun is still down,
and i am still sitting where i can see the sun rise.
and i sure hope it rises soon.
gonna shit in my pants,
jjngles
Saturday, June 4, 2011
when the first drop falls
When the first raindrop falls,
its counterparts join it
and soon enough, you are surrounded by a curtain of rain
ALL HAIL THE RAIN!!!
dude, other than the clothes can't dry in time,
i don't see how ANYONE can hate the rain.
at least in sunny sing.
COME ON, WE ARE LOCATED IN THE HOLY CRAPMEAT EQUATOR YO!
Rain brings natural aircon temperature wind!
And who doesn't know singaporeans love foc items?
To guys out there who basically fear the rain,
YOU HAVE NO BALLS.
there are lightning conductors swarming around buildings,
you can't really get struck down by lightning.
and acid rain doesn't really ruin your already acned skin.
we don't even get that much rain a year to have acid rain cause hairfall.
so if you have no umbrella,
just walk in the rain.
don't be a wimp.
capeesh?
I don't think girls fancy men who cower at sight of raindrops
or guys who fight like pansies for a brolly over their heads.
it aint cool,
it aint man.
so man up to the situation, embrace the long awaited rain.
Your balls are supposed to thrive in colder conditions anw.
Loving the rain,
jingleballs.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
let me in
Vampires bleed from everywhere when they enter a persons house withour permission.
there was a little boy named owen who liked a vamp named abby.
he is gonna end up dying the way her other lover died...
basically, that was what i concluded from the entire show:)
As much as everyone else liked it,
i was stuck being confused abt whether to feel confused or find that the small couple was cute...
i settled with scared, cuz all the bloodyness took away the angelic sweetness of it all
All in all, i thought the bullies were too smart to be true, and i loved the way they died..
though i thought the bullied party should have gotten a shot at giving them a wedgie.
the show is called let me in, which is this phrase the boy and girl uses when they sneak into each others house.
Oh well, now for another part of my life nt involving burning popcorn and heart shaped polish
its my school life!
i suckeed at prelims:)
no, i am not too sad, but eitherways, i think the school is too rushy.
seriously, two prelims in two months..
phew, this year is passing fast:)
hopefully i do awesome in the final end:)
Toodles;)
i need a dark coloures unwanted tee......i dun have one.
