spent the day trying to sort out my history notes. looked at the stack of history notes for 10 minutes. confidently declared that i would not be able to finish it by the end of the day. chucked it to one side. took out cold war shit and finished the short answers. wonderful. i feel so productive. eh, it's true! at least i did something. i could have done NOTHING.

smile: tomorrow might be worse. i guess so. who knows what the future holds? and if you do know what the future holds, will you work as hard, slog your butt off even though you don't get what you deserve in the end? see, that's the beauty of the unknown. because no one really knows, our actions will be what we meant them to be. a little confusing, but it sounds better in chinese. we do things because we hope for a specific outcome. but if we know what happens in the future, our actions will be different... ultimately, they'll affect the final outcome. and i love making myself and other people more confused than ever.

i need a new motto. or a new saying. whatever you call it. quek has her "you rock my socks". of course, i don't want to keep saying that. that's her line! until i figure it out...

ming and i were talking. and then she told me i was speaking funny. suddenly i possessed an accent. rubbish. i've always been speaking like that. it's her fault for not talking to me for such a long time. then she said i was trying to act cute. rubbish. i don't need to act cute. i'm already cute.

hoo boy. i think to write/ say something like that, i must be high again. grr. wonder how that happened?

oh ya. cheryl's blog has a cool background. after all, deacon frost from blade. that's like saying "duh".