Wednesday, August 28, 2002

oh no....i'm sick too...37.94C.
wait. nein. 3 significant figures. 37.9C. hmmm...not that bad....but somehow feeling like a piece of charcoal. (oh guess what my test tube was on the verge of exploding, and it sucked back some KMnO4, and some of that burning liquid dropped on my hand when i removed the delivery tube.....but surprisingly i didn't feel much. must be the wolsness. at least i wasn't as reactive as serene........otherwise........Chaos!) and i just got a terribly unsympathetic response: "ok hope you get better soon i'm gonna have dinner now bye".............=PPP

ich bin ein Ass.
and it's not what you think it is.
heh anyone wants me to translate anything? i promise it won't be 10C/word

oh.=) bayern vs partizan: 3-1=)
but nowadays it's all...ballack ballack ballack ballack ballack ballack........i think it's unfair that all the action happens in the mittelfeld....i mean if you don't do too well in the midfield there are at least 3 others...there's only ONE goalie. and you always see the midfielders/attackers running around kissing hugging doing somersaults...purest of joy....BUT you see the poor goalie with his head hung low striding across the back. it's almost a miracle to do...hervorragend for goalkeeping, but mostly you just fail fail and fail somemore. durchfallen. and unfortunately that's almost the only time pple witness it. i'm sorry if this is subjective...but....that's the idea i get.
aber Leben ist unfair. und das ist Realitaet. !@$#!#!%%!%!#$@!$@!#$@#@$.

ok. 5/9 photos of elated ballacks. he's such a......big boy.

other than this i'm pretty miserable. das Elend! tut mein Kopf mehr weh.....ach nein.
i absolutely refuse to blog about but prelims...but...i gotta say this......what the heck am i gonna write for my essay tomorrow.
ach...was soll ich tun...was soll ich machen. siiiiiiiiiiigh. feel like sprouting some feverish nonsense. Unsinn.

woohoo. so long.

Monday, August 26, 2002

finally i have the inspiration to blog about something.
yes valerie yes jennie. would you care to enlighten me on why the analysis of my name is .... more untrue than "sewing" and "interior design" is for jennie?

oh and i agree with crys. i just feel constipated watching the interviews during the news.

oh yes. farewell.=)

Friday, August 23, 2002

miss tammy low: hello if you still read my blog (which i doubt....). could you mail me again? i tried mailing you at your address but the mail bounced back. (and now i'm miserable) =(.......but that's retribution for replying after 3 months i guess...oh well. hope to get back in contact with you.....

to everyone else........good luck.....and....*mwa*mwa*mwa*. ich liebe euch=~

Sunday, August 18, 2002

hmmmm interesting. didn't know they could analyse everything.
Your name of Yi creates a very sensitive, inspirational, and idealistic nature. You have an appreciation for all the fine and beautiful things in life, and could excel in music, art, drama, or literary undertakings, where you could find an expression for your deeper feelings that you would not find otherwise. As a result of your love of the out-of-doors, you would experience the most peace and harmony out in the quiet of nature. Your sensitive nature causes you to lack self-confidence, and to withdraw from arguments or turmoil, as any discord reflects quickly through your nervous system. You cannot stand pressure and desire to work where there is no confusion. This name restricts proper verbal expression; as a result, you are often lonely, craving understanding of others. Yours is a very deep, reflective nature, but others would never know it as you keep your deeper feelings within. Tension resulting from the use of this name would affect the heart, lungs, and respiratory organs, or the nervous system.

Friday, August 09, 2002

everyone's talking about national day. how nice. yep my first national day as a citizen.......(and i was amused by jennie but indeed, this year, i didn't feel as awkward singing....but's still not.....hmmm.
ok i've nothign more to say. except to declare, i'm not rotting away. though i wish i were.