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oh wow. i haven't bloggged for so long. and everyones been bugging me like mad to do so. haha. i guess im really not the blogging sort. but whatever. -_- playing minesweeper with rui jun now and im losing like madd. haha.. yesterday was kind of boring until untilll after tuition. beulahhh, being a mother hen as usual ordered lime juice for me at macs saying, " drink drinkk. it will help your sore throatt." HAHA. this is amusing. then, she went to order fries when i had a helluva ulcer and can't really eat anything. she was like eating it seeing me looking at it. she said, " eh eat lar. there's salt in fries. will help your sore throat!! "WOW BEULAHH. what good advice you give yeah.. and as we were leaving the place, that woman stood up and banged into the display box thing which was "displaying" astroboy and sent a "few" of him flying across the display box without any fire under his feet. i was laughing like shittt. (: and herr, being ever so embarrassed, hurriedly walked out of macs and left me all alone in there looking like some maniac. AND GUESS WHAT? she went out and looked at it from the other side of macs through the glass door. and i went out and joined her, only to find out that astroboyy's top had been knocked off by a RANDOM tremendous force only to show some light bulbs beneath. dear astroboy who fights against evil [i think] cant even protect his own modesty and that crazy womn was like [nakeddd. nakeedddd]. -________#. LOLx. i still feel amused.


anyway. i found this really nice nice nice poem..


Philip Larkin - Ignorance

Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.

Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:
Their skill at finding what they need,
Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,
And willingness to change;
Yes, it is strange,

Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh
Surrounds us with its own decisions -
And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,
That when we start to die
Have no idea why.