I intended to blog about the pathetic attempt to save the environment by the flawed campaign at NTUC.
However, i'm compelled to blog about the undesireable effects of moodswings instead.

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The day started off with motivation and excitement which very quickly turned to crankyness. Being oh so sensitive to the rush of flow of emotions, the crankyness inevitably instigated much irritants to run wild and free. Before biting someone's head off due to agitation, she quickly decided to cook something to satisfy her invisible hunger. When moodswings are mocking you, not getting what you want can cause a tat of destruction.

Either ways, moodswings caused her mood to ,well, swing ,and trying to keep up with it is very much frustrating. The weather wasn't much of a help either. Cooped up under a roof with no space to jump rope or fly a kite, it was no time to think of work. Time flies when you're having fun. Time crawls when you're not having fun. Time stops when you're having too much fun. Time seems to move too fast or not move at all ,even though you're screaming at it and slapping it with a fish ,when you're cranky.

With work aside, she traded the screen with trees and strangers. Serenity set in for that second before being rudely interupted by a vibrating phone. Walking it off was her best idea yet. Milk, Honeystars, and the quickly melting B&J were the rewards of resisting previous temptations. Hope is good, false hope is only good cause it seems like hope until you're slapped in the head with reality, then it sucks. She hates being ignored as much as I do. But she refused to give in, even though there were the many moments of frustration and dementation.

Sadly, depression had to sink in. OH the sorrow and pain. Depressed she was, hiding in the closet to cry her little heart out she wanted. Though she knew she was stronger than that, she lost the battle. Hoping to win the war, she walked through the darkness under the trees and whipped out the special remedy that could stop her brains from blowing up. Music.

After much walking, the soul was calmer. Headed home she did, only to drift into the star-filled sky. Inspired, she sat down and powered up her pencil. Emotions were let lose. Tranquility. She was released by the obnoxious moodswing. or so she thought.

Blahblahblah, as you can see, impatience has gotten the better of her and unlikely to finish her story, she hopes tomorrow will be a better day. Today's bitchiness should add up to be enough to reach this month's qouta.
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I love the beauty of emotions, but sometimes I wish, I had a better control over them.
Uncertainty reeks, blunt truth hurts.

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Speech #2

I love you Amos. I can totally not get enough of you. You're the sweetest thing ever. They way you touch my lips as I grasp ever so tightly onto you. Promising to never let you fade away, you will stay within me till i go. Oh, the sweet sweet misery. Though you are the temptation that will end in guilt, I resist not. That sweet to-die-for body of yours leaves me in shivers. For I have lost the battle with lust. Though there are many that lie there calling out to me, I have eyes only for you. Consume me not for I will consume you. I have fallen into temptation. *crunch crunch crunch*

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Declaration:
Silent blabber is purely spontateous thinking and typing with the continuous influence of the writer's surroundings. Thoughts are not written to scale. Thoughts are partially fictional and are not to be trusted. Read at your own risk.

Silent blabber #2
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Hello. ((:
Have you ever realized why the sky was so blue? This is actually because the sea is that blue. So you would think why is the sea so blue? Well I’d tell you, but I’m too lazy. Fine, fine I’ll tell you. It’s because the (the money becomes clean) fish in the sea go ‘bluep bluep bluep’. Haha. Okay, Bad joke. It’s just another excuse why I’m not listening in class. Actually I am. (roll eyes) it’s a very complicated situation. Blah blah blah. I, personally, find the little red squiggly lines under these words very annoying. And that little camera on your lappie, is freakin me out. It’s like there’s little people in there looking at me. Blame it on the fairy tales. Goblins, changelings, pixies and secret realms. They get to you. In a funny way. Tend to make your imagination run stupid. Boggarts scare me. Banshees too. Screw you Microsoft Word. Damn you red squiggly lines. Lalala. Let’s go for Macdonalds. I’m starting to really hate those squiggly lines. I shall plot world domination against those little pip-squeaks. RAWWR. Okay. Yes, I’m bored. So go away. No no, don’t go away. Buy me white chocolate. Then you can go away. Kick a dog, Kick a cat, kick a rat, I’ll call you fat. Then I’ll hit you with a bat. Then I’ll turn you into a mat. Then I’ll sit on you till you’re really flat. Haha. Yes, this tickles me. Go on, humour me. Don’t you find antropomorphism very interesting. I guess I spelt it wrong since those little red squiggly line won’t leave me alone. Great. Now the green ones wanna join in too eh. Squiggly galore. Idiots. Go away. I don’t want you. Go haunt the green lady or something. She’s the genius of central park. She’s the witch who put the ridiculous geas on neef and astris. Poor neef. Well. Changelings are mortal anyway. And besides, curiousity never cease to amaze the mortal mind. Or so plenty of folk lore seem to claim. Oh focus, focus, where art thou. In the shops, rampaging through sale items i say. OMG. The tubes are with her. Damn it. Pay me back I say. I feel awfully lonely without my greens. :/ . oh well. Not like I’ll never get them back right. But seriously, I’d really like to have them now. It’s just that selfish want to have your things in range. Of sight, of touch. Blah blah blah. Flip flip flip, flip those pages people. Let’s get this class over and done with. I’ve got too much on my mind. Personally, I don’t really enjoy you reading my thoughts. Not particularly really. But okay. Not like you can help it. So now that I have your attention, I shall cast a spell on you, and THEN plot world domination. MUAHAHAH. Okay. My teething appetite has gotten the better of me. GROWL. Goodbye my friend, for time waits for no man, and i want some fries. NOW.
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Remind me again, why people pay so much for a printed painting that every can purchase at IKEA. Yes, IKEA. You know, that swedish furniture/home furnishing company. Yeah that one. Not the Irish one. haha.
Seriously, they're printed! And theres like thousands of them! Gee people get with the programme. Paint your own! Throw a bunch of rotten vegetables at a canvas, or do a self portriat blind folded and TAH-DAH, Pickasole.

This is the selfportriat I did with my eyes closed. Maybe a peep or so. Still.



Obviously it doesnt look like me, it's abstract. This is bound to ward off the evil spirits as well as serve as a piece of valuable art. Go on, try it.
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Everytime I look at it, it urks me.
Yes, I just made that word up. It's like 'irks', but I like it with a 'U' better.

Seriously, speaking of bubble-head, push aside those bowls of starch fin. Yes, you heard me, Starch fin. No, I didn't make a typo. Starch fin's soup.

Who needs to suffer the guilt of having killed 40 sharks just for that one table of guests at your wedding? Like HELLO, get with the programme people. Shark's fin is soo passe. Okay, maybe not to all. But if we all think that way, then we'd saved alot of sharks.

You may think, "what's her problem, it's just like killing any other animal. Besides it's a delicacy." Well delicacy, bearlicacy, fishlicacy, whatever. Sorry to burst your bubble DR/MR/MS/MRS, but your lil tasteless fish in oh-so-expensive soup is going extinct. Oh, no I didnt make that up. Both parts. But the fun part is the lil tasteless fish part. Yes, you nincumpoop, shark fins' meat is generally tasteless. Meaning, they have no taste. Meaning, the sharks have died for your (the evil pple) sadistic rituals, when all you're 'savouring' is starch, and well the other ingredients they plop into the soup to deceive you. Don't believe me?

"...But shark fins' vaunted unusual nutritional value turns out to be unfounded.
They are indeed rich in protein, but no more than meat, scientists say.
As for taste, the accompanying fancy ingredients are responsible for the coveted flavor of shark fin soup.
Many who have tasted plain shark fin say it is tasteless, like fine vermicelli. In fact, there are reports of dishonest restaurants substituting vermicelli for shark fin..." -(China Daily 05/21/2007 page4)

HAHA. In your face. And they would know because they're the largest consumers. The middle-class at least. Demand rate increasing by 5%. HELLO you china middle-class folks, not enough to go around LAH. 'China's nouveau riche shark fins are symbols of wealth and class.' Gasp. Shame on you. If you've got all that money to spend on 'tang hoon' meat, give it the poor, go shopping, adopt some kid, build your own vacation house in papue new guinea. Maybe, if i did this in chinese it'll get more attention. Damn it.

We all should have a deep veneration for sharks. They do not even compete with us, like who eats more humans, or who eats more sharks. Such humble creatures.

Well, if you're looking for a replacement for starch fin, go with arbutus. Don't know what that is? Well, get with the programme.
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