Well well. It's a stupid thing to post pictures of yourself online, but it's another mistake-of-the-millenium to post pictures of yourself WITH your sweet-seventeen boyfriend on ONLINE NETWORKING SITES like Friendster. So sinfully sweet that it needs online broadcasting and with 'x3' as the title as lovebird deems fit. Seriously unless you got it worked out at the fengshui master's or some quack marriage counsellor's that you two are gonna stay together forever until six-feet-under time, i totally can't comprehend.

What happens in the case of a break-up? Well ex-lover and you remain as 'friends', and online friends as well. But you delete all the sweet memories by the click of the mouse. And everybody on your friend list knows that, the same way they learnt about the then-blooming relationship in the first place, ONLINE. Personally Friendster/Facebook are just for leisure purposes, like 1. Creating a psuedo-profile, or, 2. For twiitinqq pleasure for the former. For the latter it's like either Hangman or quizzes, and somehow i have deciphered how to get around 'SEND INVITATIONS' to twenty friends. Haven't cracked the code for the approval of random applications though.

And why do people even bother placing the javascript command for closing web browsers on their blog? It's just redundant. For example there will be like "wrong blog? leave" and the sorts of "this is my blog, i write about what i feel, not happy get lost", or for ultimate effect "fuck off". Though i would like to take the take pleasure to inform you that it doesn't work on FF unless you manually enable java.

Oh. Or it would be "click the red 'x' at the top-right corner"(how very precise!) or "alt-f4". Like waddahell mansxz. It is so childish and ohwell this can go on forever. I guess all members of the online community have reached a consensus that we flaunt as much of all the html codes we can find on the sidebar to 'describe' ourselves. What with bolding, italicising, underlining or striking out. How much fun. Maybe it helps to bring out the mood or something i don't know.

And yes, no offence to anyone from everything up there.

Oh somehow watching Heroes on a marathon basis makes me feel like a have a hidden special power. I remember having this dream about me passing through walls in peefour. It has a storyline dontplayplay. Like i remember that i was near the tv console, in the living room, one precise corner. Somehow, in the dream i subconsciouly(haha double subconsciousness) knew i could do it, and i tried for the first time but failed. The second time round i passed through into the corridor, the wall, the curtains, everything. Seriously it seemed so easy-breezy-peasy-weasy that i wanted to try doing it in real life after that.

Then there was once, between the ages of five to eight years old(prime time of my childhood man), back at good ol' Toa Payoh, i had this nightmarish dream about my lil brother. He was still a toddler then, and one moment we were sitting in the living room on the floor, and he was flashing his arms WITHOUT THE HANDS, and smiling. Then somehow i opened the nearby cabinet and his hands were inside(i don't remember if they were moving). And i think he joined them back or something, a la Claire Bennett, the power of healing. HAHAHAHAHA i know it's hilarious. I am not sure about the joining back part though. It could just be a fracture of my imagination.

Oh and when i was still attached to the google box i used to predict very accurately when the ads will end. True, spot-on, most of the time. And i get visions and deja vus all the time.

Maybe i'll have to wait for an eclipse or something.

Oh i remember taking hundreds of photographs as a kid, all my little toys. And developing storylines for my Barbie dolls(yes i have dolls and i play with robots and lego and sand as well). Probably makes for good creativity development for a precocious kid.

And how come i never got to go through any finding-myself phase?

Ignore that two paragraphs' worth of randomnessity.

On the bus where all great thoughts come to exist. Are we not fighting everday? In minumum ways, fighting to get on the crowded bus during peak hours, fighting to keep up in pace at work/in school, fighting to get cheap bargains(aunties' forte?), and to greater measures, WAR. So much talk for social equality and world peace, people are fighting and dying and there isn't much of social grace at all. Seriously who cares if the guy sitting on the bus next to you just lost his job; you don't know him, he's not your friend and you don't care.

For Hitler.