Wednesday, March 31, 2010
because this quote has to be recorded. for future references.
"all work but no pay makes nini a very discontented wise"
that's why i ponned work today. huahuahua.
Nini @ 3:22 PM
Monday, March 29, 2010
english literature is a tricky little thing.
ovid the poet. the metamorphoses of ovid.
so ovid turned into a tree.
and apollo turned into a tree too.
oh wait daphne turned into a tree.
so ovid is daphne.
and apollo loved daphne.
so apollo is gay.
behold the confusing and twisted relationship between poet and god and tree.
okay ovid didn't turn into a tree. he just wrote whoever turned into whatever non-living things, and whoever coupling with whoever turned into whatever non-living things. see the confusion within?
basically i just had an itch to scandalize. from the bottom of my heart. all hail bad karma D:
Nini @ 10:37 PM
Saturday, March 27, 2010
I can't stop the terrible thoughts in my head.
I know I have a bad temper to start with. I know it's meaningless to get angry and agitated. But how can I remain calm and nonchalant when I have just lost one of the things I treasure the most? How can I simply take things in my stride?
But I just can't stop wanting to curse her into non-existence.
(If I do it a hundred times a day for a hundred days, will it come true?)
But it doesn't stop me hating her. It doesn't stop me hating myself either.
If I say I lost it, I'm forgiving her; if I say it got stolen, I'm forgiving myself.
And I forbid either.
God... Gods, whichever religion, make me the kind and forgiving human being that I should be.
(And while you're at it, damn her and her cursed pair of hands to the deepest depth of hell. Pretty please.)
Nini @ 11:25 PM
Friday, March 19, 2010
boss wong needs to blog.
Nini @ 11:23 PM
Friday, March 12, 2010
I don't know what's wrong with me.
When I don't have it I longed for it. I whined for it.
Now that I have it I dread it.
Maybe I'm just plain lazy.
Nini @ 9:39 PM
Friday, March 05, 2010
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all"
--- Emily Dickinson
Nini @ 7:32 PM
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
it is sadistic satisfaction.
it is masochistic pleasure.
it stems from extreme boredom.
of studying chinese.
ang geok.
shake that healthy (or not) butt. yo.
Nini @ 11:33 PM