::the horror, the truama. years of therapy can't fix this::
logged on the blogger.com one day to find EVERYTHING in chinese. those of you who know me well enough should know the hate-hate relationship i have with chinese [in particular chinese teachers]. you can't possible imagine the agony i have been through just trying to write a letter to the people at blogger support. clicking aimlessly til i found the right link. the chinese is not the simplified chinese that we learn in sch but the traditional one with alot of funny looking characters which just compounded the whole situation into a gigantic mess. at least if it was in simplified chinese i do believe that i would be able to find my way around. i think.

::thank God for the music::
i swear if it wasn't for my mp3s i would go crazy everytime i go online.
oh man. atreyu has just become my favourite band. okay second. i still think that bleed the dream is that good.
but in particular i have begun to idolise the atreyu guitarist. he is nothing short of amazing. okay. before everything starts sounding gay. i don't idolise HIM as much as his playing. such technique, such style. and he's not like all goth dressed in black with mascara and black eye shadow. he's like just this ordinary looking guy [although ordinary guys don't usually play for world famous bands per se]. his solos completely rock.

::yet more trauma::
prelims will be over next monday. that leaves slightly less than one and a half months before the real thing. and i really don't know if i'll be able to make up for the time that i have lost basically stoning. i know it is really boring for people to read this. but that's what's really worrying me now. the road after JC is hazy if not completely invisible with the only thing being sure is national service. what is a guy to do.