Right. So the PSLe's over.
if im not wrong i havent been blogging for at least 5~6 months?
so maybe i am wrong. 7 months
I dont know, besides, who am i to know?
The owner of this here blog. Yeah thats right. the owner of a blog who talks about blog abandonment as if blogs were animals; soft, furry, tame, domesticated, cute-on-the-whole, secret evil spy type of animals.
I just realised im talking to myself. My keyboard is on fire. Sonofagun. Theres something or one in my motherboard waiting to strike my CPU from the very centre if I say its mopping the floor again. Whoops. \

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Luckily I saved this thing. Apart from the yellow eyed devil munching on my system's wires, there are other news. The bulk of the PSLe is over. The S1 posting has begun, and now all i have to do is to wait. And rot my brains while I'm at it. Cuz theres nothing else here to do. Other than the wholesomely stinky rat-nibbled algebra assignment/assessments (pardon me if i spell anything wrongly, Im typing too fast & too long), everything about this S1 posting is retarded. For one the rest of the people. They mess our views of the posting system, creating illusions and making others go ballistic over the MOE hotline/email address. But the saddest part is, one of the choices i made in that form was a joke. yes, a joke. Just to fill in one of those spaces that had nothing in it previously. But what's the harm in trying? Well I dont know. All i do know is that im praying to dear ____ that i can get into HCI. I mean srsly. Samuel doesn't even have any idea.

On to other things. My thoughts & typing are barely coherent, and i imagine that this post will turn out to be a mess. with the font im using in this blog, the whole post will be so cluttered and stuck together that no one except me will be reading it. And i barely paragraph stuff for fear of wiping out the erst of my train of thoughts. You know how stupid it looks to actually stare at the blank post box, looking as retarded as me? I bet I don't.

Now the only thing keeping my mind in this room is my typing on the keyboard. and my hands are getting real tired. The "backspace" button has been pressed more than a hundred times more than i think it would have been pressed. My sentences dont make more logic than the drunken clowns on a Friday guy's night out in the middle of batman shaped urinals. Im breaking up. I need to sleep. Sleep is essential for health. Would you like your pokemon to learn rest?

Ok i haveto stop now. I is thinking that if elmo looks at this thing, It'll be much more worth it than dumpity rubbish Bob. ok. Shit. I'll be out of my mind because of any tremors that has happened, but feel free to occupy the space. I want the rent by the way. And no u cant possess me.
Why?

Cause I will still be in my mind.

For now.

(11:04:00 AM)