An assignment put him to the test

So in a procrastinating fashion

He decided on a mission

To get some things off his chest

Jen was online on a Sunday night

Offline on MSN just out of sight

A word or two there

While drying her hair

Just about to turn off the light

Poor Aaron share his fyp woes

Jen wasn’t up for playing heroes

Another word and then

That’s how it all began

The penning of this wonderful prose

Professional procrastination is a crime

When one is running short on time

In the blink of an eye

2 months passes by

Panic as deadline bells start to chime

Distraction lurks in every nook

Stealing precious time like a petty crook

A blog updated now

A friend asking how

Know how you’re screwed? Facebook

Its getting late and I want to sleep

Out of Aaron, not a peep

I hope he’s happy

Or at least less crabby

Coz this post sure as hell aint cheap

By the one and only, Jen. All hail.

After a while, I noticed a certain change in the blogosphere. It boomed and suddenly it was the “in” thing. Haha. And that change, like many others, made me feel a little tad too uncomfortable. Letting unknown individuals read “me” was not something I signed up for as that blog was started just for my close friends’ (or at least aquaintances’) read only. There were times where I feel like I was.. caught off guard, as some might put it. Those times are especially when strangers would come up to greet me face to face in public malls. It is really flattering really, to be somewhat “known”, but the fact that these ppl think they know so much about me when it is really likewise turns me off.

Thus, this prompt me to make my decision to have my big move to Blogspot from the year 2007. Here, things, as some can tell, are more subtle and cryptic. Not so open and straight to the point like how it used to be back in Xanga. This was where I became Schmae lah *chewah wtf* Haha.

The following would be an exclusive *cough* :p copy of what I have written in Xanga as my last post. Note the difference in the way I write. -_- Am not proud of it, but heck. That was me back then.

[A Conclusion is Simply the Place Where Someone Got Tired of Thinking. Someone Like Me.]

*grumble grumble*
stupid connection.

i was actually feeling all semangat-ed to post an uber long and emo post..
you know?
to end the year 2006 and all that shit.
but noooo~

an earthquake had to happen in Taiwan.,
causing a major network cabling disruption.

waargh!
what better timing, eh?

*sigh*

anyway..
since it was already reported in The Star that this internet problem would take at least 3 weeks  to resolve,
i guess there’s no point for me to blog as often as i normally do then..
because sitting here for 2 hours just waiting for Xanga to load,
is crazy.

thus, this post shall be a be-earlierd New Year post..
and i’ve decided to unravel The Next Big Thing now instead of the 1st of January, 2007 (as planned).

ahem. here it is.

I’ve decided to leave Xanga.

yes, you read right..
i’ve decided to stop blogging at Xanga,
and start anew in another blog.

it was a very difficult choice..
for 3 years of my experiences,happenings and not to mention..
3 whole years of my life is jotted down right here.

from me overcoming my fear of heights during camps,
to me getting onto my first airplane journey to Switzerland.

mostly, everything of my life is “pen-ed” down here.

it was EXTREMELY difficult.
but i’ve chosen.

this Xanga site will still remain open..
for the sake of Xanga Friends Lock Bloggers (like Stephaine )..
and for the sake of my own memories.

also, i’ll still use this account to read fellow Xanga-rian blogs through its subscription.

however,
i will not be revealing my new blog’s url here..
mainly because i’ve been having too many problems since i’ve let this blog stay public.
okay, so my other blog’s gonna be public too (for now).,
but i wont advertise it here or anywhere else..
except to my close friends&families.
but you get what i mean right?

IF somehow you want to read my new blog..
please ask me for it’s url.
but, i do not gurantee that i’ll tell it to you.

*sigh*
i was expecting to write some long, emo, closing post..
but thanks to Mother Nature,
i have to resolve to this.
capalang and cincai-bocai.
what lar.
damn lousy.

oh well..
till we meet again next time.,

Have a Blastin’ New Year!

goodnight.

loves,
*XoxO*
shengmae*

p/s: i wont be blogging at my new blog anytime soon because of this network problem.
uurgh. so mafan.

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Ta-daaa. HAHAHA. Oh well. That was then. As you’ve read, I never intended to let my Blogger site go public too. But.. look at what happened. :p Meh. Only this time, I’ve learned to write discretely bwahaha. Still, I sense another change coming soon? Maybe. We’ll see.

Naturally, he wanted to see if I could get into the whole hu-ha of it as well. -_- So here we were, I think it was already close to 3 am when he brought it up. I.. was already half dead, and felt so beat up I wasn’t really in the mood to layan him. BUT, takper. Layan anyway. Why? I also don’t know why haih. :p

Anyway. The whole thing ended quite.. abruptly. :p With me winning of course chewah. Here’s how:

What was our score again, Aaron?

Schmae 3.5 – Cincau 4 is it? Hah, I’m catching up. You wait.

Girl: How much?

Boy: The length of a straw.

Girl: Oh.

*pause*

Girl: Well, I miss you just by a teaspoon. *walks away*

Boy: !!

1 Girl – 0 Boy

Hahaha. Woot woot.

Sigh. But ironically, change IS one of the constants in life. So yeah, talk about stupid bloody life ironies.

Throughout my 21 years, I have more or less learned have been forced to deal with a couple of major changes. With friends ke, family ke, education ke, you get my drift. Whether it is dealt with properly or not, is another question all together. But the fact that I have learned how to suck it up and move on with the change, meant a great deal to me. As pathetic as this sounds, I realized at a very late age that nothing can ever stay the same. So why fight it, I thought. And as much as I hated it, the moment I came into terms with it, I (think I) was a lot happier. Sounds like a life achievement to a certain extend, kan? Chewah. :p

Ooh, before I move on, let me just share a little something that may explain why I don’t handle changes very well:

1. I have never shifted homes before. 21 years in the same ol’ environment kinda helps explain things a little, yes?

2. I have always been in the same kindergarten, primary and secondary school. With proper transitions to the next level aside, I never had a “transfer” like some did.

Spoilt, much? My parents think so too. I talked to Mum and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, if I experienced a detachment from my so-called comfort zone when I was younger I might be more versatile than I am today. Then again, who’s to know eh?

And yes, for those who were wondering, it still does get a little difficult sometimes for me when new changes come along. Just that, it won’t be about petty things like lunch times lah wtf. I’d be emo-fied to hell for nights at a time whilst scheming up a plan to put things back as they were even though I know very well it’ll be redundant. After that, heart pain lah. Failure wert, so I’d sit and sulk at corner for another few days after which I’d force myself to face it. And then finally realizing, “Hey. This isn’t so bad after all!”

Hahaha! Yeah, I wonder why on earth do I put myself in such torturous state sometimes. -_- The human behaviour intrigues me a lot like that. Hence, the Psych major. Hoho.

Joke:

How many psychologists does it take to change a light bulb?
- None. The light bulb will change itself when it’s ready.
- Just one, but the light bulb really has to want to change.
- Just one, but it takes nine visits.

Hahaha! Yes lah, lame lah lame lah.

Know what, Aaron? I think I’ve just wasted 5 minutes of your reader’s precious time reading this nonsense. You sure you want me to be doing this often? :p