heike!

2004-07-20T16:23:00.001+08:00

This will be my last entry.

I'm abandoning my blog. Yes people, cry. I know it's only been in use for a couple of months but we all know Heike and her really short attention span. Unfortunately, I've lost all interest in blogging too.

It's stupid, really. Blogs. Too many have told the whole world how utterly depressed they are. How broken they are inside. How they always 'wish to be dead'. Oh yes, the ones who scream 'attention! I need attention! Shower me with it!' And when they do get the attention they were so deprived of, act all nonchalant about it. 'No I’m strong. I won't cry. I'm all depressed and I crave the attention, but I won't show it because I'm STRONG!' If you want the attention, just ask for it dammit.

Then, we have the Deep Thinkers. Ah yes, it's amazing how deep and insightful one can get on the World Wide Web and appear so (dare I say 'dumb'?) in the flesh. Guess light does travel faster than sound. Might explain why some people appear bright until they actually do speak.

Not to mention, the bitching. John says this. Tom feels insulted. Tom blogs about how ugly and stupid John is. John retaliates. Tom retaliates. Back to John. Tom. John. Honestly people, what's the point? Nothing comes out of it, well, perhaps only more hatred and maybe a cramp in your fingers.

Yes, that is just what most blogs are now for: for everyone to read, for publicity, for sympathy. A place to wear your grief and pain as a badge for all to see. Kinda like Orsino no? Once again, what is the point?!

Anyway, the thing about some blogs is that they're just so damn artificial, attention seeking and stupid. Disturbing I think. Shudder.

Like I said, it's stupid, really. I'm pulling myself out before I morph into an attention-craved, deeply shallow, tormented psychopath. To all my fans out there: continue dying for me! 20 000 already have!

One more thing, Daryl, sorry for wasting your time setting this up, Gab, you were right! And Christian, you were right too!

So yes (unless for some miracle of a reason), http://heik.blogspot.com is no more. Tissue anyone?

2004-06-24T22:47:00.000+08:00

I saw this thing on T.V the other day. It was about this old man in one of those Senior Citizens' type homes and he died. Just like that. Alone, no family, no friends, no one by his side. Just alone. And he was clinging on to some medals that he received during the World War 2 (I think).

Anyway, that totally got to me...Gosh, it was so sad. That is NOT the way I wanna go. Though, what if it really does happen to me? What if everyone who has ever meant anything to me were to die? If I'm the last one left? Then THAT got me thinking what if I were on the Death's very door and the only way I'm to stay alive was to be hooked to some machine? Oh yes, for all out there, if that really were to happen to me, please, I'd rather die. There is no way in hell I'm gonna be hooked up to some machine... Honestly, I'd rather die.

Thing is, I'm just scared of dying alone...No, wait, I'm just scared of dying in one of those homes with no one around me, clinging on to medals (or whatever) of my younger days and just wishing I were young again. I don't even want to grow old. I mean, imagine when you're old and wrinkly, and you're confined to a wheelchair or something and just stuck in that old shell and you just can't do the things you used to only because your pathetic body no longer permits you to... That must be the worst torture I can ever think of.

2004-06-11T20:50:00.000+08:00

Working's fun!! I'm being paid to speak! Damn, it doesn't get any better than that...PLUS working at a complete English-y place as well!

I-Can-Read Learning Centre. We are a complete literacy course where we basically teach children of ages 2 1/2 to 12 how to read and speak proper, grammatically correct English. Comprehension skills and vocabulary. So yes, friends, any younger siblings? Enroll them! We have professional psychologists and highly qualified teachers waiting to access and teach them!

Oh mannn...This is sooo fun!! Great thing is of course, the pay. Hehe...Ah yes, the pay. We all know Heike don't we?

2004-05-31T16:15:00.000+08:00

I'm alive! I'm alive! To all those who've been bugging, whining, screaming, crying and cursing me to update...Yes! Heike lives! I've survived the Chinese 'O's! Into the hall I went, took the examination and my God! I walked out! On my own two feet without aid...Yeah, alive... Ok ok, so perhaps it wasn't that bad...

So anyway, let's see what's been up with yours truly...Well, she's been under lotsa stress the past week (sorry Daryl!), she's been banned from ever touching the national flag again, she's sacrificed way too many episodes of Spongebob and CSI, she's also fallen madly in love with David Essex's 'Oh What A Circus' (it's a song you idiots), and yes, it's official, Heike is definitely gonna begin speaking -screams- Chinese (stop laughing Fidelia! I swear I'll stay true to this vow!! I will! I will!). I mean, the mids were bad enough... Shit, it was horrible. With my grades, think I'll join Zheng Long in his endless pursuit of having no life or something...Hehe...

Anyway, remember this? "How many of you can stand up for what you believe in?" as quoted from our very own Miss Ming. Well, I did that and guess what? Our beloved Miss I-am-right-because-I'm-the-Vice-Principal Chew banned me from touching the flag ever again. Simply adore her. Don't you. With her wonderfully nice (shudder) crooked, (shivers uncontrollably) yellow, (faints entirely) teeth. Eugh. Anyway, I'm feeling the need to be long-winded today so here goes (well, you guys did ask me to update...):

Miss Chew (after insisting on how much in the wrong I was): I want you to tell me what you did to the flag.

Me (Yeah! Me! Go me!): I do not believe I did anything wrong.

Miss Chew: No, I want you to tell me what you did with the flag.

Me: I raised it.

Miss Chew: Do you not understand English? I asked you to tell me what you did to the flag!

Me (deeply insulted): -stares-

Miss Chew: I want you to tell me that you raised the flag very fast at first and slowed down tremendously later on.

Me: Fine. I raised the flag very fast at first and slowed down tremendously later on.

Miss Chew: Now tell me what Mr. Phoon told you to do.

Me: He told us to raise it fast and then slow down as we near the top.

Miss Chew: I don't like your tone. You are very rude. Go stand outside my office.

And yes, I wasted one hour thirty minutes of my very precious life outside the general office. Mann...sucha fuss over a dumb flag... Holy shit. Of course, even the teachers were on my side... Notice just how extremely lovable our vice-principal is?

Anyway...Main thing is: I'm done with Chinese! Nearly...Whahah!

2004-04-28T19:45:00.000+08:00

Oh mann...I think I've just re-defined the meaning of 'Chinese'. Unbelievable. Firstly, I read the passage like some ohmygod I have no idea what (words cannot describe the torture I must have put my teacher's ears in). I must have used more 'erm's and 'um's and 'then's than actual Chinese words...
Had no idea what the darn teacher was saying half the time. She might have just been speaking in Swahili for all I know! And she had no idea what I was yakking about either...She had that blank 'what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about' look that our dear friends in my second post always have. Oh mannn...
Seriously, what IS the point of mother tongue? I mean, practically the whole world's speaking English already!
Bleahhh...Chinese...The very bane of my existence...Let's just hope I'll be able to pass the 'O's and be done with it...

2004-04-19T20:00:00.000+08:00

My childhood fear of Death is returning. Death. It's a scary thought ain't it? Eternal darkness, floating around aimlessly, bidding your time when time no longer has any meaning to you. Forever waiting. For what? You have no idea. Is this what death is? Or is it happiness, joy, freedom, the meeting of your Creator? The feeling of pure and utter bliss. Of how you've finally found where you belong - with God.
Then again, how about the non-believers? Their lives ending with my former version of death? Or worse still, Hell. Doomed to suffer eternal damnation in Hell, the fiery torments of evil, the wrath of Lucifer.
I'm scared. I'm afraid of what would happen to me in the afterlife. Some would dub me a non-believer, but I do believe in God. What am I then? Would there be a heaven for me? Or a Hell? Who's to say what's Heaven and what's Hell? What if there is neither, what if we just...die? Where do we go? Our memories, thoughts, beliefs. What happens to them?
I'm scared.

2004-04-16T14:56:00.000+08:00

Crying your eyes out...Gen, I take it you loved the present? Haha! Anyway, it's Gen's birthday today so, just wanna wish her a super Happy 16th Birthday! You look really bad when you cry you know...whahah! I've been thinking, and I've realised it's been ages since we last just sat down and talked. In fact, I think the last time I even uttered a word to you was like what? Two months ago?! And I'm STILL dedicating this to you! THANK ME! Whahaha!!! Alright, I am officially wacked...Once more, Happy Birthday Gen!

Oh yes, one more thing, props to the Chopper! (Wink! Wink!)

2004-04-13T21:30:00.000+08:00

Fidelia, this is for you girl!

A fine specimen of how immature, insecure, ruthless and heartless us homosapiens can be: the average 16-year-old, Chinese speaking, gangster-wanna-be typical testosterone-filled class bully.

Why, you ask. Why do I condemn this type of male? The type that makes up almost all of Peicai's male population? Basically because, this particular species are Satan's little devils, the beast of all beasts, the very bane of everyone's existence. Believing themselves to be the sovereigns of the universe, they lack everything from brains to looks. Their acquaintance of the English vocabulary being 'Shut up, bitch!' and 'Shut up! Bitch!'

These pathetic excuses for living things have a problem with chubby people, skinny people, English-inclined people, flat-chested females, tall people, short people and ducks, in other words, everything except their mindless, witless, souless, everything-less selves.

Insulting those rounder than the average is their typical daytime activity. Why? This is because they lack the brains and the balls to insult someone who has enough confidence not to sit there and take it. It is true to a certain extent that such unique individuals with weighty issues do lack a certain confidence in their appearance and this is what those blockheaded apes pick on. The coward's way of inflating their already inflated air-filled heads.

However, there is one thing that these lump of skin-clad shells that are blessed with movement are good at (apart from their fanciful eloquently used 'Shut up, bitch!' or 'Shut up! Bitch!') - fighting. This is where their hollow skulls really come into use. Basically because, (surprise!) their brains would never be needed in a fight. Some use for that lump of muscle! (At last!)
Fighting, being one of the most active way to not use a brain is as complicated at an occasional punch here and there, a grunt, a jab, a couple of words such as 'come la!' is widely practiced in the world of our favourite fools.

Apart from their Rambo-like abilities, these wonderfully nothing
specialists do have a softer side. As I quote from a relatively unknown source (you may have heard of her, then again, maybe not), known as Miss See Ngo, 'these people only like to act cute.' Actors they are not, cute they are neither. How they do it, I have no idea. Is it because of their perpetually blank faces even if a teacher calls on them or not? Their hilariously dry witless remarks in class? Most probably it's their inability to link two words together, apart from our all time favourite - shut up, bitch! Or shut up! Bitch!

It's apparent just how biased I am in this issue. They are idle, shallow things. I am not of their element. So sue me.

2004-04-13T21:16:00.000+08:00

This first post is to, haha yeah, just to see what kinda blog it'll look like on the World Wide Web.
By the way, this is Daryl here.
Yeah, although this is Heik's site.
Heh.
Well anyway, I'm just trying to fill this up.
Hopelessly failing though. Bleah-ness.
I'll just do it the Lorem ipsum way...
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