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This entry, to me, is pure, utter genius. (Well, not really.) It was primarily an exercise in descriptive writing and I actually forgot about it until recently, but bloody hell, everyone should click on the link now. Of course, some parts are just stupid but you gotta take the good with the bad, right? Right. This one is my favourite piece of... thing that I've typed up so far. Yeah, it's um, not bad.
Another exercise, this time in insipid, bloody stupid teenage angst. Oh well. It was, at the very least, rather well-written.
Stupid and pointless entry but it reminds me of the fun times I had with my mates. Still kinda remember the guy mentioned in it. Haha. Yeah. Good times.
Not really. Kind of pretentious. But I was only 16.
The honesty displayed in this entry is terribly shocking. And so is the maturity about how I was immature with regard to the whole first boyfriend thing.
This is hilarious. My 16-year-old self's bitter (and probably unjustified) cynicism is such a laugh. "I cried in Primary Six, which was really stupid because I ended up being in the same class as most of the people I knew anyway." I laughed out loud when I read this. I was such a bitter, cynical, almost-genius, ha ha.
It's been 4 years since I wrote this entry. I'm alarmed that some - most - of it still resonates with me.
Just in case I ever forget why I worship James Dean, though that's as likely as me ever doing well in a science-related subject.
This entry pretty much embodies my Slam Dunk obsession. It's faded a little but I still love the series anyway. It's all about Slam Dunk though, a list of whatever relating to the manga/anime series so some people may find it boring. Me? I think it's funny.
I guess because it's better written than most of the entries in here.
The writing is embarrassing. The disappointment is heart-wrenching.
It doesn't get better; it only gets worse.
I simply adore the little Mitsui thingy at the end of the entry. It's so stupid and typically me.
I don't usually blow my own trumpet (HAHAHAHA YEAH RIGHT!) but yeah, I really like this poem. I don't know why. It's not even that good. ... Then again, I think it's brilliant. Yes, I, Yelen Genius, actually think that one of my own bad poems is "brilliant". Well, I gotta credit my muse for it. He's a genius and naturally, geniuses inspire brilliant poems, yeah? (If you haven't figured out who the 'he' in the poem refers to, you don't know me at all.) Wish I could let him read it but he doesn't understand English. Boo hoo, and all that.
Experimental entry. I guess this is called 'stream of consciousness'. I like some bits while others sound stupid.
Another experimental entry, but this time, I have no idea what the hell the point was, or what the hell it's supposed to mean. I keep writing things that I don't understand. Oh well.
Yeah, because I feel damn clever when I make literary allusions to great writers like Franz Kafka. I think I will buy his books even though they are translated and I hate reading translated stuff. He's intriguing.
I really hate self-important people who impose their own useless morals upon others. Die censors, die.
I don't like the person I was talking about in the entry anymore, but I'm including it because it's better-written than 99% of the entries in this journal despite the fact that reading it makes me sick.
Just because I like announcing to the world that I got a distinction for my AO Chinese paper. Bwa ha ha ha ha.
Surprisingly, I read the whole thing. I usually stop reading my older entries after three lines.
Short and sweet.
Ah, yes. My entry on bad English, among other things. This is quite funny and I basically opened a huge hole for detractors to shoot me down but I'm a cocky bitch and I will always be so who cares.
This one still manages to amaze me. It's a bit pretentious but I never professed to be unpretentious so there.
I like the title actually; that's about it. Otherwise, this is proof that I am a whiny little bitch.
Things like that just remind me of why I loved/love/liked/like writing.
I love it when I rant, end sarcasm. There are some grammatical errors in that entry but I'm too lazy to correct them.
This made me laugh. It could be just me.
Okay, so 99.99% of all the entries here are rants, but I like the first portion (not the crap I wrote about Cambridge). It's interesting to see how drastically a person's opinion on certain things can change within a span of less than a year.
The title of the entry says it all. It's hilarious.
This should've been called the case for single-sex marriages instead.
Again, the title says it all.
One of the stanzas is a piece of crap but the rest of it doesn't make me want to hurl. That's a rarity when it comes to my pseudo-poems and hence it deserves to be here.
The first third is good. That's about it.
I really like this one. And I'm proud of it. Also, there's a typo somewhere in the first few paragraphs.
My take on religion, among other things (one of which involve some serious Julian Barnes worshipping).
This is quite funny. The first half anyway, the mock examination paper.
Simply because it's different from 99% of the entries posted in this journal.
"We're all gonna die. Have fun." That made me laugh. I take back what I said about The Straits Times though.
My prediction came true: I hate the course I'm in.
Why is 2002 still so important? Because it was the year when everything began.
Well, yeah. Woe was me.
Not too shabby.
Ah, Jurong. How I thank thee for all the times during which you completely screwed up, pissed me off enough to bitch about them, and now they're making me laugh.
Raw, gritty honesty.
Poor, poor me.