I'm not awesome...

If I could be a superhero
I would be awesome man
I’d fly around the world fighting crime
According to my awesome plan
And if I saw criminals trying to lie
Hurting other people and making them cry
I’d haul them off to jail in my awesome van
‘Cause I would be awesome man

Now, Some criminals want you to be a criminal
And they offer you things like drugs, alcohol
But we know what to do, kids
We just say ‘No’

If I could be a superhero
I would be Drug-Free boy
Telling the world of the evils of drugs
And all of the lives they destroy
Well I would take all the junk
He’s getting so high
With their needles and bongs
And their sticks of tye
As I burn them alive I would squeal with joy
Because I would be drug-free boy

If I could be a superhero
I'd be Immigration dude
I’d send all the foreigners back to their homes
For eating up all of our food
And taking our welfare and best jobs to boot
Like landscaping, dishwashing, picking our fruit
I’d pass a lot of laws to get rid of their food
‘Cause I’d be Immigration Dude

Kids, You can make up your very own superhero
If you could, Who would it be?
If I a superhero
Would you be justice guy
Making sure people get what they deserve
Especially women who lie
Like if a wife left her husband
With three kids and no job
To run off to Hawaii
With some doctor named bob
You can skin them and drain them of blood so they die
Especially bob
Then you would be justice guy

Or you could be more sutle
No, I didn’t mean to be vague
Give her the mad cow disease
Let him die of the plague
As long as they suffer for their terrible lies
Especially Bob
Then You would be Justice Guy
Yes then you would be a super hero like me
( Stephen Lynch - Superhero )

*nobody understands*

( 22nd March )
An exam over... walked out of the exam room with the same feeling i've been having all the other times when i had exams... tat sense of "head in hands" feeling... not again i tell myself... why din they ask wat's the difference between B2B and B2C... why couldn't they ask wat's the difference between a business case and a business plan... why couldn't they ask things tat i took the time to memorise for... instead... why ask wat's the difference and similiarity of extranet and interorganisational information systems... it was like askin me the difference between a donkey and an ass... watever it was... i could have said some utterly stupid things like extranet has something extra in it... which i decided against since miss chia is a nice person and she has enuff papers to mark already as it is... let's wait for the sms from the school shall we?

( 28th March )
An exam over again... walked out of the exam room with the same feeling i've been having all the other times when i had exams again... tat sense of "head in hands" feeling again... not again i tell myself again... studied real last minute for this paper... had a lot of things on my mind... but it's juz too late... and we can't go back... excuses wun save my sorry ass... i'm more or less certain abt the supp paper... but there can be miracles... when u believe...
*nobody understands*

no matter how hard u try... u can't please everybody
*nobody understands*

Anthony's leaving soon... ant wuz my supervisor at bakerzin OA back then and he's a malaysian... he's got a nice character and was certainly very friendly wif the staff... lookin at him on the streets... u wouldn't even think he was a supervisor but more of a student at the poly... tats how young n fresh he looked... heard from jon recently tat he's going back home... was sad to hear this since he is probably one of the nicer supervisors at bakerzin... someone tat i could get along wif too... gonna miss u ant...
*nobody understands*

had a recent conversation wif an ex colleague of mine... she told me she kept a diary to herself and only she knew abt the diary as in... only she knew the contents in it... nobody else... not even her best frenz knew wat wuz in it... all her frustrations... all her thoughts... bitchin needs... watever juz went into the diary... i admired tat... it was private... stuff nobody is supposed to know... and only ur diary knew... deep thoughts tat u knew u couldn't put up on ur blog... for a risk of backstabbers or misunderstandings... juz like talkin to the diary itself and it listens... she asked me if i kept one... the truth is... no... i find the idea of actually penning down my tots on a piece of paper as... "so now wat does this accomplish?" if i had a problem... if i din want anybody to know... wat would writing it down do for me? it juz doesn't work for me... many pple keep diaries... and it works for them... i guess... i'm different then... probably not expressive as i thought i was... if i wanted to... if only i could reflect on all my past thoughts... wat do i have to look upon? my blog?...my blog... it's superficial lahz... i'm sure u wouldn't want somebody u're not close wif to know all abt ur sex life or ur heart-aching problems rite? i guess... close ones have always been the solution for me... and i thank them for tat... it makes my problems lighter... knowing at least... i'm not alone?
*nobody understands*