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27 October, 2003

What the friggin hell?

21:13:59 | Ranting | writebacks (8)

Who in the correct mind would send 4427 spam emails to my admin email account? Not only are they just spam mail, they are advertisements which are boosting the sale of viagra and still which will enhance the size of your *ahem* and so on. I was throughly pissed! How in the world did those idiots find out about my admin email address when it was not even in use? This explains the reason why my disk space suddenly shot up over the last few months even though there was hardly any site uploading activity. Now it is going to take me ages to delete all these unwanted spam mail because the email software installed on my domain only deletes a maximum of 10 emails at one time.

Whoever these spam companies are, I hope they will be unsuccessful in their business ventures, whatever it is. Preferably, I’d ask them to go and eat shit and die. It seems as though the anti-spam campaign which is held internationally seems to be failing. I still have to solve the mystery as to how these assholes got my admin email address when it is supposed to be kept private.

*Kicks the computer in frustration*

And now the server is so darn slow when I am trying to eliminate those spam emails. Why does these things always happen to me? Looks like those spam mail would be sitting in those folders forever until I have the time to eliminate the rest. Forget it. I am contacting my hosting provider to request for that email account to be wiped out. I have had enough. I have never felt so angry in my whole life…

On a lighter note, two of my tutors replied to me emails regarding my classmate’s appeal for promotion. Both brought me negative vibes as I slowly read through each one. It seems as though this is starting to look like a hopeless case and the likelihood of me not being able to see her in year 2 with me next year stands at a magnificent percentage of 0%. I tried questioning my Chinese tutor about the likelihoods of her being promoted and he gave me a flat out answer — “impossible”.

No more mood for internet surfing. The sight of my cluttered inbox really makes me want to hurl.

26 October, 2003

The gift of friendship.

21:24:49 | Thoughts | writebacks (10)

I always knew that I had a major character problem, but until now I had done nothing to deal with this. I have a tendency to be a loner, and would get really irritable when people are around. Entering Junior college had changed me a wee bit, but some bits and pieces of my old character remains. My character problem is at its peak especially when examinations are around, making me feel irritable and I would snap at anyone, anywhere. This is the reaon why the number of friends I have decreased drastically within the past 3 months. Even my usual group of friends in Junior College are starting to avoid me…

Another thing which I have to come to terms with is the fact that I am bossy, literally. No matter how much I try to mind what I say, it just happens. However, it would already be too late when I realise what I have done by the irritated looks that my friends are shooting at me. People tell me that I am too uptight, because I think too much about my own problems to an extent that I have a tendency to complain. I absolutely agree. This is so because I have noticed that 3/4 of the things which I say is always pessimistic and negative and I would just kao beh about the slightest things. My mother also mentions that I am too sensitive, making me take other people’s words the wrong way easily, causing others to be wary of what they say especially around me.

Why am I like that? As what many people say, the only way to change your problems and character is to come to terms with it and admit it, which I already do. Now the new problem is to start changing my character. I’ve got to start socialising more and look more on the positive side. Speak about uplifting and happy matters more often, spend more time getting to know my friends better. This will, hopefully, bring my social life back to normal.

But one barrier which I would have to handle is the fact that my friends and I do not share the same interest, and I usually find myself lost in their frequent discussions about their interests. Thus, I am often at a loss of ideas on what to say and I have to desperately rack my brains for a topic to create a conversation with…

No, this is not a psychological handicap. A handicap is only a handicap if you look at it from a negative point of view. Things such as this can be changed, and it is high time I do something about this particular problem. I have to win back my friends’ full friendship and trust, as well as to remove the tension that I am always experiencing everything I am around them.

Luckily, I have good friends like Jenny who continues to stick with me during the stressful exam period when I am at my most irritable. She was always there to help me, console me when I am down, and this is something which I am thankful for. Another good friend is Erica, whom I have yet to hear from my teachers regarding her appeal, and I hope she’ll be able to remain with me in Tampines JC.

Photographs of my cousin’s kittens

01:08:16 | People | writebacks (10)

As promised, I have managed to capture quite a handful of photographs of my cousin’s baby kittens as mentioned in last week’s post. Quite difficult to photograph them as they were moving around too fast, but the best shots will be shown below…

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Not many photographs of the black kitten were captured though, mainly because the kitchen was too dark to see him clearly.

After playing with the kittens, David developed some breathing difficulty as he had accidentally inhaled some kitten fur. Therefore, he sat on the couch and started to force that piece of fur out of his nose violently. That silly boy had forgotten to use tissue paper and just sat there making those loud forcing noises, causing all his disgusting snot to fly everywhere. He only decided to use tissue paper after I started to protest at that unsightly view of his phelgm. When he left the living room to take his bath, the entire place was littered with all his tissue paper.

Sigh… that boy is always expecting other people to clean up after him…