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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

ceylon and complexities.

coffee bean has a new bunch of stuff.
i'm excited by new stuff.

they've released a couple of rare teas: ceylon green tea and mango green tea. i got them for my mum and i have to tell you, they are NOT cheap - still cheaper though with my 20% staff discount. the mango green tea smells deliciously just like mango, and you know why the ceylon green tea is so rare? it's because the tea plantations in sri lanka usually only produce black tea, and i bought it because i like rare stuff. part of me says it's just a marketing ploy, another part of me just wants to get it. oh well.

there's also banana cream pie. with all due frankness, i find banana disgusting. the texture of the flesh just puts me off.
surprisingly, i tried the pie anyway.
it's weird because i found it yummy. i still find myself eating it, even when i know how much i dislike banana. i am creepy.
so, besides having to deal with me being creepy, you also have to deal with banana breath. *gag* and dont remind me, banana burps are likeOMGgetawayfromme.

the new mango matcha green tea ice blended is to die for, ok? i've gotta stop thinking about it because right now, i cant stop twitching.
*twitch twitch*

this concludes my write-up/online blog promotion for coffee bean. they did not blackmail into doing this, but you're welcome to think so. hahaha.
JOKING LA! these are real, genuine thoughts slash opinions.


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Psychology Assessment March 2009

Outlet manager and Gerald do not get on very well.
They drive each other nuts every few days.
Gerald thinks it's because the OM is moody, psychotic and unpredictable.
The OM thinks it's because Gerald panics and messes everything up when it gets busy.
On a side note, both have just had a haircut.

Based on the above personal blog extract, comment.

i cant think of something good to tell you. but i realise that there's some sort of complex going on here. it's complicated. i want people to like me, to acknowledge me. i also want to like people, even after whatever that's been done in the past. to elaborate on the latter point, i always find myself an excuse to kinda 'forgive' people and to tell myself that they're not so bad, even when they might be. it's a constant battle. one day, they'd be nice and i tell myself that i really like them, and that we could be friends. the next day, they'd be arseholes and i'd be there in the corner cussing my mouth off, honestly - it's like i want to kill those fuckers. the next week, they'd be nice again. then even though i know that they're first-class retards, i tell myself AGAIN that maybe they're not so bad. and so, the cycles continues, never-ending.

i care for people and i care about what they think of me. i always do a mental backtrack after what seems to be a weird pause in the conversation. was it something i did? something i said? or is it me overthinking everything again, making something out of nothing?

it's killing me, and so, i die a little bit everyday.



Grade: D
The report was, even though irrelevant to what was required, intriguing and unique. Your thoughts about what seems to be a self-examination of possibly your own past and experiences worries me, thus, I am sending you to the counselor's office. Also, please utilise proper punctuation, a black/blue pen and if possible, no profanity in your next report.

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