It's a new blog, but I'm not new to the blogging scene. In fact, if you've been reading about my misadventures with various systematic disorders, then you'll have come to this corner of the web from my ex-personal website. Yes, my very own personal website which was so tragically closed down. By me, of course. Why? I came to find it more of a nuisance than something which I would be proud of. Initially, the latter was true. As time went by and I realized I've been really talking to a wall, and sounding rather moronic whilst doing so, I began to dread having to update, update and update. There's no incentive to update, you get what I mean? Ah, "SELF SATISFACTION!" you cry. But what satisfaction is there in talking to a wall? Ok. The main point? There was a trickle- yes, I really mean a trickle - of traffic each day. Or week. The whole damn place was DEAD. I'm telling you, every part of the web should be alive. If not, just delete the site - it's taking up webspace. So the decision of mine to move to a blog service, which, by the way, is tonnes more convenient than D-I-Y ones like I had previously, was not a painless one. There was some reluctance and hesitance as I typed my last message there. "Goodness," you say, "this woman's mad -- she's feeling hurt over a few bytes lost." You won't understand. After you so painfully typed all the tags, and designed logos for your OWN site, you come to realize the best decision to make after awhile is to delete it. You tell me how painful is that. Before I start on a history of my website, why don't you just go visit it?

So here I am, on a new plot of cyberspace-land. What's the difference? Tonnes. At least I don't have to type so much html using this. At least ... (i think) it's more accessible to more readers.

Anyway. Back to the normal nonsense. JC life has been quite kind to me so far. I say quite, because there's still a sizeable amount of tutorials and projects that are being piled onto us. The most demanding would probably be Math. The lecturers are really quite fast with Maths... we just had our first lecture test and I am serious about this: I am going to fail my first ever test in a junior college! The rest -- still manageable. Ok. Maybe I'm struggling with Maths because I am the ever-famous MATHS IDIOT. You, trust me, wouldn't want to be my Maths teacher. I give my Maths teachers nightmares. Just ask Ms. Fang from my secondary school. She'll nod her head away. See those eye bags under her eyes? They were caused by me. Yes, me. Single-handedly. Yarh. I'm exaggerating.

I'm pretty sure later on in my JC life, I'm going to meet more what I term as systematic disorders. Maybe I should start naming them eh? Then I can classify them and talk about them here. Rubbish -- I know. Let me, then, start bitching about certain moronic people who have had the great honour of pissing me off this year. Some are just plain bimbos. They've really got no brains. They sashay in front of me. They cause me to gag. They flick their hair into my face. They cause me to wrinkle my nose. They shake their butt. They cause me to wonder why their butt muscles never tire. But what kinds are worse than bimbos? Desparados. For love, that is. I don't like it when I see people throwing themselves at the opposite sex. It just disgraces their own kind. I'd rather be an alien than a female if another female was throwing herself at another male.

I'm going to end here. I have an Econs test on Friday. I'll just be fried if I don't study now. More on the people who cause me to want to be an alien next time. Adios.

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