WHAT ARE YOU?!?

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

i hope you crash and burn...
either you step up, or get out of my face...

even technological tardheads like me gets moment of glories okaaaay...
when mr tan accidentally mistook me for an IT fixer upper during tutorial...
between my moment of glory and the class' shocking disbelieve (at my non-existant ability of both technological and IT skills)
for that one very split second, i actually thought i could actually miraculously solve the whole IT technical glitch...
ok think of it as a milli-spilt second....
a blip of a milli- spilt second...

before giving mr tan the most clueless look even cher from clueless would aprove...

" you have to be kidding right? me? you're totally talking to the wrong person!?!"


its because of moments like this...
i wished people went to the library to research...
looked at magazines for porn...
send a hand written letter...
and played pacman for fun...

on my tombstone it'll read...
"Hong Yu Ran, he who couldn't even clrl+Alt+Delete to save his life"


halloween in nyp is as obscure as the wireless connection in the campus...
unreliable and slow...
erm...

what are you???
i'm a mouse DUUUUUH...



DDUUUHHHHHH!!!
















and you say there are not enough of freaks in the world...