a guy with bad grammar is a huge turn-off.

at least i think so, personally.
or maybe its my pet peeve; cause i ve suffered for 10 years under the singaporean education system, trying to grasp the basics of the absurdly irregular english grammatical system, slowly learning it, getting conditioned, applying the rules and assumptions i made after generalising, making errors on the irregular exclusions, then learning the corrections for the anomalies

its really, really, really unimpressive when someone says to you,
eh, i think you forget me.


what?
-_____-
it doesnt help that i have a natural tendency to check for grammatical mistakes in every single piece of literary work my eyes rest on...

it doesnt matter even if he says things like you're gorgeous
bad grammar turns me off man, damn.

you can readily point out my punctuation or spelling mistakes;[oh have i ranted on about how i hate that tricky little apostrophe....]
realise i have them littered here and there in my language; its the two weaknesses i admit, with some helplessness, i have some little pride about [since i know i know nothing, why not admit i am ignorant and learn from others instead of assuming. learn a little from socrates and you will improve.]

and i readily admit my spelling errors.
during a conversation, even what i said became an msn quote [obviously some copycat trying to do a rather unoriginal replica of my stroke of wit luh. *amused*]
'she said, i always knew i was bad at spelling'

i love being challenged at my own game.
*smirk*
i havent had that feeling in a long time...



when was it then?
when i felt it was something different?

i cant remember, but i think it was because...
*thinks*

well, maybe this food for thought is for me to know, and you to find out...

anyway im kind of amused, glad, pissed, upset, depressed [yes, all at the same time] that im awake at this ungodly hour [though usually i wake up at 7 to collect breakfast then go back to zzz, i'd gladly give up my 2 dollars worth of hall breakfast for more beauty sleep]
to put it subtly, im experiencing a myriad of emotions

myriad. its one of those little irritating words that dont have regular letter-to-sound correspondences but never seem to leave your visual lexicon but at the same time never seem to leave an impression in your semantic system unless you check the dictionary n times and ask people what it means n times... annoying.

at the same time, its the feeling of acquiring a fancy new word [that i probably will use less than 50 times throughout my whole life] that makes me feel intellectual and knowledgeable. *smirk*


random thoughts at 7 15 am...

actually hes quite a nice person;
i wonder why we always quarrel.
i ll try to pick less on you next time, haha



my muscles are aching from last night's sudden exertions [we havent been climbing scaffolds, cutting, sawing, screwing and attaching stuff like this for quite a considerable amount of time... my body is yelling fatigue but at the same time my mind seems to be thriving at the sudden arrival of this burst of activity...

apparently i made a bet with mr. m; im supposed to go up to some attractive guy and ask him for a date today.
*raises one eyebrow*
but i suppose i've lost already; guys dont seem to have any effect on me eh...
maybe they dont have enough appeal; maybe its just my erm, inclinations...well..
anyway, looking at how things are going, i've lost the bet already...

i wonder what difference will today make.
*sigh*

probably not a lot.
i ll be 10 dollars poorer. heh. *smirk*