To those whore wondering why I ve missed school for two days, I ve been itching to death at home. Literally.

Apparently I got bitten by some bug or insect or whatever there is out there, and its inflicted upon me some crap which gets me itching very very painfully. Spasms of pain. And constant urge to scratch myself badly with those itches. God.

So I ve got my whole right side of chest all red with those small polka dots. And the itch is killing me, literally.

How many times have I reiterated about the itching killing me already. Nevermind I shall go off now. Take care!

I saw the contradiction ironic and was almost certain i was right about being wrong. I love oxymorons because Im considered analogous with them.

Why is it so hard to believe?
Are they specious? Or not? So why do we even follow them? Yes yes yes, I ll go on asking myself such questions and even if they prove me otherwise, I will try believe not.

And stop micrifying him with your rancid behaviour.

pretty impressed the first day, penetrated past the other facade the second day, was put off the third day.

yes really.

And the closing ceremony was utter bullshit. You painstakingly get your parents to attend it, and then you go "I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY TEACHERS BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH", and "READY CLASS? ONE TWO THREE, WE ARE THE BEST!". What the hell was that? That was a frigging CONFESSIONAL SESSION, and you share WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNT and your EXPERIENCE. Not some stupid star awards wannabe, "I wanna thank this and this". Freaking stupid. Totally. And they actually get smug over it.

... idiots.

Serendipity?

Reach empryean? You dream on! lol

How much do we lose as we grow up?

We were kids and everything laid out in front of us, in a very obvious manner. Yet we were totally stumped, and we asked questions like "Why do people go for branded stuff?". We thought that was stupid, redundant, and weird. We might have even grown up telling ourselves, "no way we ll do that! what a waste of money." I saw things pretty much this way when I was a kid. And I sincerely thought, then, that Baleno and Hang Ten should be sufficient, why are we even going to Nike's and Adidas's? BATA provides us with all the shoes we ll ever need. These brands were perfect, they were comfortable to put on, be it clothing apparel or shoes, and they were fantastically cheap at the same time.

And so, we grew up. Slowly. We turn 13, these brands are still brilliant. Yet you didnt know how much of the impression you ve always had was going to change.

13 was an age when we could easily be brought around by our noses by other people. Seriously yea.

I mean, it was in secondary school that you realise, there is more to BATA than BATA seems, there is more PRESENTATION of yourself in those clothing than you ever knew.

BATA = Buy And Throw Away

Those two clothing "labels" = Cheapo

Yes and we get affected. We dont want to appear poor, even though we knew that there s perfectly nothing wrong with all those, we start avoiding it. We go to famous sporting houses for our clothes and shoes. And we throw money all away, again and again.

Ah then, 15 years. We stop going to coffeeshops, we go to Coffeebeanandtealeaf, and starbucks. And we buy ourselves cups of coffees, with extraordinary price tags. You know you could get ten cups of coffee at least with that kinda money, but still, you exchange it for one meagre amount of drink and cup. And we all think we look more classy.

We grow even older, and who knows, Giorgor is on the way. We lose money, and thoughts, yes. Even though when we pen them down, they seem totally illogical, we still do it.


I wasnt in the right frame of mind as I did this post. Just stoning and movement of my tired fingers. So mind me not, if you find me blabbering rubbish over here.

Consolation is silent sniggering within and refusal to face reality.

We get all so preoccupied with humilities we all start lying.

Do you remember I cried when I saw you? I wasn't all that glad; I felt sad for you.

This is how mean I've become.

Happy birthdays to two darlings. Hehe.

First to the older one, Foo Yong Chao(18). Happy birthday!

To the next, Kua Soon Yang(17). Happy birthday!

Yea, so we celebrated their birthdays on the eve. And it was helluva fun I'd say. First we had lunch and then we proceeded on to KBox, yet one of the main leads was missing due to whatever matters he had to attend to. lol. Eight of us, in one room, quite spacious, and we were screaming our lungs out, with seeann doing the raps and stuffs. And as usual, the super-like-to-hog-on-the-mike foo yong chao was having alot of fun. Pretty great. So we were singing from 2 to 5.30 and for the first time, we managed to finish all our songs on time. Hehe. And thanks to alex's friend, desmond, who provided us with very friendly and at-your-beck-and-call service. However there were two female assistants who weren't that up to par. They came in at times to collect the tidbits bowls and drinks and were quite rude in the actions, and were unsure of alot of things. And what the hell had she got to do with us eating alot of the tidbits?

"Eat too much bad for digestion I tell you first."

...

Hahah so well. We finished at 5.30 and met up with soonyang before going to Fish And Co. for our dinner. Service was pretty bad, lacklustre attitude and slow response. But yea, the food was pretty good.

Spent the last hour at Plaza Singapure discussing a very very sinister plan. Hehehe. Shhhs.


=)) thats all for now so take care and happy birthdays you two!

I see you as a mere acquaintance. And your incessant bugging is getting really irritating. Bugger off, pretty please, before I get rancescent with you. Yes pun intended.

I seek rise.

Had a, totally splendid dinner yesterday at Pastamania. Tony was brilliant, he meddled with the salt container, and I was almost astounded that my garlic bread pieces were covered with much salt at the sides. Nevermind, the cheese container wasnt working well for me also; I had my fingers covered in cheese. lol. All of us laughed about it for some time before Tony said he was the culprit. And about ten minutes later, I saw the salt thing at Don s table, right beside his plate, so I surmised that he had just finished using it or something, and that it would be safe. Yes, I thought. I added some to my Creamy Chicken and found an overwhelming junk of salt engulfing my pasta. God. And the container cover took a dip in the sauces and pasta also. lololol. And we were pretty kidlike, all of us, acting like one of us was invisible at different points of time and a eerie source was the cause behind it;shrieking, laughing and idiotic actions. Hahahah. But it was pretty awesome and fun. Hahah..

Havent got much to think or bother about of recent.

Imagine a lower class emerging in truimph. Hmm.

Missed school for the past few days. Nothing big, just some rotting on both my physical and mental bodies. Aiyah, I dont know what to blog of or about. Bye.


yes i fucking miss you.