The Day I Talk About Somebody

My PW group members just left. I feel so lost. And confused. It's been an age since I felt this. It's not like I've being evil my whole life, or like I've been doing the wrong things. Sometimes, secrets can kill you, y'know?

My mum's being a bitch about my results. Ok, so it's my fault. But I tried. I did study very hard. She doesn't seem to get it though. It's always my fault. Fine. Blame me.
My dad, well, he's also being a bitch. I'm trying my best to give you guys nice results to see, but you all insist that it's the end of the world, y'know? It's only the fucking promos, for God's sakes.

It's times like this I really really hate myself.
I want to escape from this life of mine and have another one. One where I at least have siblings who my parents can fuss on. I'm old enough, and I hope they can understand that the tighter they hold me, the faster I suffocate.

I'm blabbering again.

Everytime you look at me,
You don't see me.
Everytime you talk to me,
You don't hear me.
Everytime you smile at me,
You're smiling not because I'm there.
Everytime you leave me,
You leave me lost.

Do I believe?

I don't know.

The Day I Went Out With Kenny

Spent the day with Kenny at Orchard and had a good time. We had lunch at Cine, where I bumped into a few of my ex-CHS schoolmates (the friendly ones). After that, the two of us met up with Rapheal and a couple of his CJ friends. Then at bout 3, Kenny and I went to K-Box and had a rip-roaring good time blasting our lungs out.

Had hokkien mee at the Wisma food court again. Super dee duper good.

Just got home. I feel weird around my parents. Maybe it's cos they're still pissed at me for getting poor results, I dunno. *sigh* It sucks when I'm the only child la. Oh well...

The Day I Talk About My Results Slip

It's officially C-O-O now. No more D-O-O. Well, at least it's an improvement. Got the results slip back on Friday and felt pretty sad. Thank God for my classmates. I dunno what I'd do without them...

After hanging out with Sean, Tam, Kia Puay, Kitson, Mervy, Joon Yee, Brenda, Esther and Yuxi for lunch, I went to Orchard to meet Kenny. It was a brief meeting, but he made me feel better.

Yesterday was pretty much a boring day. Nothing to write about.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 6

It was Friday night, family dinner night. Tessa had prepared the dishes when her dad got home from work. The man was always busy with his work, and Friday nights were the only time of the week they could actually have dinner together.Tessa's mum had passed away from cancer when she was at the tender age of five, leaving her to be brought up by her father. He chose not to re-marry, much to Tessa's delight; She didn't know if she could handle a step-parent.

"How was your day dear?" her father asked. "It went pretty ok. I wish school would start soon though. Holidays are such a bore." Tessa scooped a spoonful of rice and fish and put it in her mouth. Mmmm... The fish tasted good today. "Why don't you go get a job? You know, take your mind off the boredom and at the same time earn some pocket money of your own."

"I dunno. Maybe I will." She smiled, picking some vegetables for her father. It was always so enjoyable to have dinner with daddy. Every time she looked her father in the eyes, she would feel an incredible sense of gratitude for him. He had been the one looking out for her, taking care of her all these years since mummy passed away. Moreover, he was her only relative.

After dinner, Tessa did the dishes while her dad went for a shower and went back to her room. Her mind was still racing from the day's events. Should she call him or not? She sat on her bed, looking at the slip of paper with the number written on it. After much deliberation, she picked up her phone, and dialled.

The Day I Find Out The Worth Of My Blog (So Far)

Here's something cute. My blog's worth $2822.70 so far. That's not much, but it's something... Haha!

My blog is worth $2,822.70.
How much is your blog worth?

The Day I Talk About Homophobia

This is so sad. I got it off Gloria's blog. Thanks Glor :)

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.I am one of the lucky ones, I guess.

I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn抰 have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

(Please feel free to comment if you think homophobia is wrong)

The Day I Talk About My Story

Ok, for those who actually read my story, it's going to be centred around Tessa, a 18-year-old chick. She's pretty much like any other 18-year-old, but she's got a few secrets of her own. Blake and several other sub-characters will be introduced further into the story, so if you're interested, stay tuned. Here's a new chapter from The Yet Un-Named Story.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 5

The water fell onto her face. It was warm and refreshing. Tessa squeezed some shampoo and ran it between her palms until it became a smooth lather. Brushing it through her hair, she made sure that every inch of her raven bush was covered in thick white foam. The day was weird. She'd just got home from a random encounter with a very mysterious stranger. It ended quite abruptly, but she couldn't stop thinking about him.

It was mystifying. That guy, Blake, had a funny secret that Tessa just couldn't comprehend. But sometimes, some things are better left secret, she told herself. You can't un-hear certain things y'know. Blake had left his number with her. She could call him. Thing is, she didn't know if she should.

After drying herself, she made herself comfortable in her loose Hard Rock Cafe (London) t-shirt and sat on her bed. She unfolded the piece of paper and re-read the numbers written on it even though she had already memorized it. Closing her eyes and lying down, she visualized him beside her, holding her.

Tessa had a crush!

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Blake picked up his phone and dialed the familiar eight numbers.
"Hey, babe."

"Hey babe? Don't you hey babe me! You muthafuckin' asshole!"
"Babe, you made me wait for you for three fuckin' hours."
"You didn't give me a chance to explain! So go fuck yourself! You shouted at me..."
"Babe..."

The speaker on the other side sighed. "Look, I got some more money today."

"You did?"
"That's why I couldn't meet you just now. I was held up."
"How was it? Did you kill the guy?"
"No."
"Ok. No more killing alright?"

There was a pause. Blake heard heavy breathing coming from the other line.
"I gotta hang up now. Call me later."

The Day I Sorta Finished OP Prep

The day was good. Even though Ms Tang did make my group add some stuff to our slides, it didn't spoil my day. At least it wasn't a complete overhaul. Anyway, went to the school gym with Samatha and trained my top, kicked ball for a little while before coming home. Boy, does going to the gym feel good. Y'know, it gives you a sorta orgasmic high. I guess it's the adrenaline rush.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 4

She slunk into her tight tank top and hastily pulled up her jean shorts. The guy lay there in bed, presumably asleep, naked and covered in his dried semen. Men, she thought. They fuck you and they fall asleep. And they blame us woman when we walk away. After browsing herself in the mirror to make sure that her re-applied make-up was ok, she grabbed the wallet by the dresser and picked out a bunch of fifties. After which, she slung her handbag under her armpits and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

She flicked out her mobile and saw 21 missed calls. Shit. I'm fucking late. The money was good and occasionally, the sex was good as well. But this time, she really screwed up. She checked her watch.

5.47pm

Her boyfriend must be fuming. Their date was scheduled at 2.30. She stood there, deliberating for a moment, and finally clicked on the "dial" button.

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"You see, I was waiting there for my girlfriend. We were supposed to meet at 2.30. It's 5.40 now and she still hasn't answered my calls." Blake said, showing Tessa a photograph in his wallet and sighed deeply.

That's sad, Tessa thought. If I ever have a boyfriend and if he ever does this to me, he's so screwed. Trying to lessen the tension, she said, "Erm, maybe she's lost her phone?" He frowned, looking at her in the eyes, "Ok, erm, I dunno. Have you tried calling her house?"

"Yes. No answer. There's hardly anybody at her home anyway."

Tessa remembered the girl in the photograph that he'd just shown her. Curious curious. That is one strange girl So why is she attached to this guy? I mean, he seems nice enough. And he's sure cute enough to get any girl he wants. Of all people why that one? Ok, so she's hot. But so what? Hmmmm. He's still not telling.

Just then, a phone rang. Tessa fumbled for an instant and dug deep into her pockets, eventually fishing out a dripping, moist candy-bar phone. It was soiled and spoilt. Damn, it's so not my day.

"Sorry Tess, it's my phone." Blake smiled apologetically and Tessa's heart melted instantly.

"Hello? Oh. It's you."

There was a moment of silence. Then Blake shot up from his seat.

"Just shut up, alright? I don't need to hear any of this. I've had enough of your excuses! Don't ever call me again. Ever."

Tessa's eyes widened in shock. O-ok... He's scary. Blake sat down, his face scarlet. "Sorry. Didn't mean to have that outburst. Did I scare you?" Tessa was still speechless, and only managed a faint "No". The tension was killing her; She wanted to go home.

The Day I Continue My Story

Shan't talk about my day yesterday cos nothing much happened, other than doing the OP and going for acupuncture.

The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 3

He entered her, sending shockwaves of pleasure running through her spine. Blood flowed through her entire body like fire on accelerant, burning her from within, heating her and making her warm. The raindrops hit the window, making it's presence known by a faint pitter patter. She moaned softly as he pounded against her, gasping in short breaths of ecstacy. He leaned in close, kissing her lightly on the lips. She closed her eyes. The guy wasn't much of a looker, but he was sure good in bed.

The pounding began to get more intense, and she could feel her body cry out in screams of exhileration. Her moaning became louder, and his breaths, faster. With a loud exclamation, she felt him climaxing inside her. Inhaling deeply, he sat his head on her breast and closed his eyes in satisfaction.

It's over, she lay there thinking. Now, where's the money?

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Tessa had dried herself up from the towel Blake handed to her. They were at a corner of the Orchard MRT station, sheltered from the rain.

"Thanks," she said, handing him the towel. He smiled, "We need to get you something warm to drink." Tessa felt like she was constantly walking in puddles. Her boots were soaked. Good lord, I'm gonna get a fuckin' yeast infection on my foot, she thought. The stranger, Blake, seemed like a nice enough guy. It was her lucky day. After settling down at the Coffee Bean nearby, she bought herself a hot Cafe Latte while he got a Cappuccino.

"So," he started, "What brings you here?"

"Well, it's nothing much, really."

He just sat there looking at her, smiling.

"Ok. See, I wanted to come downtown for a little bit of shopping, but I sorta got caught in the rain. In a bad way."He gave a half-smile, "Oh. Heh. I see."

"So what brings you here?"

Blake paused for a moment and took a sip from his cup.

"I was waiting for someone, but I guess I was dropped."

"Dropped?"

"Never mind." He looked around, eyes seeming distant. He's hiding something, Tessa thought curiously, Not like it's any of my business.

Sensing that he was uncomfortable with the topic, she asked another question. " So, erm, care to tell me more about yourself?" Blake snapped back from his momentarily lapse into dream-zone and said, "Oh, it's a long story."

"We've got time. It's still pouring outside innit? Ha ha." Her curiousity was overpowering; She wanted to know more about this stranger.

The Day I Went For The First Cultural Night Rehearsal

It was a tiring, tiring day. Thankfully, it wasn't a lousy one.

Met Meifeng, Aileen and Shiy Yun for breakfast at the Macs at Bishan Bus Interchange before heading off to Aileens house to do our project work. It was productive, and we managed to get some things done at least. They'll be coming over tomorrow to my place to continue from where we left off. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. ;)

After PW, it was off to Little India for my first Temasek Youth Camp (TYC) Cultural Night rehearsal. The camp is organised by Temasek Holdings, and it involves the interaction between youth leaders in Singapore and delegates from the ASEAN countries (plus the non-ASEAN ones, China and UK). The Cultural Night is the main event of the whole TYC. Let's call it CN in short.

So anyways, I met up with my CN mates at the Little India station, waited for about an hour till everybody arrived, then we set off toward our destination. We reached a rather cramped two-storey shophouse that smelled like mothballs. That was when I found out that the whole wayang thing was cancelled, and it was being replaced with a chinse-malay-indian dance item.

Wow.

But nevermind that. The instructors were nice. And I had a great time learning and bonding with my not-so-new-but-relatively-new mates.

After the whole thing, I went to Orchard with a couple of them, and we window-shopped at Heerens.

I'm sooooo in love with the NewUrbanMale.com Dragonboater sweater!!!
Can somebody please buy it for me? *gives Bambi eyes*

Went to the Novena after that and got home. Nothing much happened up till now.



The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 2

Tessa was drenched. No doubt, it was the monsoon season, and there was a tendency for it to rain out of the blue. But she was caught unawares nonetheless. Soaked and shivering, she trudged her way through Orchard Road. It was 2pm in the afternoon, but the the rain was so heavy, the streets were almost empty.

She had just stepped out of the cab when it started to drizzle. Sure, the sky was dark, but it didn't look like it was gonna pour immediately. So she walked on slowly after paying her $6.30. A bright flash illuminated the darkness, and a low grumble of thunder ensued. It was right then that the raindrops became bigger and deadlier.

Ouch.

She looked like a ghost, gliding through the blur stretch of bright shopping malls and business towers. Initially, she wanted to get something from Takashimaya, but it was impossible in her current state. She'd freeze to death in the air-conditioning. Not like I'm not frezzing my ass off in this hell already. Tessa was mentally prepared to fall ill. She wasn't exactly She-Hulk walking through the Niagara.

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In a distance, a young man, not much older than Tessa, was holding an umbrella in the rain. He had been waiting in that spot for close to three hours, but the person he had been waiting for wasn't there yet; He was beginning to think that he'd been fooled. The bottom of him long khakis were moist from the rain splatter. Damn her. From the corner of his eye, he saw a faint silhouette of a young woman, obviously wet in this kind of weather. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't who he was waiting for. But looked like she could use some shelter.

Taking a few steps toward, he approached the girl. "Hey, come under my umbrella. You'll fall sick like this."

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Tessa was approached by some guy with an umbrella. My guardian angel maybe? Heh, she thought. But he is cute. "Thanks. I'm really wet." She her face warming up, and realised that blood had rushed to her face; She was blushing. "I mean, I'm Tessa."

The guy smiled and replied, "Hello to you Tessa. I'm Blake."

The Day I Start A Story

Ok, from today onwards, I'll be blogging about my day and at the same time, I'll be writing a continuous story. For those disturbed by my previous post, well, sorry. I did warn y'all, didn't I? Sorry anyways.

So here's how my day went (for those not interested, skip the blue part and proceed to the black):

School was a terrible bore. Didn't do much, just got there and handed up the WR, both the hard and soft copy. After that, my group and I went to the library to finish off the remaining episodes of the CSI DVD that I borrowed.

I'm officially a CSI fan!!!

Loves it!

So anyway, after that, I went down for lunch at the canteen and ended up eating with Ning and Shirleen. Had a wonderful time.

Got to Geog, then Econs, and went to the canteen again for a short tea-break before Math. There, I saw Sam and the whole bunch of Mediacorp people having their lunch break.

Sam got me an apple juice (which is not considered a favour returned, if y'know what I mean. I want a real meal, Sam. A BIG treat.) Eugene said hi and I was introduced to Ezann by Sam. I must say, she's really cute in person.

Here's a pic of some crazy classmates of mine with Ezann [centre] (she's not that famous yet, but I think she will be. Cos she's soooo pretty...):


After math, Mei Feng and I got downtown to meet up with some of my other classmates for lunch at Cine. It was soooo bad. No more Galilee for me. Period.

Had a wonderful afternoon/evening, other than the fact that Shaun incessantly bugged me to share a cab home with him. I stood my ground. Sorry, buddy.

Dinner was fine. Yup, end of my not-so-interesting day.



The Yet Un-Named Story, Chapter 1

There was always something to do at home. Something. But today, it seemed like there wasn't much to do at all. Tessa was in her artificially scented room, lying on her artificially-looking four-post bed. There ain't nothing here, she thought. Willing her lethargy away, she got up to her feet and stood in front of her large mirror. It was an antique from grendma's mother's mother, of father's father. She didn't remember, neither did she care.

Her raven eyes scanned her own reflection.

Her hair was slightly messy. Think Medusa, minus the snake-heads. Ok, maybe not so messy. They were hard to tame anyway, so her dream of having a little blonde streak was, well, still just a dream. She didn't have her foundation on, and her skin's unsightly, pale tinge was showing. The black tank top was slightly discoloured and it needed a bit of sewing. The only thing that she was satisfied with was her jeans; At least they were nicely ripped and bleached.

Very quickly, she took of her top and replaced it with a fresh, black cotton v-neck, slapped on some foundation, stepped into her black leather boots and whizzed out through the door. She was out for some window shopping, and maybe something more.

The Day I Talk About Doing It

(Below is a description of a really explicit sexual fantasy.
Those who feel strongly against written-sex may stop reading now.)





























The kisses were strong and forceful, but sweet.
She smelled strongly of Chanel.
My favourite.

My arms were around her, pulling her close towards my body.
My heart, thumping quickly, heavily in my chest.

Blood was rushing to my face.
I felt her moist tongue in my mouth.
Tickling.
Teasing.

Running my hands up her spine, I unhooked her.
It fell to the ground, all the pink and white.
Her hand reached for my boxers.
They came off.

On the bed, we fondled.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."

I entered.
She shuddered.
It was strangely comfortable.
She moaned softly into my ear.

It felt heavenly.
Heavenly.
Groans and moans.
Echoing.
Echoing.

Bright lights!
I pulled her close.
We kissed again.

The Day I Talk About The Rain

My results came out today.

Absolutely horrifying. D-O-O (If you get what I mean)
But I'm getting promoted (I think).

I hope.

Don't wanna talk about it la.

Oh well... The rain's washing away my pain... Sometimes, I really hate the rain, but other times, it's really enjoyable just to sit down and watch it fall.

And fall...

The countless and intense splashes on the ground.
The puddles it forms when the water collects.
The sweet-smelling, cold rain-breeze.
The dark, solemn, broody sky.

It's always nice to have rain at this time of the year;
It's the monsoon season.

When the rain stops falling,
as the dark clouds dissipate,
the sky turns bright again.

Shining.

The Day I Went To Kia Puay's Party

Ok, this is gonna be a looong post, so if you're not interested in my life, don't read it.

Started the day at 10 plus by having breakfast (Choco-chip cookies with milk. Yummm...) and going to my dermatologist at 12 plus. After which I headed to the new Wisma foodcourt for the widely-publicised Hokkien Mee. It was a 20 minute queue, but the wait was worth it. I can only summarise the plate of hot, fragrant noodles with 2 words:

Good SHIT!

So anyways, after that, I headed to the Novena for a short while of prayer. That was when Samuel contacted me. He needed me to help out one of his actors, Eugene, with the violin.

After a long period of calling, waiting, fuming, rotting, (add adjective here), I finally met Eugene. We got to his place (a really cramped service apartment in Chinatown) and I spent about an hour there teaching him how to play the bow (it's impossible to teach someone to play the violin in 1 lesson).


Not a good pic. Oh well...
You'll see him in a new Channel 5 sitcom very soon.

After all that, I took a train down to Yio Chu Kang and met up with my classmates for Kia Puay's belated Birthday Party.

I drank, got drunk and did some silly stuff.

I shall apologise to anyone I might have offended in my drunken stupor. Very sorry... I promise, no more drinking (in front of you guys, at least).

Anyways, I shared a cab with Shaun, got home and KO-ed till today.

The Day I Talk About "House Of M"

Ok, I just replied the sms. I hope everthing's gonna be ok...

(Ok, I'm going to start blabbing about my comics here, so if you're not interested, you don't have to read it.)

Now, let me talk more about the "House of M" event in the Marvel Universe right now. I've just received a shocking revelation today from issue #7 (there are ony 8-issues cos it's a limited series). The person behind the whole madness is not Magneto. Nor Wanda Maximoff aka Skarlet Witch (Magneto's daughter).

It's Pietro Maximoff aka Quicksilver (Magneto's son). Don't ask me why he's got so many kids; Maybe he's just a really horny guy. Anyway, Pietro and Wanda are twins. Just for your info, Mags has another daughter, Lorna Dane aka Polaris. She's sorta mad too, but let's not go there today.

The whole "House of M" (HOM) event is about the altering of reality on a really big scale by the combined powers of the Scarlet Witch and Charles Xavier (he was forced into doing it). You see, Wanda has the ability to control "chaos magic", which is part of her secondary mutation. It allows her to alter reality. Her initial mutation only enabled her to change probabilities to her favour, and they came out in the form of "hex bolts". It's pretty hard to explain but you get the idea.

So anyway, the Witch had just gone mad recently, killing a bunch of her former team-mates with her new powers that she couldn't control (she was an Avenger) and was wheeled onto the land of Genosha by her ever-loving papa. Long story short, she went mad again and this time, she altered reality on such a great scale that nobody knew anything about it cos they were brainwashed.

Then in comes Wolverine, and he manages to "awaken" the X-Men and Avengers' inner subconsciousness, waking them up from the "lies" of the new reality. So then there's this really big fight, and in issue #7, all is revealed that the main mastermind was Quicksilver.

My jaw dropped when I saw that page.

Like literally. I could hear it hit the groud.

*applauds Bendis' wonderful writing*

Here's a few pics:


The Mad Girl aka Scarlet Witch


A panel taken of HOM #7

The Day I Went For Jerome's Art Exhibition

The NYJC Open House was today.
It was a major bore...

Shaun dropped by for awhile after school and we had lunch together at the KFC at J8. Deep fried lunch. YUM! Gonna have a breakout soon... Urk.

After that, had maths tuition till bout 6.30, then I went to NJC for Jerome's art exhibition. It was so inspiring. Here's his main art-piece (a damn cool one if you ask me). It's in 3 parts:


Part I


Part II


Part III

After all that, went for dinner with his parents and sis at Corpthorne Hotel.
It was soooo filling I tell you. Fish and Chips (yes, yet another fried item. I'm going to DIE!!!)

Then I got home and received an ominous message.
I think I shall go reply now.

The Day I Talk About Purity

(For those who want to skip the nitty-gritty details of my life, skip this part and read the blue section.)

Ok, a quick fill-in on what happened yesterday.
After the Lit paper, went out to Orchard with several classmates of mine and ate like a pig. Had curry chicken, an apple juice, the deep-fried mars bar... Well, enough about food. Anyway, it was Kia Puay's bithday but the party was postponed to Saturday. But she gave us some Spongebob cone party-hat anyway.

Then I went home, changed and met Veron and gang at her place and watched a lil' bit of White Chicks before heading out to Chomp Chomp for dinner. After we reached our supposed dinner-place, we realised that we weren't gonna get seats cos it was packed.P-A-C-K-E-D. In caps.

So we went to the food centre instead. Had a really good time! Sadly Goria wasn't there. Oh well... Gaby wasn't feeling well so after dinner, it was only left with Veron, Terence, Joel, Guyson and me. So then we played a little bit of tennis till about 11, then I wnt home.

That was my day yesterday.

(Ok, for those who skipped the "My Diary" part, start here.)

So Dad was talking about some Buddhism purity thingy during dinner-time just now, and I found it reallly interesting so I decided to put it up on my blog.

A loose translation of it would be "The 6 Roots of Human Purity". It's sorta like "to be pure from head to toe, so that you can be a good person" thing. Although I'm Catholic, I'm open to the teachings all good religions. Ok, back to the "Purity" part.

The 6 roots are namely: eyes, ears, nose, mouth, tongue and heart. You get influenced to do stuff by sight, sounds, smells, speech, tastes and thoughts. Y'know, the bad stuff.

So anyways, to be pure, you gotta really learn to discern the good and the bad stuff that influences you everyday. That's what I wanna say today. ;)

The Day I Talk About Being Bored

Had a friggin', boring day yesterday. Didn't do much, other than revise and revise and revise.

Went over to Jerome's house cos it was Claudia's birthday. I got her a lovely ESPRIT wallet and made a card. See? I'm so nice... *head swells*

In the end, I spent more time with my best bud than with the birthday girl. Oh well, can't blame a guy who hasn't chatted with his best friend for like, eternity.

To all those preparing for their O's and A's, all the best! It'll be over before you know it! ;)



Quote of the Day:

Emma Frost - "I'm not saying I agree with--"

Scott Summers - "Of course you agree. This is exactly the elitist crap you spout daily, Emma. You wanna tell me something worth hearing? Tell me why you walked out in the middle of a firefight!"

The Day After Indochine

Long time since my previous post. Heh...

All papers are over, except for that bloody Lit paper on Tuesday. *sigh*

Was at Indochine last night. Honestly, I don't really like it. But luckily for me, there was Kia Puay, Eileen, Shirleen and Ker Min. Oh yes and Shirleen's brother, Shawn. Or Shaun. Or Sean. Dunno the spelling la. (>.<) Saw so many ex-Cat High peeps there, but thank GOD they didn't disturb me. And now I know Kia Puay's true colours when she's high. Whoo... You don't wanna know. :P

It felt so good to club after such a long time. And the drinks there were dirt cheap haha... But now I'm broke, so no more clubbing for me this month. Maybe next month? Or somebody could give me a treat? Hehe...

I'm going back to sleep now. Tata... *waves*