Why

You stupid jackass.

Follow the damn rules!

The rules that YOU set a long time ago!

Well enough of that

Great

Well isn't this just perfect?

Mann... the day
started out bad enough,
but I didn't know it was gonna
turn out THIS bad!

Sheesh.

First it was the thing
with the shoes in the mornin'...
damn shoes.

And then that
genius "teacher"
postponed the test...

And now, just when
I'm about to leave to meet
Rag and her (highly probable)
insane best friend (in a good way)(no, really)...
it just HAD to happen.

Ah yes...
it's bad enough
that it was raining
and I was late...

Then again, I'm always late.
What the hell is wrong with me...

But yeah.
The cherry on the pie.
The icing on the cake.
The butter on the hotcakes.

How I wish my life were different
right now...

Damn.

Sigh.

Well enough of that

The Professional

Almost 2am
on a Tuesday mornin'.

There's gonna
be a test later this morning
and tomorrow.

Aaand instead of studying...
I've been doing pretty much everything else.

Watched "The Professional"
last night.
The coolest movie ever.
EVER.

The first movie
that almost made me cry.
Yes... yes... macho men DO cry.

Now if you don't shut up,
I will be forced to kick your ass.

They cut a few important
scenes but it was still good.
In fact, once
I have enough money,
I'm getting the dvd.



Anyway, I had
a sort of epiphany.

I see gals. I get attracted to them.
I ask them out.
Then I regret doing that (even if I do like the girl).

I'd been wondering why for quite some time.

Thing is, all that stuff
that comes along with dating someone:
the talking... the watching movies... the talking... the eating together..
. the talking... the mushy stuff... and did I mention the talking?

I'm not exactly crazy about all that.
Gets old real fast, you know what I mean?

Turns out,
I'm only looking for people
to hang out with.
People who are into gaming... maybe even working out.

And I prefer hanging out with gals.
No.... not because I'm like them (one more time, and I will DX your ass!).

I guess I like the idea that something might
happen... but I don't want it to actually happen.

Hey, I never said it's logical.

That reminds me.
I'm actually a little jealous of Zack (bumblebee?? what kind of
dumb-ass nickname is that??).

Not because I'm into Rag like that...
but, I don't know...
it's like all of a sudden,
now that she has someone new to talk with...
yeah, I'm left behind.

Aww... suck it.

It doesn't really bother me that much.
I'm like a loyal puppy.
Only not as cute.

But it does bother me a little
bit... eventhough I prefer being alone most of the time.

I still think about Dyla once in a while.
But even if she apologises now (the day Natalie Portman calls me)
and tries really hard to change...
nothing's gonna happen between us.

And that is a bona fide guarantee, baby.

Oh great.
Now I'm reminded of SIM.
That's where I intend to go to after ITE.

Thing is, just the first semester might cost
me $8000.00.
Ah yes... 8K.
No problem...!
I have 8K. I have 10K.
I have an unlimited supply of cash!
I also look better than Brad Pitt and own Planet Earth.
And also the Moon.

First thing's first though...
I've got to concentrate on the tests tomorrow and Wednesday.

And after that... 3-week break!
WooHoo!
And AFTER that... 9 weeks till' graduation.
About time too!

Time to watch "House" and study afterwards.

What? You didn't really think I was gonna study
straight away now, did you?
That's just whacked!

Before I leave...
check out "Shape of My Heart" by Sting from "The Professional".

One of the greatest songs ever... one of the greatest movies ever.

Well enough of that.

Enjoy...

Hello

Well this is a first.

One new post just minutes
after the previous one was made.

But I can't help it.

I visited her blog.
Which hadn't been updated in, aw hell, I don't know, man.

Anyway, after logging out from Blogger,
I decided to check out her blog.

Yeah... her weekend was "fan-tabulous".
And her post ended with "Well, f*** you too."


Ofcourse in between, she was ranting on and on
about how while it was great, she wasn't really happy;
felt empty on the inside, blah blah blah.

Yes, I just used the words "blah blah blah".

Dammit!

Anyway, it was pretty much the same old routine.

This time, I don't feel sorry for her.

I can't.


Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!
Evanescence's "The Last Day" just came on.

Talk about perfect timing.

Sheesh.

I'm recalling the way she treated me
and the things that I let slide.

While she didn't say it out loud,
she pretty much let on that
she'd be ashamed to have people
know she's dating me or something like that.

Who wouldn't, right?

And there goes my self-esteem... right through the roof.


Yeah, I liked her too much.

I am such a freakin' genius.
No, really I am.

Well now I can definitely say for sure:
it's over.
Yeah, before it even got started.

My intelligence just shines through, doesn't it?

I need bloody hotcakes.
Not ACTUAL bloody hotcakes!
You get what I mean.

Well, enough of that.

Through Glass

2.00 am inside the hall.

Listening to Stone Sour's 'Through Glass'.

Hmm.. maybe I should lower my standards.
Maybe when they make bloody stupid remarks,
or do bloody stupid things, I should just tolerate it.

Maybe I just need to tolerate their vanity too.

Nah.

Screw them all.

I will not tolerate morons for the simple
fact that I'm afraid of becoming one of them.

They don't like it, they can kiss my ass.

And yes, I know I'm not exactly Einstein...
but I get the feeling you know the kind of people I'm referring to.

"1+1= 3! I'm smart! You don't think I'm smart and pretty? Get lost"
"Suck it"

Yeah... I'm drunk.

Ahh.. screw you all.


Oh yeah, before I forget.
What is up with all the people at Tampines Mall and Century Square?
Like my friend says, it's like they don't have anywhere else to go!

What, do those places call out to them?
Why the hell is it always crowded, mann?

Freakin' weird.

My friend's wedding went alright.
Hadn't seen her in such a long time.

She looked... different.
Better. A lot better.

Ah well.
People change.

The wedding itself was alright.
Managed to avoid nearly all my ex-classmates.
Nearly all.

Met 2 at the mosque.
And 3 more outside Century Square.
Yeah... like I'm gonna hang around long enough for them
to talk with me.

Now, finally...
once again.

Screw you all.

That feels good, doesn't it?

No?

Suck it.

Well enough of that