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Saturday, February 26, 2005

wads with the angst?

yep. am an angsty blogger. wohoo!

anyway, i am going to write about myself again so all u what-nots should go off to another page if u all dont like. okay?

moving on. i realise that i cannot really say wads on my mind without offending someone. kinda pathetic that we were all hiding behind the faces we actually show to the ppl u meet. i am not living in a facade. just that there are alot of stuff i dont say.

and sometimes i feel like BURSTING.

but well, thats wad we are, arent we? we are all humans. and i havent met anyone is totally upfront and totally true. i guess everyone has his or her inner demons to deal with. its a force to be reckoned with. even the truest of true will be forced to deal with their own self soon as a result of other's doings.

wad the shit am i writing?

oklah. i better stop spouting shit...

u noe, technically, we are eating our own shit. i mean we eat animals, which eat plants (we eat plants too). dont plants get the nutrients from soil? and dont our shit get into the plants too? i wonder... where does our shit goes to?

and another thing... u noe when they demolish concrete buildings rite? where does the concrete goes to? do they just chuck it somewhere? do they grind it up to make cement powder? or do they just break it all up to make sand for singapore's ever-going land reclaimation?

hmmm...

this has been a very busy week for me. prepared to emcee Talentime at njc and go for GPA(some malay literary competition). the rehearsals and the practices. all of them. even missed my bball training the whole of last week. am going to get hell. i am so unfit. looooooong time nvr run 2.4km. not even 2.4km. can u believe that? (i mean, one shot lah... but got run 8 rounds in one day b4 ah)

i think i am going to die.

results coming out day after tml. (that was a bloody redundant sentence for almost everyone) blardie nervous ah. i dunno wad to do if i cant get the desired results ah. i can even hear my father's voice saying "you shit on your o level results..."

wah. scary leh. i dowan to think about it anymore... i going off. ciao

some ppl dont have the basic courtesy to say goodbye when they going off. (i cant tell if its purposely or u got d/ced, okay? )

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