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Friday, May 4, 2007
sometimes, in life, we are stuck at crossroads.
in this crossroad, we are faced with problems.
each problems comes with a choice.
and each choice we make, will make us, or break us.

I am now stuck at a crossroad.

school is really mundane. it is the old familliar faces i see each day. how i wish that would be a really hot student sitting right beside me. how i wish. if that's the case, i would b the happiest guy on earth, or at least, in the school. you see, to me, my life in school is filled with equations, formulas, history, social studies, and studying body parts. some of this are going to be useful in the near future, whereas some would just be total bull..... the worst part is, to see michael behaving weirdly in class. i know, judging is not good. but he is damn distracting. in fact, i fear for my life to be in the same class as him.. what if, he becomes like the korean boy in america and start shooting everyone? just joking. but, imagine the possibility.

somehow, i still look forward to schoo tho, esp if its just hanging out with your favorite group of friends, best of all, if they are H-O-T. but, ohwell, it's just the old familliar faces, but, i can make ado with =D

worst still, we are faced with a demon stuck within us thruout our miserable life in school. STUDIES. always the case.. Olevel is the mother of all, how i wish it's over asap and i can get my results and proudly tell the BIG-O to kiss my arse. but consider eat half done, looking at the fact im OWNING my studies right now.. how i wish.. im sucking at it. the few 100 pages of textbook is owning me.. im being owned, as some people might call it, by some living thing. gah, how shameful that can be.

oh wait, im whining about my life but i've not told you the happenings of today.
today, the dark awakening, uh no, the bright sunny side of singapore island, i woke up muddle headed only to realise it was hsih jiang's birthday. sorry jiang! (you see, i suck as a friend, i can't remember people's birthday!) so yea, had cake early in the morning, had the sickly feeling. so, as i said at he beginning of this post, the DAY was mundane. only when it came to PE i retook my standing broad jump and sit and reach, yea baby yea, i got a gold.

after school went to watch spiderman.

'awesome, brilliant, resplendant' - the daily times

the show was brilliant. really, good stuff. venom was aesome, sandman was awesome, emo-man was awesome, the ladies are BRILLIANT. yea, it's worth my $8.

i think i love yu, er you, the one who appeared as brock's girlfriend, yea you, i love you =D

P.S karina and yun yun, apparently i didnt notice the neklace, but if you do happen to find the necklace somehere round singapore, please tell me (:

My mind's unweaving/ 5:17 AM

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