Just Thinking Back...

Alert: this is not an emo post


Just listening to that song brought the very slightest prick of tears to my eyes. I still remember how it felt like to be together then. I think I can, because she was my first true significant other half. How times have changed since :) I remember everything like it was yesterday, even down to what I was wearing. That song just epitomized the very feelings I was experiencing then. True by Ryan Cabrera is it.

How Amy and I have grown since those years. We're the closest of friends now, as some of you may know. We go out every now and then, and for some reason, after a long period of silence, we simply just start from where we left off. I don't believe in coincidences and I honestly think she's a God-send. Bear with my apparent mushiness here but I do mean it. She ranks right up there with all my close friends - Cat High or other - in the category of "If-I-hadn't-met-you-I'd-have-not-been-me-now". These are people I'd be willing to give whatever it takes to keep the friendship strong and burning. We're all human and we needs friends to rely on at some point in time, and she's one of them I'd pick any day. Any day. How the times, both past and present, have catalyzed and forged our friendship to what it is today.

I wouldn't trade it in for the world. Not ever.

Song

""Alanis Morrisette - Ironic

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think

Chorus
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out""




Isn't it strange how life is so contradicting at times. Sometimes it hits you in the back of the head where you can't see it, yet other times it gives you a pat on the back and tells you "job well done". Sometimes it helps you, sometimes it ditches you. Sometimes it lifts you up, sometimes it lets you fall with no intention of ever helping you up. Sometimes it smiles, sometimes it cries.

Sometimes it's awful, but sometimes...it's great. Absolutely great.

Today! Ha.

"Hello. I baked cookies with the EXCLUSIVE Ms. Amy today.
She's a natural at baking, I swear. The cookies tasted FABulous and she sure brightened up my day.


And no she doesn't owe me any money. I owe her $$.
I need to return it to her as soon as possible, remind me.


YEAH RIGHT.
Amy here, like whatever, cause someone's too lazy to blog.
BOO."


Yes thank you Miss Ling. She blogged that for me but I'm now here to make it sound that much more subtle and not so in-your-face yes. I did bake cookies with her today and I did indeed burn half my damn kitchen doing that but it was all proper fun. Thanks best :)

Driving was fan-f******-tastic today. Now I can move off on a slope properly and not stall anymore! I think at this rate I'll usurp Lewis Hamilton in no time and surpass Schuey in good order. OK I exaggerate, because I did stall once and that was because my foot wasn't depressing the accelerator whereas I thought it was and I conveniently took my foot off the clutch. Boom. Engine died. But despite that today was seriously smooth driving. I think I've really gotten the hang of the whole clutch-shift-declutch-accelerate thing. It's so natural to me now.

Wait till tomorrow's lesson comes, ha.

Acer still hasn't called me on the status of my repair yet, which could possibly mean either a) the tech passed out due to expired coffee fumes or b) it's all black inside, no racist joke intended. I think it could possibly be due to the fact that I remembered giving them the wrong password to access my computer. Oops, sorry Acer. CALL ME.

Aiya, wanted to type some introspective, philosophical and typically boring post here but guess it'll have to wait for another day. It'll make this long post even more boring and dry than it already is.

ARGH LAPTOP WOES 2.0

So there we have it. Mum's decided to repair my Acer at the grand(father) cost of a stately $500, give or take a few tens, reason being a brand new laptop (much as I'd love to have one MACBOOK) is still way more expensive than getting mine repaired for that sum. Byebye Inspiron, byebye Portege, byebye Vaio, byebye Ferrari.

And my bloody driving lessons are seriously expensive. To date I have spent damn near $1272.64 for all lessons and theory tests combined. If anyone wants to start to learn driving, well, consider that. But never mind. Lewis Hamilton's dad took on two jobs to support him through karting. If Lewis Hamilton can make it to Formula 1, so can I.

I think.

Next week's e-learning week, yay! I'm planning on going to study at Burger King at Thomson Plaza. Yeah, a first for me since a) I rarely study and b) I don't go out to study, cos I think it's distracting and doesn't make you productive. But I think I might have been wrong there because I've been to that Bk outlet and it's really nice to be there. Hardly any crowd during lunch and there are always few people about when it's not. A near-perfect setting for me then. So if any one of you wants to keep me company, you know where to start looking.

Acer, Acer, Acer. By the time I'm done with you my combined train fare will be more than the repair costs.

Have I got news for you

Yes laugh all you like - at my red uniform and name tag which both read 7-Eleven. Which is exactly where I'm working now, cos I feel like earning some spare cash on the side.

First day was both stressful and exciting. I have never done a cashiering job till now and I like to think that I've gotten the hang of it rather quickly. *Item comes, flash it at the laser barcode reader, bag it, tell the customer the cost, take his money (w00t), repeat the amount given, punch the appropriate buttons, give him change from the till, close it, give him everything*. Sounds easy yes.

Nope.

Predictably I think I screwed up around 3 times, resulting in several embarrassing moments. This lady came in and bought two cigarette packs and I ended giving her more change than needed. Lest you think I'm running 7-11 4 K1D5 1n N33D, I sure as hell am not. I swear I punched in the correct amount and all, but perhaps it was in the heat of the moment that my finger slipped on the screen - strange as that may sound - and hit the wrong number. But no matter, because after nearly 15 minutes worth of frantic sawing back and forth about prices and change, I got it right. Other than that unfathomably stupid ballyhoo, things were smooth.

It's nice to work a 1800-2300 shift on a Friday night because you get to see all the sorts of weirdos that walk in to buy something or other. I think the most common sight was of people buying either liquor or cigarettes or getting drunk while doing both. This guy who came in at about 10, was the strangest. He was well dressed, but shuffled his feet as though unsure of where to walk next, which was probably exactly what he was thinking. He smelled like a thousand bottles of Jim Beam and he spent nearly half an hour in the store, buying the oddest things. And he didn't buy them in a bunch - bit by bit he did it. First came the sweets, then the bread, then the Panadol Menstrual tablets, then the ice cream, then the newspaper. I haven't the faintest idea why he bought the Panadols but I assume he had some otherworldly use for them. When I told him that he had mistakenly handed me his bank transaction receipt together with his money, he just gave me this huge grin stretching to Mars and walked, sorry shuffled, away. And then there was the woman and her two guy friends who damn near bought the entire store.

Talk about odd.

Next shift's on the 2nd at 7 again. Hope I don't screw up too much man. Guys, pay me a visit, y'all.

It's a long day...yes...

Kinda pissed off for no particular reason, cos my head's about to explode from this stupid headache of mine, so this entry will be short before I short.

Had lab practical today and we learned about cable ties and all that, i.e. how to tie cables together and how to clamp them to the fuselage, which essentially was some sheet of perforated metal in the lab. Dominic and I did it together cos it was pair work. We started at around 4 and only ended slightly before 7 because he had mistakenly thought that the cable lacings were to be cut closer to the knot but in reality weren't supposed to be. So we had to do 3 more cable lacings just to please the lecturer. Oh well, not like I had no fault in it all too :P my cable lacings were so loose they might as well have not been there.

Gonna pay a visit to Acer for the last time tomorrow (hopefully) to get back my destroyed laptop, unrepaired. I'll be going to Sim Lim to get an evaluation from one guy whom I know there and see whether it's worth it to replace the mainboard or just chuck the whole thing and get a new one. Cross fingers really.

Quiz!

Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.

We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.

On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.

More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.

Oh well. Now you know why my relationships don't last long :P and I always end up having the girl I like passing me over for the dragon-boater.

And I swear I haven't any idea about that 'horny' part.

Untitled

But why cry over it? It's not like it was a bad thing. You couldn't have known. Stop those tears, boy.

Tilly Tuesday? Hmm...

Guess the only thing weighing down my mind right now is exactly how much it might cost to repair my laptop. Even unofficially, the tech quoted me these figures:

motherboard - $300
cpu - $700

doesn't take a degree in rocket science to figure out that that's gonna be one hell of a bill. Haven't the foggiest idea how my parents are gonna react to it but please please please, for the love of god, just let only the motherboard be screwed. I can live with $300, but not $1000...-melts and dies.

So I've decided to work at 7-Eleven to try to pay off that hefty sum. No really, I have. I was having my hair cut today when the lady doing it and I had a chat about working part time. I swear it was the most psychic conversation I have ever had because on my way home - for some reason - I walked into my neighbourhood 7-Eleven for a bag of chips, and a sign on the wall advertising for staff caught my eye. Couldn't be freakier. I promptly signed up on the spot and now I'm gonna be working there part-time. Say yay for extra moolah, babehh.

So the Kimster's the Man of the Moment now. Well I'd say that was a superb race he drove. Nary a foot wrong. A heartbreaking seventh for Hamilton in a race which saw him with gearbox problems and screwed driving. Not that he drove badly, but I guess things weren't meant to go his way at the very end. No doubt he put up a heroic fight to come in 7th as he did, but it just wasn't enough to win the championship in his rookie season, which would have made history right there and then. No worries Hammy. Next season.

Next season.

Singing the blues on a Monday...

Yeah yeah. I saw what you typed to him about me. I'm 'eeyur' . Well tell you what, honeybun: I don't give a flying fuck what you think about me. In fact, I don't care how you even look at me. This diatribe - no means an admittance that I care - is a reflection of my disposition towards you. Obviously my acts of civility towards you have gone absolutely unnoticed. What's a guy to do?


Stayed back late today - after a hilarious Monday, which saw half the lecture theater empty for AMMP lecture - to help Lina and Sab with their CRS essays again. I think obviously my previous effort wasn't of much use because they came right back with errors all over my sentences, which obviously says a lot about my wonderfully deteriorated language :(

Booking in my TravelMate with Acer service at Jurong East tomorrow. Right now I'm hoping that I can come up with some kind of devious scheme to get them to repair my laptop without me having to shell out any considerable sum, especially since such an accident is definitely NOT covered under any kind of warranty, no matter how generous.

That's my Monday, actually. Pretty neat, huh?

On a Sunday, I....

So my computer's still not booting up...annnnnd I'm gonna be dead for tomorrow's math quiz. YM has kindly lent me the use of his laptop, which is great. A big thank-you to all who have expressed concern over the demise of my electronic friend. Strange isn't it, that we now express the same level of concern we do over an electronic gadget - a non-living, inanimate thing - as we do over an actual living, breathing human. I wonder..... :)

Last race of the season and I'm staying up till 12 to watch it. No prizes for guessing who I'll be backing. It'll be close, 3 drivers in contention for World Champion not since 21 years back. If I were alive back then I'd have definitely rooted for Mansell. He's just such a fantastic driver.

Can't help feeling just that little bit something for you..
But should I? Once bitten, twice shy..
Maybe I should try..

Coffee + laptop = certain death

But I swear it was a complete and total accident.

So there I was at Geek Terminal, helping with the filming of the Creative Aurvana X-Fi headset that we had had in our possession for some weeks. We had just finished and were talking about some stuff, deciding on a certain something which I can't recall. Daniel then asked to borrow a laptop, and since mine happened to be nearby (I didn't look, but I knew. Duh.), I conveniently turned around to grab it......

.....but didn't quite make it there.

My hand, traveling at a blinding rate, promptly came into contact with Fari's tall latte glass, the contents of which were unfinished. I never actually saw the glass fall, but it obviously did because the next minute it had unceremoniously dumped its contents all over my computer, which was on at the time. PSSSSHHHH. I cannot describe how loud my utterance of vulgarity was but it did turn heads everywhere in the place. Daniel and NTT promptly set about helping me mop up the sodding mess with a million paper towels while I tried desperately to hold back tears of anguish and frustration welling up inside me (just kidding). I think if I could I would have just shouted F***F***F***F***F*** the entire time. I couldn't believe my complete and utter stupidity.

I have just taken apart the computer to get at the keyboard and have already cleaned it up. However, it's still not booting up. The lights come on, the fan whirrs, the harddrive spins, but nothing happens to the screen. I think I might have short-circuited the motherboard or something equally important inside. NTT told me not to touch it for at least a week but I really can't go without it for school use. I MUST get it to work or I'll be screwed for the quiz with which I must use a computer. I'll have to book it into Acer's service center at Jurong East to get it all sorted out ASAP. I just hope I haven't really caused the death of it by shorting out some sort of important circuit. If I really have done that, I haven't the faintest idea what I'm gonna do.

On a Thursday, I...

So there I was, dragging myself out of bed on a bright sunny Thursday morning to set off for school. Obviously I had no business going to school at 7 in the morning on a Thursday, but I did promise Lina and Sab that I'd help them with their CRS write-up, so I did just that. Digressing, I'd say that my language has markedly dropped since the days of secondary school and the beginning of poly. But retaining that hope of reverting to my former glory days isn't far from my mind, for if I keep practicing language, it'll eventually come back to me. It's all about the oiling. 

School was the dreariest affair ever recorded in human history ever. I even managed to sleep during Prakash's Physics lecture. Correction: I slept AFTER his Physics lecture. Bloody hell. The lack of proper sleep really does catch you unawares at times. Again, a dreary affair ensued after that for AMMP practical. I got pissed off because I couldn't get the damn wires to strip to tolerance, i.e. I was supposed to get a little peek of 1/32 inches of bare wire away from the metal head. I kept getting it JUST right, which wasn't supposed to happen, and I had to redo all the damn heads again.

Dinner was fun with Sabrina and Lina (rhymes!) at Bugis, after much deliberation and argument and huh-why-are-we-not-going-(fillintheblanks). Two very chatty and extremely amiable girls, I'm sure you'll agree. I had to cab home from Novena because I was bloody late in going home and I knew my mum would scream bloody murder if I wasn't back soon. 

So here I am, writing my blog, trying to stay awake, but slept like a log.....

What...?

Gosh, I guess I have to say I never saw this coming. I admit that I did get a shock. I mean, I never took her for the sort of person who'd take to such a vice. She's decent, she is. But why? What could possibly be the reason? I have to fully admit that I do not enjoy company around people who take to such a vice. It's utterly and absolutely reviling. I grew up with the firm teachings of never even comtemplating going near that dastardly SOD and I'm not about to break that imbued moral. I cannot help but just feel very sad for her. I don't think I'll be able to talk her out of it: I haven't been in proper contact with her for some time now. I just passionately hope that she'll come to her senses and please, please not do it anymore. 

I'm....Bad to the Bone

On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you
I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush, and make a young woman squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone

Bad to the Bone by George Thorogood and the Destroyers. I LOVE this song!

Thoughts P.2

Why do I try so hard to be smaller?

Weren't we all born to stand up, stand out?

Hitherto I've been letting myself down,

My visage, a veneer of a smile,

No less a forced grimace

Why?

So that I can let you stand out,

At my expense?

Why so many a time others have succeeded,

Where I have encountered perceived failure,

Is it I?

Assiduous avoidance is not the solution.

It is time I let myself shine through,

BECAUSE I AM WHO I AM, AND I AM PROUD OF BEING WHO I AM.

Thoughts

When the time comes, will you be man enough to stand up for freedom?

When the urgency arises, will you be brave enough to shoulder arms?

When dawn breaks, will you fight alongside your brothers?

When the light fades, will you be the peoples' beacon?

When the bugles sound, will you defend what's yours?

When the defining moment approaches,

will you do what's right?

Nope, didn't go.

So I ended up not going out with best. It's a long story, don't wanna say it (hint: parents), but it's none of her fault, only mine. I'm just feeling like I've deeply disappointed her. I had already promised her nearly a month back that I'd bring her out, yet this stuff happens on the exact day and exact time. Fate couldn't be any more cruel even if it had tried. Mood: deeply downcast. Hope I can make it up to her.

Is it me or does it seem like more people are writing highly 'intellectual' posts nowadays? An abstract fictional story here, a musing there with a smattering of politics thrown in for good measure. I think it's high time I stepped up to the podium and let people know that still inside me lies a burning desire and dare I say it, passion for good writing. I used to be able to write many a good essay, having inspiration just hit me like a bolt of proverbial lighting and translating it into a ream of ideas and smooth prose. The enjoyment was deeply fulfilling. 

But now (yes fellas, you can start sentences with 'but' now. The language is evolving, no joke) it isn't easy for me to write as well as I did. Ideas simply evade me, inspiration shys away and even vocabulary, once rich, has now descended into the dark realm of mere adequacy and oft-incorrect usage. A constant sense of dread hangs in the air as I attempt a piece of writing, fearful of the thought that I could have, should have written it better but HOW, HOW. I constantly second guess, fret, pore over written work, fearful that somehow, somewhere there has been a sentence that has been untouched by divine power and somehow, somewhere I can make it whole again. It is a never ending game of the how. But pieces should never veer into verboseness and verbiage, no matter the cost, no matter the idea. Balance must be struck.

On a Saturday, I....

Strangely, that didn't come as a complete and utter shock to me. I think some part of me knew it all along. Remember, the eyes are the windows to the soul. Take a look at them if you don't believe it.

Standard Saturday. Podcast in the morning at Tech65 HQ, birthplace of Tech65, whereitallstartedblablabla, aka Jerrick's house. I have just one word to say about his 360: SWEET. Graphics were simply too amazing to speak of. OK a bit of swakooness but heck, it's not like I've owned a single gaming console in my entire existence here on earth. Famous last words "Macs never crash".Yeah Right, Jerrick. His MacBook went bonkers and had to be restarted, resulting in the loss of 30-odd minutes of podcast, which meant we had to do it all over again, which also means that Macs do suck sometimes like Wintels. It's all about circuit boards, baby. All the same.

Gosh I think my Saturday just ended. Booooooring. Oh yeah, still have one more thing to accomplish.

That card.

Upcoming

I'm bloody hungry now.

Just came back not too long ago from accompanying ________ to buy _______'s _____. Fill in the blanks as you please. ________ wasn't too convinced with my explanation for dropping off at Outram Park but aiya, it'll all be revealed very soon.

Sunday's a good day - gonna bring Amy out for lunch and some walking about. Haven't seen her in a long time, seriously pleased to be able to. Hope my wallet can stomach the day man, I've been seriously skimping on lunch these past weeks but NO IT HASN'T WORKED. I haven't the foggiest idea where the bloody hell my money has gone. I get my allowance at the start of the week and by Wednesday half of it is gone. What the hell.

What else what else...ah yes the Tokyo Motor Show. It's running as we speak, plenty of concepts being launched there, especially Mazda's concepts. I haven't any idea who designs Mazda's cars but it sure as hell isn't a human. My god I mean, just LOOK at the designs recently: the Hakaze was fan-F******-tastic. Some design elements were carried over to the RX-8, which I think was just inspired.

Ferrari joins A1GP. Yes it's a bit like Michael Schumacher announcing that he's gone on to host The Price is Right, which is probably the most retarded form of entertainment I've ever seen, but there's more to it. For the 2008 season, Ferrari has been contracted to design and build the engines and consult on the manufacture of the new A1GP car, according to topgear.com. The new A1GP car will sport the legend 'Powered by Ferrari' on its flanks. Nice touch, eh. How many people can have claimed to have driven a proper Ferrari, even in A1.

I want to drive one.

Randomity and school so far

"Staying alive...staying alive...ah ah ah ah staying aliiiiiiiiiiive.."

Oh yes. Randomity. School's been really rather many a happy occasion for me, chiefly not least because some niggling problems have been solved, getting a really heavy burden off me. And oh, some other things too. But no matter if I can't list them all off, they've really helped to make my week a deeply unforgettable and enjoyable one.

Just downloaded Crazy Train and I couldn't remember the name of the mad rocker until Renhao popped up and told me Ozzy was to blame. I kept thinking Marilyn Manson or someone with that sort of rocker-ish name, because a refrain from Manson's version of Sweet Dreams appeared in that song. The Hey Song's now in me harddrive as well! I've heard it plenty times in dance movies and the like, you know, cheerleading films, etc. Such an enjoyable piece.

Oh and I went out with Joyce and met her friend Peiying as well. Haven't seen Joyce in a proper long time, and boy she still hasn't changed one bit. Dinner was at Mos Burger then it was off to a bit of a walkaround at Toa Payoh central. Her friend's quite chatty actually, despite me having the impression of her being quiet at first. Maybe it was my stupefying presence that she dared not speak in fear of me not understanding. We walked around, or at least I attempted to tag around, looking very much the proverbial third leg (grins) but I thoroughly enjoyed their company, as I hope they did mine. Walked around to Toa Payoh park where we had a good chat and Joyce had a good shat. I admit I was surprised at my ability to converse with Peiying rather smoothly. I mean, whatcha expect of my female-dealing skills after spending 10 years in a monastery?

School's in for another long day tomorrow, I'm prepared.

Shit where's my bag?

Lewis Hamilton fails to finish Shanghai

I cannot bear to watch the Chinese Grand Prix anymore.

Lewis Hamilton, on lap 31, loses his right rear tire. You can see the steel of the alloy peeking out, like a strip of silver wound round the rubber. He stayed out too long.




Lap 31: Lewis Hamilton enters pitlane, runs wide onto the gravel trap at the entrance. His rear wheels spin, but to no avail. He gets out of the car. LEWIS HAMILTON RETIRES FROM CHINESE GRAND PRIX.

Joke

Three men died and went to heaven. Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the ever-omnipresent St. Peter.

Now, when you enter heaven, you get to choose what kind of car you want to drive. See, heaven is large, so some kind of personal transport is necessary for commuting since God doesn't advocate public transport. So you tell St. Peter how many years you have been married and he gives you a suitable car.

So the three men queue up in front of St. Peter and he asks the first man, "OK, tell me how many years you have been married."

"21 years, sir"

"Ever cheated on your wife?"

"Uhh, yeah, about 5 times", the man admits sheepishly.

"That's OK, you're forgiven", says St. Peter. "A Pinto for you then". So off drives the man in his new Pinto.

The second man comes up and St. Peter asks the same question.

"41 years, sir," declares the man proudly.

"Ever cheated?" asks St. Peter.

"Yeah once but it was on our first year and we've worked it out, and it's been smooth since," says the man.

"Hmm, Cadillac for you then," says St. Peter. And off drives the man happily in his new Cadillac.

Now, the third man steps up and declares confidently that he's been married for "63 years and never looked at another woman once. And I've treated my wife like a queen ever since."

"Wow, now that's what I like to hear!" says St. Peter proudly. "You get a Bentley."
So off the man drives in his spanking new Arnage.

Couple of minutes later, the two guys driving the Pinto and the Cadillac see the guy driving the Bentley parked by the side of the road, bawling his eyes out. He is absolutely crying. They stop by the side of the road, quickly get out and ask him, concerned, "Hey man, what's wrong?"

The guy replies through tears, "I passed by my wife on the road just now."

"And she was on a skateboard!"

Mulling over it, I've decided...

I'm sure most of you are scratching your heads over my previous post, what with those vaguely worded sentences and daft descriptions of strange emotions. To the casual observer I'm sure I make about as much sense as describing how to eat a car tire, but to others who understand, I bade you a knowing nod and smile. All these vagaries of perception are about to come to an end.

I've been doing a bit of deep pondering lately - well, there's only so much you can think about after school, neways.

I think I've been rather rash in my judgment of things. I've scrutinized the situation long and hard and I've come to the conclusion that things aren't as bad as my terribly jumpy and high-strung brain makes them out to be. Sure there will always be the inevitable times where your mind goes off half cocked and creates its own assumptions in a haze of confusion and chaos, but that's only to be expected if one were in the situation I am in now (not really a situation, more like a...leetle problem, yes?).

I have decided, after long and hard thought, that I shan't let things come to bear now. To put it colloquially, I won't let the shit hit the fan. In spite of thees leetle problem, everything is actually shaping up rather well. I'm feeling refreshed, confident and driven. If things want to carry on as such, if certain individuals want to continue basing their assumptions and actions on erroneous beliefs, then I have nothing to say. If my actions have indeed been misconstrued, then I deeply apologize: because what you thought was true, isn't. If I have led you to believe that I was about to execute my believed actions in a manner that would have created an atmosphere of misunderstanding and distrust, then I apologize even further, for it was never my intention to do so. All I have ever wanted for was to provide a proper relationship between us, nothing more than that. It is all in the name of friendship, I sincerely assure you.

Here ends the vagary.

At school 2

Judging by anything, the new semester's looking good, I'd say.

Except for a few things.

One, I haven't a clue what's going on. It was all fine a coupla weeks back, but ever since it's been a little, well, rocky. Judgment will be reserved for now, but I'll still be on tiptoes. I seriously wish that things will look up soon or it'll just be a repeat of last time/semester/era/whatever.

Two, I haven't a clue what's going on. It was all fine a coupla weeks back, but ever since it's been a little, well, ro---wait a minute.

Didn't I just mention that? Oh well. Must be that bad.