My teacher wanted me to write a letter to explain why I didn't go to school last Tuesday.

This is the letter I'm gonna give.

There was this calendar in the newspaper. Calendar of events of bloggers. I'm not a star blogger so I don't know why my events were listed up there. But I figured out it's 'cos the dream is mine. To boost my ego up, most of the events there were to do with me.

Some of the them included totally uninteresting things like:

22nd Aug - Ignorant Friend* went to DA's* house, drenched! She stayed there for the night.

*Real names were actually used.

Mum: Eh, *passing me the newspapers*. This person got blog. Same name as you leh!

Me: It's me lah. You didn't know I got blog meh? (In fact, my mum really doesn't know.)

Mum: Really ah? You ah?

Me: Yea. I bet this is some sucky newspaper. Or else why for no reason talk about bloggers and their private events. *flips to cover page*. See! Told you. It's STOMP.

In my dream, STOMP was like a TODAY paper instead of an online print. My dream reflected my true feelings towards STOMP. 

Oh yes. I recall one pretty interesting event on the calander:

8th Nov (my birthday; not that "STOMP" mentioned it) - Go to kennysia.com and xiaxue.blogspot.com to find out why Xiaxue doesn't want to blog on 8th Nov!

I have shitass weird dreams.

Eeeeee. I just ate a mouldy cheesecake! It was until the last bite that I saw green fluffy balls happily attached to the strawberries.

:(

[Over the phone.]

BF: What did you do today?

Me: Maths tutorial, chinese worksheet, b-

BF: No lah, I mean things besides work.

Me: Huh? Err..*thinks for split second*. Nothing.

Every day's such an adventure.

It's been so long since I've last talked about Kenny Kenny Kenny.

No, I'm not bringing him up for the sake of it. It just happened so that 2 days back I had a chat with him over MSN. It's been so long since I last saw him offline. I was appearing offline initially. But of course. When I saw him sign in, I pounced out of the bushes onto him and savaged him to the bones.

Here's the comparison of how I feel about him now and the past.

Past: I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM.
Now: My BF satisfies my needs. (Kidding. Still a virgin.) Nah, seriously, I'm past that stage. My hormones have died.

Past: I would flood his tagboard everyday.
Now: I feel too embarrassed to do that. Actually, more of I'm afraid he would forget what :frog: means when I type that.

[Instruction to BF: close your browser at this point.]

Past: I'd go around the world declaring my love for him.
Now: I just do it silently. Behind my BF's back. :)

And here are the similarities.

-I still adore him.
-I still get excited when I see him (finally) online.
-I still click on kennysia.com multiple times a day.
-I still feel shy talking to him.
-I still want to meet him one day. But...paiseh lah.
-I still think he's attractive.
-I still feel that I'm born to talk about him.
-I still...ok pretend you didn't see this:*cough* think that maybe one day *cough* I'll be his gf somehow*cough*.

The thing is that BF doesn't have many pimples, but he has a lot of hidden "jewel". One normal-looking, totally insignificant pore could be filled with...err... unnecessary stuff.

So you can randomly press and find disgusting shit like this:

I put my finger there for size-comparison. Really, it's HUGE considering it was totally hidden. And fuck, the most disgusting thing is that it reminds me of transcription during protein synthesis.

See those strands? Yea, that's what I'm referring to.

I hate my BF.

It's one thing to have a lot of work to do.

It's another thing to have a lot of work that you don't know how to do.

http://www.mrbrownshow.com/?p=197

My classmate is gonna put it as his ringtone...hahahah

I'm skipping school tomorrow. Not for a break but for enough time to complete all my piled-up work. Please tell me working life isn't like this......Well, no-one takes a day-leave to stay at home to do work right?

Talking about that. I think the one-week September break is just there for intensive mugging for the promos. Hey...Working life CAN'T be as bad! You don't take a week off from work to work intensively!

Then again, when you start working, you won't have 1 mth plus at the end of the year to slack.

*sigh*

Really. Can't it be just less tiring......

If I continue to live at this rate, I'll faint in the middle of the streets out of exhaustion.

"We live to fuck. But life turns around and fucks us in the ass." -desperate addict