no army can hold me back!

It's been so long since i last blogged. There, I've said it myself. Considerate of me no? I've saved all that time of yours (READ= gail and delia) otherwise spent berating me on how erratic my blogging is. HEY! I've already said over and over again, I am an inconsistent blogger. It's not MY fault that you people have high expectations....once a month is good enough, right?

Alright, alright, just for you (READ= gail and delia) I'll write an extra long post, ok??

so, anyways, I've decided to move on. I finally realised that there were better things for me. I can't truly express how relieve i feel. No more pretenses, no more anxiety, no more regret...haha, see delia, no more Heartbreak Hotel! Sigh...times like this, (times of sadness, la!) makes me feel grateful to have the friends that i have. Although they are completely mad, eccentric and retarded, and although they can annoy you half to death, they make life meaningful So thanks, darlings!!

Anyway, yesterday was a completely retarded day. the whole bloody day I just couldn't stop laughing or singing. Oh! And not to mention dancing! Haha, I wonder what it was that made me so happy....hmmmmm.:winks: Mr Nair was staring at us as even gail and delia found my new-found happiness contagious. We were breaking out in song every few minutes, to Xavier's exasperation.haha. Lit was SUPER yesterday, the whole class was making fun of Tneo. Mr Nair was so confused, the expression on his face was hilarious! And when we were separated int groups to do some questions, us girls did nonsensical stuff that annoyed Xavier and nearly made him blush.heh.

I want to go to Japan!!!

I suddenly remembered how the 2 bimbos were so excited about Japan and i really wish that i could go too...i have yet to ask my parents...something i am definitely not looking forward to..they're great parents, the best, really, but sometimes I feel that they are too over-protective. Sigh. My father can't say no...he promised me that i can go to any overseas immersion programme if i joined debate but it's my mum that's the problem. She can't say no either, since my father ultimately has the last say, but it's like I'll be pitting them against each other. Mum will be furious that my father made that "stupid deal" with me and she will sulk and ugh...I don't want to think about it anymore lest i lose all confidence and will never even ask them.

Anyways, my back is killing me. I have been sitting in front of this computer for the last six hours doing the darned Literature project and i have yet to complete it. It such tedious work. Oh god, I've been hunched fat too long over the keyboard. OUCH! OK, i just stretched wrongly, hehe. My fingers seem to be permanently conformed to the shape pf the mouse. I must admit, blogging is a great idea. All this typing is loosening up my too-stiff fingers. Heh.

My mum is bringing us girls out for lunch at Pizza Hut and my father is sulking adorably...haha. He wants to follow but my mum says NO. hehe.

You know, I've had had likings for guys of different kinds, there are the funny guys, the sporty guys, the serious silent guys..but in the end, I'll be the happiest girl if i can find someone who can make me happy the way my dad makes my mum happy. Now that is love at its best.

Often people question the existence of love. Whenever i hear someone do that i feel scandalised. If you question's love existence, you would be questioning the essence of life. Love need not necessarily extend only to the person whom you want to spend the rest of your life with, but really, to everyone who is important to you, your family, your friends and for some, their pets. The absence of love would be equivalent to the absence of good...and i don't think we're at that stage yet, not yet...but what with the number of suicidal and murderous teenagers alike, with the increasingly steep rate of moral degradation, we are well on our way to that stage. I pray to God, that will only occur long after I'm gone. I wouldn't want to stick around to witness that.

I think that's enough morbid talk. There's only so much of deep and dark conversation we can handle, if i go on, none of us will be able to sleep well tonight. UNLESS IF YOU"RE HEARTLESS!!!! by the way, i had stopped blogging two paragraphs earlier to go for my lunch but now. i have returned. After all, i promised that I would write extra long today after abandoning My faithful readers (you) for so long. Not that i feel guilty..heh. I miss writing like this. In secondary school, I loved writing assignments or practice compositions. I'd always picked the narrative question...the one word question. It's more free-ranging and i can exercise creativity more, and caution less. It was pure, unadulterated bliss. Even though I'm taking Lit now, I don't get to write narratives. My questions are in fact long comprehension questions that are worth 25 marks. I have all this requirements to fulfill. How taxing. I miss the freedom of writing. I miss my secondary school friends. I saw Frederick earlier at Jurong Point when i went to eat. It was a brief meeting. I was going down the escalator, and he was coming up. All we could do was smile and wave at each other.

At times like this, I remember my first day of school. It was horrible. I was the only one from Kent Ridge. When we sat down at the hall, I felt so ostracised. All around me were YTSS students. The first person to talk to me was in fact, Danial. Haha. He asked me for tissue. For the first time, I actually regretted not having tissue paper. Haha, I'm thankful that my personality is a naturally loud one therefore i make friends easily. Now i don't think I'll ever have the problem of not having anyone to talk to..in YJ at least.

Oh well, I think I should hurry and complete the formatting of the Lit project..bleah.

Ta!!