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Thursday, March 13, 2008
" funk soul brother ; 7:36 PM "

sheesh, tiring week. i've been traveling up and down , to and fro from school, town, home, school, town, home etc. but today i finally got a break, so i traveled down to the one-stop cafe and sheila and i downed a couple of frothy root beers. (i've been eating ALOT for the past few days. stress, i reckon. i need to tape my mouth shut for more than eating reasons.)

we sat there for about three hours straight, talking about the waiter whose boxers were hanging loose. but then we got bored, so we left and we decided to do sing at the taxi shelter, because it was empty and because it was fun.

i'm pretty content now, all my energy has been zapped out from today - so i'm going to rest. i'm going to need it, since i'll be dying due to the incessant hours of studying required for school in the next term.

--

the reading workshop/investiture was pretty cool.
i expected a whole load of weirdos, to be honest. but everybody was level-headed.
everybody was friendly, frank and there were so many smart people.
i mean, the eloquence of it all surprised me so much.

there was this temasek jc guy next to me who was nodding to what the lecturer was saying.
at first i was mildly annoyed, but then i thought-
wait, he's actually listening.
that's MUCH more than what i can say for my school.
and when they portrayed the 3 different languages,
chinese, malay and tamil, i have to admit that i held my breath when the indian lady spoke-
because i expected huge roars of laughter.
but nobody laughed in that room.
and then i realised that there are actually considerate, polite and nice teenagers around, but apparently in bedok green, very few people who respect other cultures exist.

well i'm tired now.

kthxbye.


you say im a bad friend, but when i ask you what's wrong , you never tell me. so uh- you're psycho.






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