ah well, episode on Os will be conveniently skipped over and forgotten, though truth be told, i'm fed up abt crying and whining...to hell w moe...screw my future..

cip today was really sad...
students didn't know the meaning of words like "noble", n i cldn't explain simplistically...they're
not exactly deprived...
just unfulfilled...
but i don't know of what..
i can't give them love, cos i've only known them for 1 hr, so pity's the next alt.

i never saw my "adopted child" agin..nurul aieen..tt was...still is her name... i promised to bring her out to macdonalds..her face is still a fresh memory, untarnished by modern discourse...she was never the friendly kind..i so wanted to connect, but i don't know, maybe it was the lang. barrier..but my eng's not too shabby..ironically, tt might just be the reason. suddenly have this inexpressible aching to envelope her in a hug...my coccon's big enough for two...she's small anyway...tragically, i doubt she even has an inkling as to who i am.. it's been two yrs..
don't want this blog to degenerate into some contrived emotional dumping ground, where the poetry sux n content is self-centric/hedonistic blah.
pple in class r so dreary...planning to run for council, but not sure i can make it... so i'll just be brushing up on pr skills..(i was never the eyelash fluttering girl who commanded attention...more of the wallflower stereotype, which i used to think i was the antithesis of)but apparently not)=>did this make sense? try to decipher it.
i used to think guides was a fulfilling cca, but can't bear to recall those days of searing naivety...encapsulated in self constructed coccoon...
msn is starting to be a really jejunic place...where pple lament abt their "angst" and "pent up emotions". those words have started to take a toll on me.... but i can't seem to find a suitable synonym...sadly, i am one of the uncountable whining bitches...wth, i have clothes on my back, there's no need to worry abt where my next meal will come from, i sleep in airconditioned comfort, for pete's sake, i even have a television!!!!stop complaining already, u only sound like a trite humanitarian wannabe...why do i reduce myself with fatuous insults?is it a vanity issue or a patina of staged humility? i guess "or" should be replaced by "and"...

phantom readers (ie pple other than xq, sen, sher, pls continue to lead a nondescript existence, don't let me find out you've been reading my blog w/o my knowledge, not so much because i'll be pissed (tt's only to a small extent), but more abt the awkwardness when there's knowledge and intimacy that's not mutual. cutting words, but tt's how i want it to be...
council preparational jobs have not been done so far, but none of my running mates seem to really care, wait tt's a grossly bigoted statement..daph's serious, but ritch is showing leanings of wanting to drop out, she sounded the warning alarm today with an emotional confessional ..it didn't really achieve the therapeutic effect i was yearning for, instead, it festered like a noxious miasmata contemplating implosion...
weird imagery of myself as physical harbour for all this antagonism, antipathy...

there seems to be no real impt point tt i want to drive home (quote rm: drive it home with a headlight)..really..haven't experienced the calling yet...spiritually disconnected..i'm not even a sunday christian, more like, i try to be a nice person, but i don't take into account ecclesiastical concerns...

hah, "u suck so bad u swallow",(han's famous lingo) it's most prob the only thing i'll remember abt han 10 yrs down. will i even remember him...yes, because he's the biggest a**hole in class...wadeva, if u're reading this,bugger off, though i should think not, if the sacred trinity hasn't betrayed my trust... it's just really impt to me to keep this site private...

beginning to lose touch w some ppl, whom i used to spend so much time with in the past, but now hardly manage to keep a conversation alive...sad really.. reminder of wilted friendships, and a certain E comes to mind, i've never really mentioned her before here. have i? we used to be so close..nostalgia flooding in torrents...i'm not waving, but drowning..there are even flashes of times when i can't remember the shape of her face, her fingers, which used to be comforting whenever we did tt hand patting thing tt now only xq does (u know, the one where both of us link hands and clap our hands together softly?) it provides a maternal succour i can't find in my own mother...shit, getting teary...
why did the imbecilic shit abt the jw girl even occur?!?! i still don't comprehend...i mean wth...i said bye to her (E, not jw) the other day when she crashed hc, but attempt at reconciliation was flatly ignored with the nonchalant flick of her hair, and she gave me the cheek profile...her nose turned up, not in a snobbish way, but in a knowing disregard..and it hurt to see tt she's deteriorated into such a petty creature (the irony is sorely not missed here, omnipresent in the spiteful description).
ah well, kieffy beefy advised me to let it go..he's been one of, if not the sweetest guy in class, i hope it works out b/w him n zing (honestly, i try to help, it's just tt he lacks self assurance sometimes...)
shit, been online for way too long...
tw resumes mechanical, indomitable mugging front...