when the bitch comes to take a peek

if any of you have watched Thank You For Smoking, you'd understand what I'm trying to say here. I think in the next few years my two good friends, Al, Mon and I will be like the Merchants of Death (MOD squad) in the movie, who get together comparing details about their lives, and the number of deaths their jobs are responsible for. only I think we'll be more like Minahs of Despair (I know it sounds lame I just haven't been creative nowadays), trying to convince one another that our school is the suckiest (since we're all going to different universities) and feel strangely triumphant that the institution we're studying at has the weirdest people (NTU! NTU!)

I'll probably win The School With The Most Ineffective Student Union, but we'll talk about that another day.

anyway, to people who just love preaching to me about things only they'd understand, kindly stop and shut up. I'm extremely tired of any worldly thoughts tonight, and if you really must tell yours to someone, please go somewhere else. Ubin would be good, because I realised there are plenty of lonely old people there who might appreciate your company. you'll never know if you don't try SO TRY.

I don't know why I'm so ill-tempered tonight. could be the fact that my plans had to be cancelled because of the fucked up system. or that people I haven't heard from in ages are suddenly coming to me and saying things like you're indifferent and nonchalant about parts of your life why don't you care huhuhuhuh? the only thing I don't care about right now is whether I've made a good impression of myself just for you these last few years and yes I'd really like to keep it that way.

you know, each time you open a door you tend to let everything in, the good and the bad.