Real People
I don't really know whether I should be happier or sadder that more people are starting to understand, or even see the hostility and coldness I feel on those sundays. Perhaps I'm the weaker few, perhaps I 'wised up'. Perhaps the only reason I felt like I belonged so long ago was because of you, and it never was my kind of crowd to begin with.

A little chuckle if you know who you are.

Then again, what is 'my kind of crowd'? Its harder and harder for what I am, or who I am, to be classified. I look a certain way (but looks always change anyway), I act a certain way. But I am a different way. I quite like that. It helps me realize the true, genuine people out of the multitudes of acts and lies. And amidst people who can't tell friends from two-faced bitches, I'm rather lucky.

Maybe my friends are strange, weird, awkward, to others. I don't really mind. I think my friends are the most genuine ones around. Upfront about their faults and their personalities. And when they say they care, you know they do(:

I'm rather thankful. Thankful for weird (YES YOU WEIRDOs lol), but Real People.


Btw. I knew it was a bad idea to put my blog back on. This is my second post today! O.o

i feel it all.
Today's Significants
I. Economics Paper was so annoying, because I couldn't finish, and the question I missed out was an easy one. Plus, I forgot my calculator. I would knock myself silly.
II. Headache mania. Shh. No one at home knows.
III. Dog with digestive problems + Trip to Petrol Kiosk + Police Station next door = High level of stress.
IV. That "harmless nerd" SJI boy with Cobie's doody on his shoe. Eurgh...
V. My favourite Boy/Man/Thing and his 'digitalised' uniform. Oh, and that very handy handle on the front of every uniform. Thank you, mindef for making it easy for girls to "grab a man".

This Hierachy.


Noo I'm so tired of studying. I'll stay in bed and listen to Noisettes all day and go nuts.

Scratch your name into the fabric of this world before you go.

I can't do that while working on Alevels.

Bleeeeeding


Oy shane. We got owned by a girl in red.


Oh, and for those H2 history students and fans of the Beatles:

"Imelda Marcos was "snubbed" by The Beatles, who were in the country on tour, when they did not accept an invitation to join the First Lady for breakfast. After the 'snub' was broadcast on Philippine television and radio, all of The Beatles' police protection disappeared. Brian Epstein was forced to give back all the money that the band had earned while they were in the Philippines before being allowed back on the plane. Paul McCartney, speaking in the Anthology series, said that after he'd heard about what she had allegedly been doing, he took some belated pride in snubbing her."
-Wikipedia.com


LOL. The Marcoses really crack me up.

Where I belong
I. Anyone knows that I'm a fan of Alice in Wonderland? A little one. Its beautiful nonsense. Is there a point in nothing?
II. Blog is back. You see this is point 2. I don't really care. I'm just rather bored. (Hello Bridget.)
III. Exams SUCK. But that's not new.
IV. My dad's coming back. Sucks too.
V. ...I love him. Muchly.