much to say

*Today was fun. Ok not realli. But today was somewhat different. Today i went to skl for some odac thingy, and in skl i saw that the councillors were bz preparing for nxt yr's J1 orientation. Suddenly i realised how one year has just zoomed past us. But of coz dats not my main point here. My point is? Among the councillors i saw a very familiar face, someone whom i can almost recognized immediately, and speak to almost everynight. Yet someone whom i have been missing far too much for comfort. Kekez.....today's dosage shld do well to at least keep me sane until skl reopens. Let's move on.

*Today i realised that not the whole world is against u if u're not against the whole world. Makes sense. I realised that the Odac ppl are still as frenly, and still joking like there's no sadness in this world. We had dinner together, and we were gossiping abt the "crushes of OBS". Such cliched topic, yet in their words, it came to life, and even cong jing, who didnt go to OBS, were totally interested in wat we're talking about. (hahas...esp the "audio porn" part eh? hahas) Maybe there realli isnt much to worry abt in this world. Wat has to happen WILL happen. "wateva will be, will be" Why do we worry abt wat some ppl thinks of us? When we're sure that there's someone out there ready to accept u for who u are. For me? The odac darlings is indeed who i really need at such times. I have been thinking too much. I have been caring too much. About myself, and about the others. Maybe the happy-go-lucky approach is more appropriate, and might realli take the self-imposed weight off my shoulders. They are tired. They dun wan to help others anymore.

*like i used to say, i dun realli like to mention names here, so u ppl will just have to figure out if i'm talking abt u. Today i talked to a "depressed gal" who told me we dunnit no reason to be depressed. That sometimes we feel like we have so much to say, yet dun feel like saying at all. This is so true. But seriously, i think such times are just passing moments, and u'll feel so stupid if u happen to be reading this now. No matter what, hope u're feeling better oredi, coz i realli cant think of ways to make u weep.

*Today is the 3rd day i'm trying to make contact. "Maybe she's pissed", but well? Wat can i say except that i shld stop caring. But this "depressed gal" mentioned above really does know me well. I was kinda shocked. i noe better than anyone that i cant. hahas....didnt noe i was such an open book for all to read. ok enuff abt this "depressed gal", lest her head swells too much that everyone noes who i'm talking abt.

*I wrote in a post before this blog crashed utterly: 20,000 ppl died in an earthquake. 50,000 injured. The world realli shld be in grief. But i shall not go too deep into this, sick of the sadness in the world.

*Someone managed to draw some lessons from my "POPCORN" paragraph! i was so shocked...considering dat not a few could actually get my actual meaning of this short but intense paragraph. Well? She said i write like a horoscope. Wat i wrote was general and open for all to draw their own lessons. Hmmm...funny. But because of this weird saying, i'm gonna retype this popcorn thingy in case others realli manage to learn something out of it. (I shall keep wat it truely meant to myself, unless u really read me like a book)

POPCORNs----- sweet and tasty. Yet never filling, and always filled with the random seeds to break ur teeth. I hate popcorns. Yet i hate it in the hope of loving it own eventual day. Afterall, after some time, one would grow teeth so strong that they get numb to the seeds. Numb.

*Alone at home till nxt sat. Full 7 days of home alone, with my parents at m'sia and my brother not staying at home. It can get pretty scary actually. It can get pretty lonely actually. It can, actually.

*feeling hungry at the middle of the nite. 2.48am. Maybe i'll go to 7-11, since there's no one home to care actually. I can just sit at the see-saw below my block till morning if i so desire. Since it wun feel much different from "home". Can any kind souls out there reading this pls gimme a call and talk to me?? I dun wan stupids emails, cold msn msgrs, nor smses. Especially smses. i hate it totally. Its ruining my life. Well? It caused quite a big trouble as it is oredi. So pls just call, and show graham his invention is still the most appreciated invention for teenagers like us.