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emotions comeback intervention time


Monday, January 11, 2010 !@#$% 7:40 PM

Flowers, in general, freak me out. I don't know why, but I just am not taken with it. Irony
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LOL, I just find the cookie monster persona so-damn-cute. And really, people know that I'm not a big fan of Sesame Street either (I generally think that the muppets are serial rapists in disguise- that or they wake up at night to kill you. "Elmo knows where you live." much.) but I really do love cookie monster. He's just like, way too cool. Him and that other dracula dude who plays the pipe organ with numbers. Yeah, these two are just super awesome characters. :D

We watched the 'O' Level results ceremony just now. I heard the overall nationals is ten A1's? Totally wtf, seriously. And it got me thinking that, we- the normal, average, below intelligent member of PYSS is competing with six pointers, and below- freaks you out, doesn't it? It's freaking me out. Hell, I got the jitters when were awaiting the results just now, just knowing that next year, around this time, we'd be in the same position as well. I totally need to super-power my ass starting right now.

It's hard to get along with the one's closest to you.
I know it's cliche to say that I want people to see me as I am- which majority of them do. And the rest, I really just don't give a bat's shit or a rat's ass about. It's just that there's this other few that I really am wanting/ waiting to impress. Because somehow, I feel obligated to do so. Because these are the people whom I've grown up with, yet they don't know me. At all. Not that I'm any better in any sense, it's just that I'm afraid- terrified even, to go in too deep. Because once you're in, you know you'll never escape.
I'm in a situation where I'm crying for you to throw the ball- throw and I'll catch.

I'm asking for way too much, aren't I?

Fort Canning was meh. In all sense of the word.


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