i suppose mine was a happy one. of sorts. heh.. cause ive really run out of adjectives which could come close to describe how i feel.
sigh. one thing i never got about MSN display pics, was how guys loved to put hot girls and girls loved putting 'hot' guys on their pic. like... wtf.. its supposed to show something which represents YOU... i dunno. maybe im just a poor misguided youth. happens alot. sigh.
but did you people know, that you can feel strangely satisfied when you go straight from your bed to the kitchen, without brushing your teeth or showering to greet your grandma. =DD. such inexplicable happiness. all that ive got pushing me on.
i dont get the whole obsession the world is with people and dying. its a real phenomenon, that reveals our sick morbid obsessions. and steve irwine and the MSN turtles arnt the first. there was the 'mourning for pluto', also on MSN. and when christopher reeve passed away, there was also all that, "supe's dead =((" crap going around on MSN. makes you wonder. just how much of this is sincere. how much is real. and who are the posers and those just going with the crowd, and cult mentality. so sad, that someone's death can be reduced to something to trivial. like a turtle. give the dude some respect. take out the turtle. im sure its very touching, but its really an insult to his memory. sigh. i dunno. maybe its just me, that dont get this sort of sentimental shit.
so while everyone else was cooking, my only task for lunch was to get banana leaves from the jungle behind our house. so off i went with my parang and clippers, intot he long grass whilst still in view of my house, cut the leaves. and all this while my eyes were on the lookout for insects or snakes. and was pretty surprised cause, well, there wasnt any. not t all. not even ants on the banana tree. it was only when i got reached my front door, and got greeted by a spider, did i see insects again. siigh. so thats where all the buggies went, huh? sigh. figures...
wonders how were ever gonna sell it.
family's going JB tomorrow. sigh. i swear. its been 9 years since i left the malaysia/ batam sphere of influence. and 9 months since i even left mainland singapore. and no, sentosa is not counted. sigh. and ive lost count the number of times my family/ my parents have gone to malaysia without me. ah well. whats one to do, when one puts school ahead of travelling.
met the old gang to study at the airport. then played pool at monster cue. =)
"i dont know you, who do i know... do you know, you, the you that i wanna know.."
| You Should Be a Musician |
 You have a rare combinations of talents: an ear for music, nimble fingers, and the willpower to practice. You could master almost any instrument you choose to play (if you haven't already!) |
strange. was expecting the answer to be 'writer'. hmmm. ah well. well nonetheless ive returned to my novella, and i like the ways its heading.
i used to take pride in how distinctly unique my voice was. whiny, oily, sneery, drunk, the point was it was still unique. at camps and during morning PT, you knew it was me shouting, not cause i was loud but cause of the rarity of such noise quality. so i was as proud as a peacock, till lately, whenever someone called, they mistook me for either my bro or my dad. once even both.
"hello Veej?"
"no.. rishik."
"Kartik!! oh its you!"
"... No.. rishik"
"...rishik? OH, rishik!"
haha. slow toppling of everything ive ever been proud of.haha. yes that sound in the distance. thats the crumbling of my ego. haha.
well ive rambled more than ive had to, once again. im off.
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