Twenty Three
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
One ecstatic spoilt brat. One puking and crying arse. Raptures of distress; that's lufterz for you last Friday.
It's so difficult to find words that can truly reflect the intensity of all that bipolar emotions and thoughts whirling up there in that 24 hours.
North...
It started off as a 5-person dinner that miraculously evolved into a 13-person gathering. My reaction to that was to SCREAAAAAAAAAAAM! Apologies to Goodfellas and all Timbre guests, but what the hell are the SN gals doing with my mathematician friends, man?! Once again, I am defeated by them; these are the folks who have been bullying me since God knows when, and yet I still can't help but continue leeching on to them.
To the SPECIAL GALS who made all that possible. You make
AH GU laugh hysterically and do crazy things with you, you piss
AH GU off and drive
AH GU nuts
*middle finger-small finger-thumbs up*... but damn it,
AH GU is still so madly in love with you!!!
South...
051006 -051007 personal achievement list screams NIL. So have the past few ones. However they didn't really sadden me till this year. Been happy-go-lucky? Nah, it really is imbecile in disguise. Perhaps working life has really knocked some sense in me. I played the blame game and led a life of denial for one good decade; always imagining life if I hadn't enrolled myself into that school for aristocrats, if I had chosen a different course in uni, if I actually continued to pursue performing arts etc. 10 fucking years! Waaaw, why didn't I snap out of this silly act of self-delusion!
I need to LIVE A LIFE, not LIVE A LIE.
Folks, if I start acting stupid again, just whack me hard. Wow, I see a long queue of clenching fists already!
--what some might say --
11:12 PM
