The Scripters

In my class, we're all clique-y people. Thus, there's many(or at least I think that there is) cliques within us. There's the Doreen Gang, the Chloe Gang, the Zoe Gang and the Three Musketeers Gang. However, there's just one gang that rises above all(hell, yeah), that's the Script Writers Gang aka THE Scripters(Cui Fen, Eugene, Jun Kang, Mahorela).

And I've been hanging out with them today. It was at Eugene's house, working on those damn scripts. Boy, it was a close shave having Kang in a house full of fragile objects. He was really close to knocking down a few of Eugene's house's decorative items. Don't believe? Just look at this map:



Though it wasn't my house, I broke out in cold sweat while observing his movements. People, do think twice before you invite him over to your residence. He didn't have a care in the world at all and I mean it.


Random picture taken randomly at his house.

Tasted Eugene's recommended Roti Prata and it was great. Then went home. Then had a decent discussion about romance on board the bus with Cui Fen and Kang.

Apologies for being monotonous in this entry, that's cause somebody rang my clapper today; Guys are indeed, bothered by having raped women as their girlfriends.

Hark, I need peace.

No updates yet

It's been a while since I've updated. A lot has happened. Two deaths and a broken heart. What more to say?

Gonna update when I have the mood to.

School Starts Again

!@#$%^&*

Here and today, school started again. I'm feeling as depressed as ever. Though I don't seem to appear to be in school, but I'm certainly affected by it. I'm even going to the length of putting up a false front to entertain myself.

Great job.

Nuff of the rantings, I think I will move on to... more rantings.

Remember my previous rants on the project we had to complete during the Holidays? Yeah, that one. It was a newsletter.

Initially, we were required to do four pages. Instead, what done was a forty pages article which sums up to a monthly magazine. Dearly as it could be, we were indeed, as expected, been given a warning by our Ma'am to get rid of the lengthy length and follow the instructions as instructed.

Yes, we were careless on our part to have not read the instructions. Yet, flexibility could be exercised in such situations and allow us to submit our hardwork. But as you can see, I live in a nation where such enthusiasm wasn't appreciated. Everbody is expected to just follow the law.

Talking about fostering creativity within students.

Screw the grimness and the system, literally.

Help, I Need Somebody!

Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.

When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me?
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I've never done before.

Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me.
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help in any way.

But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Shoo away the God of Sickness!

Darnit, I'm gonna fall sick... again!

WTF!

I better not fall sick this time, if not some $30 is gonna grow wings and fly away...

My Miseries

I'm feeling miserable now.

I lost my phone pouch which was given by my Piggy on my Birthday.

I lost my most beloved earpiece which double as a radio antenna for my mobile phone.

I lost 2 days' lesson because I'm sick.

I'm feeling miserable.

Why do I keep losing things?!

To buy back an exact earpiece cost $30. The exact phone pouch $1.20. 2 days' lesson, priceless.

Even if I'm able to buy back that two items, the new items would be inferior in its sentimental value. At least not for the earpiece.

But it costs a whopping $30!

I have already spent $60 on medical bills this week, all thanks to my bronchitis which is acting up again. The bill don't stop there, I have to go back for follow-ups. Don't forget to count in that $325.32 I've spent last week on medical bills too.

I'm fucking depress now. Nothing seems to be working out. I even forgot my point of living. I want my earpiece, I want a new earpiece, I just need an earpiece which comes with radio antenna function.

But I can't afford it.

I knew I saw my handphone puch lurking around the corners of my house. I just can't seems to spot it ever again.

That 2 days' lessson have to be heavily relied on classmates, whom I have difficulty trusting and asking.

I can't seems to concentrate in anything that I'm doing.

Fuck, I'm feeling miserable.