at puipui's place.
Honestly , do i seem like the type that would rob a bank? go for fights? or even smoke? , my mom seems to think so. It fascinates me to even think how such a thought can infiltrate her mind. So my innocent outing with my classmates last night to her was something like , me loitering the streets performing iniquitous acts. Well , we were looking at stars at the Esplanade -_-. Why do old (okay fine..older) people have such stubborn perspectives. Stubborn in a sense that it would take the entire world to come crashing down on their white heads before they take on an alternative point of view. Just by looking at me and any clown would realise that I am incapable of such acts. oh well..I'm going back to sleep.

Quote: " Hey look at that! *points to vandalism 'f u c k e d' oh no..Who's ed? Poor him.." Everyone else: *slap forehead "

kskoh messed up my hair! She committed the ultimate unforgivable sin. Had a somewhat cheerful squabble with her in class today over the state of my hair. About how ridiculously high it has become and how that 'fin'(or what she calls it) has irritated the living daylights out of her. My goodness ,when will this ever end. When will they realise that their futile efforts will never pay off? In fact , to put it bluntly , snipping off my precious hair and thus going to school looking like a total gook is what they're actually telling me. Might as well ask me go jump off a cliff.
School was different. The whole plethora of pink heart-shaped balloons , love songs , nice sweet little notes and lollipops exacerbated the awful aura of valentine's day. Sitting at the void deck just taking in all the love in the air was too much for me. I availed myself of the ambiguity in the world 'love'. I came to the conclusion that all this was nothing but an enchantment of unsatisfied desire which causes us to mistake for feelings of charity. This enchantment , then forces us to think all our love problems are solved which in fact have only been waived or postponed. As i soaked in the horrible sensation of being single on valentine's day , I am thankful for my friends.
oh no..I have somehow embedded a sense morbidness in my highly romanticized blog. I'm sorry. Its just how I feel.

Quote: " Sometimes i wonder if you have been put on this earth for your own amusement"

after a year without writing , i feel empty. Not penning down how i feel numbs my mode of expression. Inspired by my coolio friends , i finally found enough motivation to engage myself in this blogging nonsense.
Anyway , i've been irritated lately. After what i thought was passable character , i am horrified at what i find. Not only a whiny , squiney , cute acting thing..but a (i'm being cynical here) vile , sneaking , demure , monosyllabic , mouse-like , watery , insignificant , loud , bread-and-butter miss. The little brute. She makes me vomit. The sort who looks as if she'd faint at the sight of blood and then dies with a smile. A cheat every way. Looks as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and yet has a satirical wit. The sort of creature who would come smiling up at me knowing full well how deep she had wounded me. Oh well , you guys must probaly be going like " woa..wisdom kwok " or something but i'm serious! this is how it makes me feel. sigh..girls..*shakes head
this valentine's feels somewhat different...i feel as if i ought to be doing something i'm not...help mee

p.s stupid bob. (not u yuhao..the rougue fella)
peace.