I came across a few amusing conversations that day. To prevent myself from being beaten up..his name is Divad Nat. Its spelt in Latin(Nital) with prompts from yuhao..i'm forced to blog about it.
Case1
Divad: Hey Shawn.. i'll dare you to **** *** **** *******(the dare has been censored due to its crude nature) for a a hundred bucks!
Shawn: hmm..a hundred bucks? no
Divad: okay how bout 80?
Shawn: no
Divad: 60?
Shawn: no
Divad: 40?
Shawn: why is your numbers going down
Divad: oh yarh
Everyone: *smack forehead

Case2
Divad: hey bala! let me ask you a question. if someone would offer you 2000 dollars or 10,000 dollars which one will you take?
Bala: *stunned erm..is that all? no catch phrase?
Divad: yes..just tell me which one you will take
Bala: ?! i really don't know what to say.

sorry if you're reading this divad. i sure hope not. But whatever it is..its yuhao's fault. Beat him not me.

Quote:" You make it difficult to love you "

Bummer
honors night was a bummer. I sat in the lousy, uncomfortable auditorium chairs for 3 hours while clapping occasionally for unknown faces. The whole monotony of it all was irritating. We, sweating in our blazers had to do the complete same action for nearly an hour. After which, dinner was served. Or rather we had to queue up for it. I couldn believe I paid 25 dollars for that. Anyway, the worse part of the night was the whole 'lets take a photograph' part. For one I hate taking photos. And I simply couldn stand the happy wappy atmosphere where people pranced around and smiled. It was rather unsettling. So I left. Okay I admit. I'm being mean.
Anyway the only consolation for the night was when I met Sam and Meg at Holland v after I left.
We talked for quite a bit which can't be any fun for them because all I wanted to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain. They tried to be understanding. But I don't make this process very easy for people. Meg even tried forcing chocolate down my throat claiming it to be an anti depressant. She later conveyed her fears about coming to AC and how the bowling team isn't as hospitable as they look. Especially my fierce friend fiona (note the alliteration). That reminded me a lot about my pathetic self. I later bummed into foong who seemed mischievous as ever. He very kindly enlightened me about my sister's horrible deeds in school. Thanks. I went home after that and despite feeling totally drained, my body won't sleep. Sigh. We are all still going to die.

Quote:"Drink a glass of warm milk before sleep" says the therapist