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Monday, September 20


wild wild world
"oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world." --mr big.

wassup;
saturday. approx 11am. behind CJC canteen.
i witnessed a wassup. two, in fact. should i say i'm lucky or what? hahah. it was interesting but kinda sick. for those who don't know what a wassup is, ask any SJI guy, i won't go into details. basically, it was this guy's bday as usual, and they were doing their thing when this other guy threw a shoe on his you-know-what.. and it hurt a damn lot. so everyone scolded that guy.. i quote.. "a wassup is supposed to look painful, but not actually be painful". well anyway. then everyone went to wassup that guy. and that's how i got two for the price of one. in any case, as far as i could tell, julia was having the most fun. she was filimg the entire thing, and wassup-ing the guys as well. she rawks man.

wedding;
saturday. 2.30pm. bethesda church bukit arang.
ivan's and agi's wedding! haha. it was kewl.. hungarian translations and all. hehs! although, looking at the wedding photos from hungary, i'd say it was tons more fun there. haha. anyway, agi looked like a ms universe contestant! plus the brains, of course. ah ah. terrible me. i shall not stereotype. anyway, yknow, she spoke in hungarian for awhile.. and it reminded me of those european beauty queens who needed translators to answer the questions. haha. well yes. then the dinner. at the Hilton, no less. sadly, it didnt really live up to its standard. Paris Hilton's extravagance must've taken its toll on the family business. anyway, it was kinda fun. haha. serene got drunk..... or high. or, more friendly, as she termed it.

wine;
saturday. 8.30pm. the Hilton.
70 crates of imported wine, so i heard. 6 glasses out of those 70 crates went into serene's tummy. hahaha. ok i shall not embarass you. basically she was a lil high, not very drunk. was smiling to nothing in particular.. and yada yada. quite interesting. hahaha. joel and smellyman kept teasing her. anyway. nick was worse. i quote. "eh, you're quite drunk eh.. do you realise you're not wearing anything?". hahaha. he's damn funny. ok. enough enough. the wine was good, i admit. but then again, i wouldn't really know.

washroom;
monday. dunno what time. CJ E-block level 5 washroom.
guys' washroom, to be exact. ok, i'm not sure if its E block la. what block are we on anyway?? doesn't matter. what happened was, julia kong (yeahs, the one who was wassup-ing ppl) also happened to go into the guys' washroom at this particular time! well, marcus was inside, at that particular moment, peeing. thus, when he heard julia's voice, he was thinking: "why is her voice so loud ar?", when he realised tt she was in the toilet. and therefore, when i stepped into class, i could hear weekoon trying to console marcus. hahaha. i think he feels a lil violated although he doesn't wanna admit it. anyway, when i heard abt it, my first question was, "marcus, are you pissed?".

weakness;
tuesday. 6.04am. my bedroom.
woke up with a bad cold and cough today, no idea why. i was fine yday! anyway, yeahs, i didn't go to school. went to the doc at around 11plus, and that was where a real dumb thing happened. see, there's this cupboard on the wall, above the magazine rack, which i have never noticed all these years. my powers of observation fail me, sometimes. anyway. yeah. i was trying to take a magazine when i bumped my head against the cupboard. and bumped is an understatement. the crash was damn loud, and the two receptionists there were very shocked and kept asking me if i was ok. honestly, i wasn't. it was freekin pain. but i was trying to not look like the idiot that i had just made myself to be, so i sat down and pretended to read the mag. anyone who looked carefully would realise i was pretending simply bcos it was a chinese mag. yeah anyway. i think they told the doc abt it, or he heard the crash, cos when i went in he helped me check my head too. i quote. "how come can hit one? my clinic open 12 years nobody ever hit before leh.." well, i just smiled weakly. yeah. he told me not to rub it, not to do anything with it, and if i vomitted or felt giddy, go back and see him. i felt like saying, "don't worry doctor, i won't sue you lah." well yeah. basically i spent my whole day watching the Emmys that my sis helped me tape, and sleeping. just woke up, in fact.

whatever;
everyday. from this time forth. wherever.
i will not care. i am not hurt. i am not sad. i am just a lil empty. a lil wistful. (ah, another w). i think i can finally give it all up. but there are no substitutes, rest assured. then again, i care abt what you think. hmm. this whatever only extends halfway. i guess you could be proud of me? this is what you've always wanted anyway.






who?
what?
where?
when?

me.
rambling.
here.
now.


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