12:18 p.m. - 2001-07-13
got to edit this someday.
so i'll add an entry,another page of my life ...
as i stepped through the canteen into the halls,i was sweating like a pig on drugs and running the treadmilland i'm trying to get a tune as i put down this words in the library after another stupid wait in the lecture theatre waiting for the dramatic lecturer who didn't show up and just dumbly sitting there mutely beside people who only want to talk between themselves and so on...
then some girl sitting in front of me bent over to pick up her handphone and i saw her g-string.
does that make my day.maybe i'll dream about it tonight.like "tonight is the night"....maybe you'll dream about it tonight...cos i told you about it.
soon..soon...i'll be on the mrt going home.now this really makes the day-going home.
the time is 1230 and i'm in the library,watching videos on the internet,they have very high speed connections here but you probably dun care...cos "you think i care?!!" you don't. that's the truth and you can't hide it...you could distort it though.but i dun know how so dun ask me and i dun care to tell you either unless that's an exchange.you know...a $ exchange.
you got to be more outgoing and thick skinned around here...you got to use the army rule 2...that is...dun be afraid to ask dumb questions and expect a cold shoulder...that's the one...dun be afraid to introduce yourself as a prospective candidate for being the class nerd.geek,freak,psycho(though this is a bit too far) or what..enthusiatic chionger of the night,urging frens and romans and all to drink and act merry.
you got to face it on your own,you got to you know,you got to have a pack of menthols ready and the lighter filled full of gas,to burn the cancer as you squat in your cubicle,comtemplating the thickness of the toilet paper as you hold it in your hand and then how does the cleaning lady feel as she looks at the ashes you dropped near the draining hole...would she scowl?! wondering which moral corrupted kid smokes in the toilet like he's taking drugs? that's the case,my lord. as another flyer girl hands me a flyer with the lofty words and quotations..."give me more numbers! i need the statistics! i need to cram all this into your essay! i need you to say hick! i need $! i need more numbers! snap my fingers!"
what a basket case..
so spurs and keet,what are you'all doing?
having fun till school starts probably hanging around the home waiting for the adventure huh...
that's life for folks.
so what ...i mean so-how? so-how?
what shall we do now eh?
pure horrorshow....pure...shit.this is pure shit.
ok this is it...got to edit this someday.
