RANDOM-ISM.

let the drummer kick.

okay, if anyone from my class ever reads this (which i really doubt they do), they'd say i have this split personality. but heck. i've been moody, even suffering from depression, since last night, and it's not because of my inability to breathe using both my nostrils. maybe i want to let it out, i but i don't want to let it out to just anybody, because if you know me well enough, you'd know that i am not someone who trusts others that easily. come to think about it, i do not think i trust anyone that greatly. i mean, how can i? i don't even bloody trust myself.


FOOD, the one thing that i love and would never compromise for has not become almost meaningless to me unless it's just to respond to the merciless ramblings in my stomach. i can barely taste that peice of chicken, that spoonful of rice, that sweet slice of rockmelon. things that i used to find bliss and solace seem to appeal to me no more. but heck, there is no point getting all emotional here. it's just virtual reality. VIRTUAL reality.


so this is supposed to be a random blog right?


RANDOM RAMBLINGS IN CLASS. (oh, i'm in school btw.)

solikin telling people things to bring for friday's bbq: (of which i hope i am well enough to attend. im supposed to bring the sausages. ooh, those things.)


Sol: (shouting across the class which is rather small and thus making it impossible for us not hear him because just his normal voice is loud enough) Angie, bring nuggets. -pauses- Vanessa, bring the charcoal..


Van: CHANGKUL? (it's the thing that farmers use to dig the soil. not a spade, it's the thing that is like tangeant to the stick. ah blah, if you're singaporean, you'll know)


Sol: (louder this time.) CHARCOAL.


Van: WHAT? CHANGKUL?


Angel and Angie: (shouting into van's ears) CHARCOAL!


Van: CH-CHANGKUL? what CHANGKUL?


A&A: CHARCOAL!!!


Van: ohhh, charcoal.




and my head was throbbing when this whole ordeal happened.


i do have a split personality. blah.

posted by Myz @ 12:27 PM