Time Off

A change in blog address leads to a subsequent change in theme of the blog.

It's been (so far) a terrible holiday. There is still work left undone, projects to complete, people to meet up with (do I still care?) and more to be done...

Time - they say it waits for no man, no one. I find it strange that I'm rambling on about the significant lack of it, when I have decent time management skills. I'm more frustrated due to the situations and circumstances which are beyond my control, those which elude all form of pre-empting and planning for and against.

Of late, a certain someone's starting to irk me. (Not for the first time, I'm sure.) I mean really, even if you are forced to step down, must you make a fuss out of it? Yes, I'm sure being crafty and manipulative; toying with the feelings of those who were placed under your charge and care will help your cause. If you're leaving, leave quietly. But I suppose now it's all about you. Wait, it always was, wasn't it? It was never about others you meant to serve. It was all about furthering your own gains and glory. And there is the one. I swear, if anything happens, you will pay ever so dearly... You kick up a fuss about leaving. You tell everyone when it's supposed to be a quiet affair, hoping they will stir up some protest and tell everyone they want you back. However, you've failed. You're wrong; they want you gone.

Coded

australiathreejapanoneanditsthelanddownunderwhichnoonewantstoremember

alexander downing

substitutions

weddings and marriage

20something plus 20

giveupandsleepifyougiveupandsleep

30 or 31 days

dorsal

of mothers and boyfriends

nobreakupssowestaythesame
o
six to two

candy

hearts

radars sleep trust

order of names

tenabsencemakestheheartgrowfonder

hugshugsback

eightthirty

messages

lovesandgoodbyes

Czechs and Italians

The Czech Republic beat USA 3-0.

Italy are one up against a spirited Ghanian side. 45minutes to go.

And I'm too bothered to sleep. It's those thoughts that plagued me a year back.

Strange. Samantha's online and she said hi.

when everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Cold Weather and I'm Losing My Hotness

I am desperately trying to retain my hotness, and thus have resorted to putting on a jacket at home. Stef's taking ages to get over here so we can go play pool.

In response to recent blog posts with regards to Sentosa: please stop displaying pictures of my oh-so-hot butt. It's not very nice you know.

Bronson could be a model. Yong Jin could advertise for maids, but 7-up isn't his cup of tea.

I can walk. Beware.

Sis is 1/5 of the way through my brilliant game show. How she got 2000 points in 2 days I have no idea. It's not really fun when you think no one knows about wedding dresses, arts and science, movie scenes, but randomness decides otherwise.

I'm falling sick. Pray for me. You know you'd die without me.

The phone vibrates. A phone vibrates. I've got the wrong one.

I'm off to party now.

dance dance

Why

So many times we ask ourselves "why?"

"Why did He have to die?"

Here's why...

Of Love

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

--Kahlil Gibran

Screams are Music to My Ears

Presenting: songs that hold some semblance of meaning in my life at present. (I'll update this soon.)

Welcome to Wherever You Are
by Bon Jovi

Maybe we're all different but we're still the same
We all got the blood of Eden running through our veins
I know sometimes it's hard for you to see
You're caught between just who you are and who you want to be

If you feel alone and lost and need a friend
Remember every new beginning is some beginning's end

Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life; you made it this far
Welcome, you got to believe
That right here, right now
You're exactly where you're supposed to be
Welcome to wherever you are

When everybody's in and you're left out
And you feel you're drowning in the shadow of a doubt
Everyone's a miracle in their own way
Just listen to yourself, not what other people say

When it's seems you're lost, alone and feeling down
Remember everybody's different; just take a look around

Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life; you made it this far
Welcome, you got to believe
Right here, right now
You're exactly where you're supposed to be

Be who you want to be
Be who you are
Everyone's a hero
Everyone's a star

When you want to give up and your heart's about to break
Remember that you're perfect; God makes no mistakes

Welcome to wherever you are
This is your life; you made it this far
Welcome, you got to believe
Right here, right now
You're exactly where you're supposed to be

Irked

I think the teenage hormonal angst syndrome my peers suffer from is getting to me. I'm starting to get bogged down by the little nuances of idiocy displayed when it comes to comprehending life, and living it. Granted, it is the period of your life where you are (supposedly) entitled to be moody, angsty, and you don't give two hoots about life and wish you would die.

It's just starting to irk me. I know it shouldn't. It really shouldn't be, but still...

So what are the causes of them wanting to stop living? Fights with parents, squabbles with friends, bad exam results, lack of companionship, and the like. It does make me question - is life all about that to them? Since life is not worth living without those things, are those the essentials that they need for life and contentment? It astounds me each time I try to understand what exactly went wrong and why they get so worked up over it.

Another reason I cannot realy grasp is that "life sucks". This is often coupled with the explanation "it just does". I am guessing that these people live on highs (emotional, physical, spiritual), and need a constant surge of endorphins through their bodies, lest they feel miserable and crumble and die, and remain lost and forgotten in time.

Perhaps it's been a time for me to re-assess what life is to me. I've been going through a period where death and its sickly grasp have been strangling the life out of those around me, and some may soon pass on. In the face of such adversity and conflict, it is where one truly discovers what life is, and how to live it.

Looking back, I have built my castles and fortresses, but is that my legacy? It's not a quest for fame - to be remembered. It's a quest to live and know you've made a difference. That's what someone (possibly unknowningly) taught me. The quest to impact, change and transform lives. And more often than not, we seek to start our own revolutions, hoping our names would be placed in books of time, next to Washington, Napoleon, Mao, Stalin, Hitler. It eventually leads us on to a power struggle. We try to amass all the power, wealth, and influence we can. We aspire to present a global image; to be the next Bill Gates.

But I've come to see beyond that, for it is what you've shown me. Making a difference isn't a revolution; it starts with the little things in life. It starts with the small little things that make people around us smile. It starts in the morning by saying "thank you" to your mother for making breakfast and getting up early. This is followed by saying hello to various schoolmates and smiling at them, brightening up what would have been another gloomy day in school. It's about noticing the suffering a friend is going through, through the signals that we're all too busy to take note of. It's about meeting your neighbour on the way home, and greeting them. It's about sharing your day with school over dinner, instead of observing half an hour of nothing but silence, and so much more. It's these little things in life that make people special and set apart. Sure, Bill Gates revolutionised the world with Microsoft. But he has done nothing for me, personally. He's not going to be on my mind when I ponder the last moments of my life as the memories flash back.

But I'll remember the one who taught me love, and showed me that it's the little things that matter. I must concede that such innocence is alluring, especially in such a perverse world as this.

Rant

Here's your once in a lifetime chance to hear me bitch, so listen good.

Sean Png Zhong Ting's an arrogant, stuck-up (insert explitive here). What the heck is wrong with him seriously? So okay, Hon Boon made a mistake, but must you diss him that badly?! Must you criticise him just because he's not as good as you? It's a TEAM GAME you bloody idiot! When Jonathan makes a mistake, do you see Beale dissing him? No, Beale encourages him, and that's how you build TEAM SPIRIT.

I've had it with your over-competetiveness and pride already. Let's see how long the floorball team tolerates your oh-so-wonderful attitude. And trust me, I will take up your challenge and take you down. You want to push me, so be it. You've just begged me to humiliate you and totally make you wish you were never born.

Let's see you die come NAPFA. You think you're really fast? Let's see who gets the faster timing for our shuttle runs and 2.4km. If I can beat Han Wee's timing for shuttle run, you're a piece of cake. Let's face it, you can't sprint. So that's the first revelation that you're not freaking perfect. Can you beat my 8.5 seconds when I'm sick? I highly doubt it. Do you have a sub-8 minute personal best for 2.4km? I doubt it too. So just shut up already. You want to make me repeat that, then I will. I'll train my June holidays away just to shove it in your face.

Your attitude sucks big time, and don't think that just because Beale and all don't say anything that it's fine and they adore you. Face it, Lee Tat, Keng Sheng and I have had enough of you turning us against each other, and your sucking up to people better than you and insulting those you don't deem good.

You just wait... I'll destroy you.

Tags and Such

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of his/her perfect lover.
2. Mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this "game" and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the SECOND time, there's no need to go this again.
5. The most important thing: HAVE FUN DOING IT!

Why I do such stupid things, I have no idea. Blame Chermaine. So here goes.

Gender: Female (I'm straight, believe it.)

8 Points:
1) Love God (standard you might say, but there's more to it...)
2) Smile (smiling is good, really. It just brightens my day. Perhaps it's the influence of someone...)
3) Preferably do sports. (Well, keeping fit is good.)
4) Must get along with people I hang out with. (Just be comfortable among my friends, and not hog me all the time. I need my space too.)
5) Don't be stupid. (Don't have to be a genius, but have a semblance of intellect yeah?)
6) Have loads of time to listen to me rant, especially when I get exceptionally pissed.
7) Have a sense of humour. (Don't be boring.)
8) Wants the best from me, but not perfection. (Best for me works well too!)

8 People:
Just do it if you want to.

Bored-um

Quizzles off Twin's blog. I'm definitely bored.

the friend who lives nearest to you-
` my turtle.

the friend you've known longest-
` tim.

the friend who was your enemy before-
` how quaint, i shall not say. haha.

the friend you usually go shopping with
` bronson. (grounded for the Os mean i haven't gone shopping in ages.)

the friend you usually tell your problems to
` sis.

the friend you usually meet for meals
` sis, cherm.

the friend you last met
` beale, in school.

the friend you last talked to
` cherm, on msn now.

the friend you last talked to on the phone
` cherm. (this is starting to look wrong.)

the friend you hugged
` dawn. (mother's day hug. X:)

the friend you last went out with
` mark.

the friend you last cried with
` i haven't cried in ages. i think it should be with sis.

the friend you last said sorry to
` sis.

the friend you are thinking of right now
` -grins.

the friend you can't wait to see
` -grins.

the friend whose presence you dearly miss
` -grins.


Spell your name without vowels:
sc (?!?!?)

How many pairs of jeans do you own?
5 or 6.

What color do you wear most?:
blue/black/white.

Least favorite color?:
don't have one i think.

Last song heard?
lifesong, casting crowns.

What's for dinner tonite?:
rice and stuff.

Are you happy with your life right now?:
can i say no for a really stupid reason? haha.

Tell me a secret about one of your
siblings:
he's ermm, small, and tiny, and really small, and NOT cute. (:

Anyone ever said you resemble a
celebrity?
yeah. ashton!

Who did you last call on your cell phone?:
kenneth.

In what state or country do you want to go
to school after highschool?:
no idea.

How do you make money?
ask.

Last thing you bought over 50 dollars?:
sandman comics / someone's birthday stuff.

How's the weather?:
windy.

When do you start Summer Break?:
in a few days.

Are you missing someone right now?:
-grins.

One word to describe you:
hot&sexy (bronson's phone X:) haha, nah. intellectual.

Favorite pair of shoes:
high heels? right. nike dunks i suppose.

Do you own big sunglasses?:
no.

What would you rather be doing right
now?:
scand- i mean daydreaming. yeah.

What are you doing right now?:
chatting, listening to music, neglecting bio report, doing this.

Last IM you recieved?:
cherm.

Last message you recieved?:
something about running out of smses and talking to me online.

Who did you hug today?
my turtle.

What are you going to do now?
continue doing what i was doing? lol.


Don't you think cheese is the most
awesome word ever?
ermm, no. isaac is.

Why does your life suck?
it does? it doesn't have a mouth.

Another reason?
it doesn't because i say so.

Don't you just love it when your friends
give you hugs?
from special people only, then yeah.

If you were about to die, what would your
last words be?
(insert name here.) after all, i typed it 24 times in a message.

Why do moms like to vacuum right when
you are watching TV?
to annoy me? -shrugs.

So what did you eat today?
rice, bread. i skipped lunch. X:

Was it good?
i suppose...

Have you ever eaten a buggy?
no. then i'd ruin the food chain, and a spider might die of hunger. so no.

So how do you like them books?
welcome to my library of dreams.

Best time of the day to take these stupid
quizzes?
when i'm bored.

Anyway... what's up?
up is 2/3 of a fizzy drink.

What color do you like lamps to be?
orange!

Love and all that Crap

Who do you like right now?
-grins.

Who do you like?
-grins. err, i don't know. smiley people since i'm grinning?

Just tell us already!
okay... i like you. yeah you. -points.

Why is love such a waste of time?
more often than not, it's unrequited, and we find it hard to let go, and we get hurt.

Doesn't breaking up just suck?
err, no.

Longest conversation you've had with your
honeybun:
aren't those for eating?

When was the last time your parents gave
you the "sex talk"?
HAHAHA. i skipped the school one to go watch netball. eeps. oh nevermind.

Did it end up like everyone screaming
and knives being thrown?
ermm, no?

Why don't most parents get along with
their kids' boy./gitl friends?
how'd i know? ask them.

So come on.. You gonna tell me who
you like NOW?
yeaps. you. be happy.

Ever had a dream about dating one of
your friends?
i guess. dating means going out with. don't think so much. i date bronson.

Ever thought that you might not be
straight?
-grins.

Ever rejected someone?
i feel mean, but yeah.

Why? Were they pretty enough for you?
...looks aren't everything. more often than not, the person's too perfect for us.

Don't you just hate it when your
boy/girlfriend dumps you for someone else?
how'd i know?

Who was your crush in 5th grade?
ermm, what's fifth grade? pri sch? i'm very young and innocent okay!

Did they ever like you back?
i think so.

A BUNCH OF FAMILY CRAP QUESTIONS

How often does your mommy get mad at
you?
random timings, so i have no idea.

Who ends up slamming the door, and
who ends up
crying?
i don't slam doors.

Why do dads always seem to be the nice
guy?
what nonsense.

Last time you and your parents got
along?
at present.

Last time your parents talked to you
about drugs and smoking?
never, though i'm addictive, like they are.

Favorite thing to do with your family?
play games/cards.

Don't you just love grandparents?
i guess.

Does anyone in your family actually get
along?
yeah.

Who in your family has the worst
relationship?
what worst relationship? it takes two, so it can't be a 'who'. this question is bad.

If your parents found out you have a
friendster, would they be really pissed?
err, i don't. and i don't think so.

Do you still get grounded?- How often?
nope. never been, never will.

Ever get jealous of your cousins and how
much better their family is?
bloody boats on the bahamas!! haha.

Ever hear the story of how you were
conceived?
yeah, i brought smiles to everyone's faces and i was much loved.

Lifeforce

And so the bonds forged long ago in battles where we fought side by side still exist, and despite the distance, the time, and what has come between us, I still find myself unable to change how I feel about you.

I have no idea why I feel so strongly about you, or this friendship. It just comes naturally - to care and to love. It defies all logic and sense; it's unpredictable. But yet as you slip away, I find myself getting lost and confused, not knowing what the next turn has in store for me, only hoping that one day you'll be back by my side, fighting alongside me again, and finding solace in the knowledge that perhaps there is hope for a brighter and better day...

Yet at present, my lifeforce seems to be sapping, draining away, and there's nothing I can do about. Why is it that our lifeforces always seem to intertwine with another's? Why is it that the more I try to break away, it only results in the stark realisation that one cannot escape the fact that there is always the Other in our life. Our lives cannot exist as singularities, and we come to discover that we are dependent on Others - when they are present, we share our love, our needs, and in return we gain support and encouragement; we experience a sense of joy knowing that we'll walk through life with someone by our side, and when they are absent, we find solace in the solitude, and comfort in the fact that we are along, and we have time to ourselves. The lack of the Other is in fact, another form of its manifestation, if you look at it from a different perspective.

Here's to the goodbyes, the "I care about yous", the wake up calls, the "how are yous" and "are you alrights", the "goodnights" and "go to bed nows", but most of all, for showing me love, and teaching me how it is to love - requited; for showing me that it is possible to love and care, without fearing that anyone might betray you. Thank you for all you've done, for all the lessons learnt - in joy and in sorrow, just to know that you were by my side fighting my battles with me made me persevere and press on.

Here's to absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists...

Floorball

Yay. Just came back from Far East. Got my stick already. It's nice neon orange. How fun. I'm too lazy to do a photo-blogpost of sorts, so yeah.

Training tomorrow. Hmmm. Marc said I'm getting tan. I attribute it to floorball trainings and basketball with the juniors. They're a nice lot. Played with Han Wee today, and I won, surprisingly. Getting some semblance of form back. That's good.

Let's see. There's the Dance Concert tomorrow, and I'm going out before that. Then there's a soccer match on Saturday. 8.20am. I need my beauty sleep so... nah, I won't complete the sentence. It's something Sis said. Haha.

Off to play more floorball. I hope I don't break anything in the house...

World Domination

Finally, a proper lesson during the elective weeks. We played Risk today! From 7.45am to 11am. Alliances are fun. I usually take over an American continent and work my way eastwards.

The group game was alright. Shara, Bernice, Rachel, Zi Hui and I were really bored. So eventually we just attacked for fun and lost alot of our troops. The alliance between Zi Hui and I paid off and we won. Haha.

Then I went over to play with Mr Ng, Raghav, Kerry, Leonard and I can't remember who. But anyway, it ended with Kerry and I taking over the world. I got Europe, South America, Africa, and parts of Asia. Apparently Mr Ng refused to die. We cornered him in Australia, but no, it took 6 turns for us to finish him off. Oh well...

We should play Risk more often. Hopefully we get to play tomorrow... It's more fun compared to listening to teachers teach concepts of Liberalism and Realism and the difference between Hard and Soft Power.

Oh, and Barcelona beat Arsenal. Is that good?

Reply

In response to a recent email:

I'll try. No promises (I was never really all that good at keeping them), but I'll try.

It's just the little things in life like this that get me through.

Of Life and Consciousness

Is it possible to distinguish the physiological from the soul? What happens when you die? What is death - does it transcend life? Questions that need answers.

Where do we draw the line between life and death? We know everything is not as clear as it seems. What if someone is brain-dead? Is the person dead? Does living equate existence? Just because we live, does it mean we exist? We are constantly in search of the proof we need to know we are alive. We love, we care, we cry, we moan, we bleed just to know we're alive.

Existence is something more than living, it is the acknowledgement of living. Take the same basic philosopher's question again: if a tree falls in the woods but no one hears it, does it make a sound? We all know the sound happened, or do we? Existence is about making an impact and a difference; it's about knowing you will be remembered and your presence acknowledged when you move on. And no, it's definitely not being an attention seeking freak so every knows you exist, rather, they'd be wishing you were dead.

Do we believe in the soul - the very spark of life? Can one distinguish it from the lifeforce we possess? Where does the soul go when we die? If life is to body, then consciousness is to the soul. We live, because we know we are living. We know it is true because we experience it, and go through it. We feel the hurts and the joy, thus we are aware of our emotions. Does the lack of life imply a subsequent lack of consciousness? No one knows...

To answer this, one must first pass on. But from thereon, there is no turning back.

Turning

It wasn't a great day at school today. Really. It's nothing to do with anyone or anything that happened, but rather, it's one of those days where something just hits me and it lasts the whole day. In short I think it's time to move on again.

I live my life looking for new challenges, new heights to scale, and once I've surpassed that, I look for something new. It's the acknowledgement that life is transient and what we have and possess is fleeting.

There's only so much you can push the boundaries and break the stereotypes formed of people. There's only so far you can go with a person, then when all's been said and done, we move on. But thinking about it, it's been far too short. The challenges just came and past, and (perhaps) it's over.

But if that's it, then I'm losing the beauty of living each day and loving it, knowing it's a new day with new experiences, and to embrace the joy it brings. I'll be losing out on living life to the fullest, and enjoying the company of those around me. It's true; I'm losing trust and faith in relationships, which can so evidently be seen in my recent withdrawal from a good many built up over the past few years. There are so very few in the world that affirm you for what you do right, instead of your flaws. There are even fewer who would walk you through the darkest periods of life and ensure you do survive and come out of them a better person.

For so long I've believed in singularity; in the self. Could I be wrong? Am I now forced to accept that there is space for the Other(s) in my life? When I'm close to giving up, you just prove me wrong time and again.

I need a break from all this thinking. Strangely enough I've just thought of another post, but that'll wait till later.

Truth

What is Truth?

Take KI to find out. ~Marcus Tan


*****

I'll do a proper post when I'm not pissed that Chelsea fielded a rubbish side against Newcastle to lose 1-0. No Crespo or Drogba?! Lassana Diarra?! Lenny Pidgeley?! Why are they letting sides into Europe so easily?! Okay, I will stop the repetitive '?!' already. The Arsenal game was so much more enthralling: Tribute to Highbury. It was their fortress after all.

Hypocrisy

I've been wandering around cyberspace again, and I was quite amused by a certain commonality I observed, so I've decided to post my thoughts on it. How many times do we drop by someone's (friend or stranger) blog and see under the "to blow up with C4, mutilate, obliterate, boil in oil" (or more commonly known as a hate/dislike) list: hypocrites. It does make one wonder, what the heck are they, to be hated so strongly, and why.

According to the teenybopper dictionary, it refers to one who says something but does not do it (a stronger form of lying; usually associated with relational aspects of life). A common synonym would be backstabber, or in some cases betrayer.

Now, so a person who lies about one's motives and identity is a hypocrite. But really, has anyone considered that this definition and perception of what a hypocrite is is too shallow?

hy·poc·ri·sy (h-pkr-s)
n. pl. hy·poc·ri·sies

1. The practice of professing beliefs, feelings, or virtues that one does not hold or possess; falseness.
2. An act or instance of such falseness.

Okay, so this is slightly better defined. So as long as one professes to have a value or belief that he actually has, he is not hypocritical. Simple as that, so why the fuss?

The controversy stems from the fact that we are not flat characters (save a couple of people). We are three-dimensional (or at times multi-dimensional, for higher-order beings like myself) - we have the power to do good and evil. No single entity can exist as a singularity, but rather, as a pastiche of interwoven polaric vices. To hell with Hobbes and Rosseau; Man is neither innately good or selfish - he is both. There is a fine balance between the capacity to do good or evil within the soul, it is just which is suppressed more (by societal standards, religion, beliefs, etc...).

In actuality, it boils down again to identity. How much do we know about our self? If we have the capacity to love, we have an equally fearful capacity to hate and scorn. If we have the capacity to give life, we have a capacity to take it away. It is rather paradoxical in nature. We are not clearly and definitely good or evil. If we can say or feel something, we are most capable of feeling its antithesis.

We are all liars, but in the midst of our lies, there is truth. The seven stages of life brought up by Jaques in his solliloquy holds true. We take on different roles in life as we grow, but ultimately, we are actors in a play: life. We mask and hide behind paper faces in parades, and we subtly believe that is who we are. But is it?

Hypocrisy stems from the lack of consciousness and understanding of the self. It is a question that deals not with our facades and appearances, but our innate capacity to please or disappoint. And we all do know, that it is impossible to please everyone at the same time...

Random Reciprocation

This is in response to someone's post. The person shall remain anonymous. You know who you are though.

Let's see...where to begin? Ah yes, Infused '05. Same camp group, and we kind of hit it off quite well. I guess I only started talking to you on the bus ride back, about the GEP and all, since you were leaving it for greener pastures (or so we believe). Well, then came the random smses and late night calls. And of course, we have the get-rich-quick scheme, and I've made quite a bit up to date: $4 and dinner. Not bad. But well, it works, and I don't suppose I'll get more out of it. I think I'm going to be a contributor really soon.

Oh, and did I mention I like the presents? Stars and the err, Jigglypuff lookalike thing. It's really cute! It bounces too! And you know what? You were one of the few who managed to give me my present on time too. So that's a good thing! Wait, you gave it to me early. Does that count? Hmmm...

And yes, the recent scandals have been really entertaining. Our signing offs from MSN, the goodnight messages, posting silly posts like this... they are quite amusing. Really. And besides, you can't deny you love me, as much as you try to! (Sis is going to kill me. Haha.) Twin claims you're scandalous too! So there. Thou art scandalous.

Right. That's all dearie. Happy?