"The painter considered for a few moments. 'He likes me,' he answered, after a pause; 'I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said. As a rule, he is charming to me, and we sit in the studio and talk of a thousand things. Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer day' "
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Oscar Wilde
The Penguin Classics collection.
Anyway WOOHOO I'm still sick. I know, I know, I should quit whining right? OK fine, Ho. Haha. I met Mr HOSEF (omg omg) today. Yea bitches. Well he told us what we should do in the future - in my case, nothing, since I'm not particularly interested in storing new things in my overused/underused (whichever you deem fit) brain. My brain cells getting lonely yknoww, need more friends.
All my friends seem bit upset about their grades :( okay same here. (HAHA except for someone who texted me his GP grade straight away - rolls eyes but congrats ok. Impressive la not being sarcastic) Anyway just wish you guys all the best for the real thang cos that's what really matters yes? All this motivational shit. Ok lah don't read my blog anymore lah.
Yikes shit what else was I going to say ah?
Oh Ong's friend says she saw me at the Econs place and I looked guniang HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their own peril. Okay?
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