Sweet Valley

So I don't deserve my friends. But they love me and I love them.

I guess I really don't have a valid excuse for the irrational behaviour on display just now and I took it out on them and it got all weird and all. So sorry, but do know that I feel damn loved (fuck slap me I can't believe I just said that). I feel like Jessica and Elizabeth fucking Wakefield who were going to Utah!!!!!! ARGH busted! (I used to read Sweet Valley Junior High). I am so sorry so so so sorry I didn't mean to make everyone feel awkward I swear! But anyway we pulled it off.

I believe in karma I guess. But I don't know what I ever did to deserve them.

edit:
damn all these beautiful girls says:
haha i wasnt those that were "so good" but trust me i love you all the same if not more..

Isn't this enough to make someone's day.

I never really believed in horoscopes

Really, the frivolity people have commonly perceived me with has never stemmed from the fact that I believe in horoscopes, star gazing, blah blah blah - whichever way you slice it, it still sounds dumb and irrational. Well, yesterday I read in the papers about how my day was going to be. "Your pockets will not be as deep as you think it is blah blah you will get pissed off today blah blah". Maybe not quite the exact phrasing they printed on the page, but it came true! And today, just for fun, I read again, and it predicts my day like how I predict my day today. So, let's see.

I really am not making much sense, I know.

Once-too-familiar people are appearing in my dreams. I don't know what this means. I don't know whether I conjure up these dreams myself or this is some kind of divine intervention. Or should I say divine reminder. Shit I was gonna go on a verbal diarrhea about how not everything not rational is irrational, but I lost my train of thought.

So anyway a few days ago I dreamt that my mom adopted two angmoh kids into our family such that there are 5 siblings in the house now. Although it's probably I watched Miss Potter before I fell asleep and was taken by the child Beatrix and Bertram.

I hate psychology

There was something in the air that night

I am so sorry to friends and believers - my internet is still pretty much screwed up so I keep getting cut off MSN.

[Timms is trying to duck out of Athletics]
Games teacher: What's your excuse?
Timms: I've got a sick note, sir.
Games teacher: I don't *do* sick notes! Get your clothes off! Did Jesus Christ say, "Please may I be excused the Crucifixion?"
Scripps: Uh, I think he *did* actually, Sir...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

3 days to Singapore. I will need to buy a laptop and I think the techie girl that she is, Berly has volunteered to go shopping with me. Although it is pretty much clear which one she is going to ask me to get.

I just realised that my sister and her fiance are exactly the same type of people... Which only suggests one thing isn't it? Btw if anyone wants anything from Indo you have exactly 2 x 24 hours to make your desires known and accommodated.

History. It's just one fucking thing after another

I must reiterate that I think The History Boys did not receive the worldwide acclaim and adulation they deserve! I know everyone's been through this with me before, but I just got the DVD and I watched it twice already since then. It's so... "lingering". As Posner would say.

Ah anyway after a long long break in Surabaya and Jakarta here I am. Same as ever, maybe more pissed, definitely more cashless. The shopping there is CRAZY. I swear. In one mall there are 80 luxury stores.. One floor just shoes - On Pedder, Linea, the works. I nearly died there. Sure, many things caught our (collective term for my sister and I) fancy, but we were frugal galz so we only spent as necessary. Well I did. I realise that she tries to justify buying a bag for "travel" every half a year. Or something. The last time she got a messenger bag, that was before we went to HK, for "travel". In her words, "big and roomy and loads of compartments!!". This time in Jakarta, it is a small nylong bag, few compartments, really, but it came with a long detachable strap and two thick handles. Guess what she said, "You know, the messenger I bought last year? Too heavy! I'd have to rummage all the time - it's too big. Now this tiny little thing is just perfect for stowing away the bare necessities, you don't think?". Uhm, yes.

OMG I HATE BLOGGER AND THIS COMPUTER HALF MY ENTRY GOT ERASED.

I was saying, to borrow a teenlike jargon, I feel "numb" about the fact that I'm leaving in less than 2 weeks. And no, I don't have the American Dream in mind. I should glitter-ise (or glitter-ize, just to get in the mood) that phrase. Ah.

I miss everyone!