people, people, me.

gays are nice ppl. i love making frens with gays

haaa.. cos they dun pose a threat.. no complications of emotional involvement.


true.
some people read me better than i can read myself.

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one thing i hate about friendster:

hey there.. ya open minded? intro?

i mean puh-lease.. get a life. what do you know about me from one mere picture.

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busy this semester may be, i've grew quite a lot (or perhaps it's too early to conclude):

one very engaging speaker. wow.

one highly articulated girl. double wow.

one who seems to scrutinise what i wear and (almost) never fail to come up to me to discuss my clothes every week. (harmless but still.. perhaps this is the highest form of flattery. shrugs.)

one irritating classmate whom everyone hates but tutors love. burn and die, go to hee-al.

one biased teacher. blind blind blind.

one girl pal in the making. thanks.

that's a lot to digest in a semester.

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something about me is changing and i can't really put a finger to it.

when i set up my friendster account in oct 2003, i wrote in my profile:
"abhor any form of injustice and cruelty(esp if directed towards me.. serious!)."

i remember being extremely agitated if someone treats me less than i deserve. nowadays, i can't seems to get angry for long (if at all) and 's been accepting my lot.

either i've grown, or i've outgrown this world.

accepting your lot. hmm..

let's be 13 years old once more.


(edit: perhaps it's not accepting your lot, but suppression of feelings. IT IS suppression of feeling and i just release it. feeling a lil' better.)