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Crud. Next Thursday is Critique already. I'm feeling its gonna be like hell for me because I'm like the more inactive one in the group. Make me most inactive.

I'm so gonna screw up. Like I always do. With a smile. Giggling myself stupid, I would, and then feel worse and worse and I'd eventually ..... ..... not sink into depression, but forget.

I'll make amendments. Next week, no more play time. No more sleeping on sofas. NO MORE!

On a happier note, today's my brother's 12th birthday. YAY.

On a neutral note, the udon I cooked sucks. Not enough black-pepper sauce. Screw it.

Oh my goodness, I have so many things on my 'Wants' list right now. I've always had this thing of trying not to have 'wants', plus in this economic climate? It's almost suicidal. I'm EATING myself broke.

Yes. EATING MYSELF BROKE.

I'm spending all my money on food. ): I'm such a pig recently. My appetite has more than doubled, I assure you. Watch me eat. Must be the O-Level-Mugging's-Missed-Meals out for revenge. I'm eating back all the meals that I skipped.

Amazing how I didn't develop anything nasty like gastric or whatever vile health problems. (Thank heavens no.)

I'm worried about my health. Occasionally. The threat is very real. No matter how I brush it off, my Dad's warnings scare me into eating some vegetables. I think it won't help. It won't help everyone. So might as well eat well and enjoy life now.

But hey. I'm in the hot pink of health! Haha.

I just remembered suddenly I have tonnes to blog about.

I'm going to get my gloves and handwraps tomorrow. Yay.

Shall I settle on pink? I'm not that much of a pink person, but it'll look cool! I mean, a person fighting with pink stuff? It's hilarious! I won't take that person seriously!

Unless that person is like Sean. If people like Richson or random people like QW, especially QW (I don't know why I think of him now while typing this) are using pink gloves, it'll be damn hilarious, I'd be laughing until I have real bad stitches like the one I had while running 7 rounds around the stadium doing stuff like push-ups along the way.

I'm having this color dilema now.

I'm talking to myself!

Me: Should I get white? I'm more of a white person you know!

Me: But white dirties easily! How can you wash them? You can't! 80 bucks man!
): 80 bucks! You're not rich you know!

Me: Pink? How about pink?

Me: Oh my god. Pink? People never even remotely associate you with PINK
before, oh my goodness.

Me: THEN WHAT THE HELL TO GET?

Me: I don't know.

Me: Psh!

Me: How about mixed colours?

Me: Okay.

Me: What mixed then? Black-pink, black-white, black-blah...

Me: I don't know. Decide tomorrow!

So, yes, I know that was some pretty useless conversation that resulted in nothing. That is me debating with myself. I never did that before, until I joined Architecture.

In conclusion, after experiencing and seeing the DARCH course. I conclude that:

Architecture is a crazy course for crazy people.

Here's a little something to prevent anything from escalating.

If you're mad at me or anything. Feel free to come talk to me. We can chat over a nice cup of Jasmine Green Tea.

But first, I will need your name, contact details, and you will need to book an appointment with me. It is because I am too busy meeting with lots of other people who love me more than you do, but, I will go in order anyway, to be fair. Since you're the only one who hates me, I will try give you a priority. :D

Okay? Set? Give me the details on tagboard/ MSN me.

And please don't call my friends 'motha fuckers'. I don't think anything called 'motha fuckers' exist anyway.

By the way, I do have an asshole. I believe any normal human being (homo sapiens) have one. Heck, even animals have one. Unless you are deprieved of it, then I apologize again.

Like I said, random insults do not hurt me. Please try to keep my friends out of it. If you're here to get me, then get me! Don't go around making more enemies just because you hate me okay?

Addison said that architects are sick (except me!). I won't blame him, because of what happened. Haha.

Addison will be coming to SP tommorrow. Shall we roll out the red carpets for His Majesty's grand arrival from Clementi? :D

I said I'd pay no heed to 'Spammer', whoever that is. But here's what I'm thinking.

I have to thank 'Spammer' for showing me which friends will stand up for me when I need them. In this case, Vin and Addison stood up for me, and I thank them for that. They showed me what true friends are willing to do for me, and I'm truely grateful and appreciate their actions. For that, I love you guys. (Please don't think I'm too mushy okay?) :D

I respect that 'Spammer' needs a space to rant, like any normal human being does, but 'Spammer' is doing it the wrong way. 'Spammer' might also be mentally unbalanced. So I will just leave it be. (Mentally unbalanced people have problems thinking in a logical and reasonable manner.)

Firstly, when you dislike someone to the point of 'hate', I don't think it's still that bad. I mean, taking time up to look up my blog, type the long url I have, and taking time to insult me, and then come back another day? It shows that you still care, because you still take the effort to show that you hate someone. It beats total indifference any day.

Secondly, when you tag, is it that you have no name? I mean, you do have a name. Show it please. Unless your name is really what you put there. If it is, then I apologize. Don't be shy. I can put my name big-big up for all to see. If you know my chinese name, then you should know me in reality, not just in the virtual world. So yes, tell me who you are. When you hate someone enough to show it, why not your name as well?

Unless, are you afraid of me? Or afraid of something else that intimidates you? (Duh.)

Thirdly, the way you insult speaks volumes about you. So please kindly try to insult in a more mature and logical manner. I mean, how can you insult people properly when other people are laughing at your weak, feeble and nonsensical manner of speech? See? Here's a tip, try to insult properly. Else you'd be laughed and ridiculed upon, speech not even taken into consideration. Random insults won't hurt me.

Above are what I think. I posted it because:

1. This is my blog, and yes, I can write whatever I want. I set my own limitations on what to say and what not to say.

2. This is a place where I record my thoughts and stuff. So I won't give a damn who thinks what. I can keep myself in check. I've never had problems here.

3. I am not insulting anybody. Why? No names mentioned. No specific target. It is for a general audience, and rated PG.

4. I don't think random people will actually take time out to read my posts.

Mweh. I want luncheon. ):

I wish there are longer hours in a day, and longer endurance without sleep. There's so many things to do, and I don't have enough time sometimes.

Take for example today, when I'm supposed to work, do my project (I feel uber guilty for neglecting it, but I'll try my best.), get my gloves today, and to visit my grandmother in the hospital.

I want to get a life, and be like a normal teen. Like you know, not working (I don't work for fun, I work because I must. I don't work for the experience, because I've been experiencing it for some years now.), slacking, being able to hang out more. My life is so full that I can hardly cram anything else inside. (Forcibly cramming is not good, it will drive me mad. Hee.)

But with the current situation now, which is not exactly very fantastic, I need to work whenever I can. I don't like it, but I suppose that's the way it has to be.

Haha. It seems like this post is all about me, but I need a space to rant, but not actually forcing people to read it. :D So here it is.

Until recently, I can't believe my life can be described as 'busy'. Apparently, as slack as I am, I still have not been getting enough sleep. Now that, for a pig like me, is a serious serious problem. Like I'm not kidding with you.

I've been eating thrice as much recently, perhaps it is because of my newfound activities and pasttimes. I've been using up alot of energy, no?

But still, I do still feel like I am busy doing nothing.

I'm excited about new things, like I usually do. But with new things come greater responsiblity, and I am now trying hard to maintain and keep life the way it was before. Let's take MuayThai for example.

As much as I love and enthuse about it now, it won't stay the same for long. Usually such enthusiasm last for 6-12 months, before it is re-ignited again sometime later, only to be thwarted again. (Yes, that was Chinese Dance. I feel scammed, but that's the way it was. The hierarchy. Or whatever. It is dirty politics. I won't say I am not laughing at its apparent downfall. I believe karma has finally gotten to it. I rejoice, and I am not ashamed of saying so.)

However, if I really seriously love something, that thing will stay the same forever. It won't be a clean, prestigious memory of mine though, some faggot will always spoil it for me at the end. Teachers/ principals will like to spoil it at the last moment, for some seemingly small, useless detail that they usually would overlook for most of the time, but only to leash it out at the final moment on me.

I am missing the past familiarity of my past, but yet I welcome the future with wide open arms. That's the way it has to be, I have to keep moving on, as tough as the going gets.

I want to sleep rah. I like sleeping in class outside on the lovely sofas. Die.

Today was just like a day wasted, for me. It was simply because I had nothing to do.

Nothing at all. So imagine me wasting the day away. I felt sad, because I'd never want to waste life away like this.

I should have brought something else to do. But I spent some time napping on the couch. So I guess catching up on a little sleep won't hurt.

I have a hunch tommorrow's gonna be busy. So I'm sleeping early and waking up late tonight. Hopefully my eyebags will be gone. I look hideous. ):

Should I quiz myself on Facebook or sleep or do my 1100 word essay?

On Friday I went to the FOC for Muay Thai and it was fun in a way.

The PT on the second morning was like hell. HELL. I had stitches so bad. Here's what I did. I can't even imagine I did all these. I must have been dreaming.

-RUN
-Push-Ups
-Star-jumps
-Jumping Jacks
-Crutches

Now I'm aching all over.

I RAN, can you believe it? Plus push-ups! My foot kept slipping because I wasn't wearing running shoes, just normal shoes. ):

This is my first real excercise in close to 2 years. I must be unhealthy, not doing any excercising for so long.

The highlight of the camp was learning basic Muay Thai techniques. We learnt the proper stance, how to stand properly, how to kick, how to punch. It was damned fun! Sean and Richson helped me to hold the pads while I kicked them. (The pads, not the people.)

Richson kept thinking I would kick him, or that I would kick the pads so hard that he would get knocked-back. Hee. Am I that scary? -.- My kicks are like no strength compared to other people. (I heard a girl learning Muay Thai broke her boyfriend's shin or knee or blah. Leg area. Can't remember. That's what you call scary.)

There's still alot more, but I'm too lazy to continue. So my entry shall stop abruptly here. Enjoy.

Photoshop is like really evil. Nobody knows how to use it, so far, in my group. ): So, I'm staying back with Yeeyee and QH to settle their photoshop assignment. Which is to photoshop Old School.

Faggot, I'm hungry. ):

I'm like uber pissed today. Firstly, after @#(@*#)( years of not playing pool, I have to self-pawn by knocking my hand against the pool table. It bled ): Minor cut, nothing at all. Hurts to watch though.

QH is my angel! She gave me 2 plasters. She insisted on me putting anti-septic cream on the wound, which I resisted. So she put it on the plaster instead I think. Haha. She's like a mini-pharmacy, come to think of it. She has anti-septic cream! Oh my goodness. I think only 1 in 100 people carry that around. And most of the people should be medics.

I left early with her, because she was feeling unwell and I felt sleepy. I almost fell alsleep standing in the MRT. She was coughing alot. ):

Lotsa people are sick/ are falling sick. I hope they'll get well soon. Drink more water people! :D

Meeting QL like finally, tomorrow. Getting stuff and getting ready for the camp. It's like everyone's going! From Yeeyee, Sean, Geraldine, Richson (oh boy I'd never want to kick someone's butt badly so bad before), and Xuxu. QH might be going, she's not confirmed yet, she's sick, and have medical reasons, like Yeeyee.

That dumb Richson better be careful. -.- Everytime see me want to Muay Thai me. WAIT AND SEE!

I need to go shopping. I want to eat Ikea's hotdogs. I need to see QL and I want to see Addison.

Addison complained that I never blogged for 2 days, when it is only around a day and a half. So, to make him happy, I decided to blog a post. (Refer to previous post.)

That guy is not satisfied, so he gave feedback that it was less than 20 words. Bahh. So I shall make this a lengthy post so that whoever who is free and slack enough during lesson time can be somewhat entertained by my seemingly boring tirade of words.

We did Joint Critique today, and even though I swear that the final model's gonna be fun, the moment Poh saw it, he said the same things. Simple and safe.

There goes. Apparently no matter how wild I go I'm still the same! I suppose, it's better than nothing. Strangely, I'd feel ALOT better if I got targeted and if I got asked ALOT of questions. I already have an idea how Critique sessions are like because I was so thoroughly briefed by Daniel before. I walk away, from this first Joint Critique re-capping what I knew, and brought home nothing new.

I want surprises. I want to be challenged. I want to be caught off-guard. I want to be thinking spontaneously. I want to be trained to think quick on my feet.

Hmm, seems like I'm rather demanding.

I want more time, I need more time to spend with my coursemates, friends, family, and myself.

In time, all these 'wants' will be transformed into 'needs'. And in due course, I will get what I want because that's what I need to survive. Probably it will drive me to my grave at a faster rate, no doubt. Who knows I'd collapse under the pressure.

-OMG, I'm getting seriously lengthy. Thus ending abruptly.-

I'm going to Muay Thai camp. Quote Sean, "It'll be fun!" I hope he's damn right about that. Else its more than time, effort and money I'll be losing. :D

I realised that it is bad to name your son SEAN/ SHAUN/ SHAWN.

There really are alot of guys being called SEAN/SHAUN/SHAWN. 3 spellings, 1 pronounciation. Maybe next time it'll progress to SHEAUWN. O:

FUCK PHOTOSHOP.

Above are the angry words muttered by a newb.

Ok, for those who are still thinking.

I've applied for Bowling, Pool and Muay Thai.

After listening to Bowling people, and being interviewed by the Pool people, I went to join Muay Thai.

I didn't know girls can join! Until Xuxu, Geraldine joined. o:

QH, QL and YY was asking me not to join. Apparently Muay Thai is much more unsafe than Aikido, Taekwondo, and the training more hell-ish. Scary, but comforting that people actually care for how my decisions will impact me.

Shaun said something that was really really true. So I went ahead. There are safety protections, and girl's won't spar with the guys. People get injured no matter which martial arts they join. It's only the extent of the training and how careful you are varies the degree of the injury.

Which reminds me, he lent me $50 without saying a word when I said I've got no money to pay for the lessons. If I were to pay next week, it's $70! I don't know how he's going to Ajisen to celebrate Yeeyee's birthday. I didn't go cos I had Japanese lessons later.

Which reminds me again.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YEEYEE.

Not that I think she'll read my blog, but for me to note.

Japanese was a slight bore for me, but still, have to learn.

I've got to keep moving, and just do it.

I'm still rather amused by the reactions when I say my choices for CCA. Apparently I'm more of a should-be Taekwondo kinda-girl. I should record all my conversations, and laugh in the future. (At me, not at the people.)

Isn't it somewhat interesting that Singapore MPs are getting assualted during Meet-the-Peoples Session?

We have death threats to punching and then to pouring kerosene and setting MP on fire, and now this.

I'M SORRY
A YOUTH with low IQ has been arrested by police after flying into a rage at a Meet-the-People Session (MPS), upset at what he felt was his MP's cold-shoulder treatment of his mother's financial plight.
By Ng Tze Yong

07 May 2009
A YOUTH with low IQ has been arrested by police after flying into a rage at a Meet-the-People Session (MPS), upset at what he felt was his MP's cold-shoulder treatment of his mother's financial plight.

The 17-year-old boy hoisted an aluminium foldable chair over his head and slammed it against a glass door seconds after walking out of MP Cynthia Phua's Serangoon North office with his mother.

The boy, who has been released on bail, has been told to report back to the police on 12 May, where he may be charged with committing a rash act.

The offence carries a jail term of up to six months and a fine of up to $2,500.

The youth cannot be named because of impending court proceedings.

This is the third incident in recent months involving MPs and their constituents.

The boy and his mother, 53, are familiar faces to the grassroots volunteers at the MPS.

The unwed mother with Primary 6 education gets by on a $400 monthly salary as a part-time cleaner.

He attended a special school and suffers from thalassemia, a blood disorder that renders him weak and sickly.

The mother said that things went from bad to worse in November 2004 when the boy's father disappeared and stopped paying the $300 monthly maintenance due to her.

As a result, she visited the MPS about once a month for the past few years to request for various kinds of financial aid.

Broke her wrist

January this year saw a crisis unfold in their lives, when the mother broke her wrist after falling off a chair while cleaning a fan. She hasn't worked since.

She said the HDB was then in the middle of repossessing her flat and giving her a rental unit, but she was unable to pay the $138 in rental deposit and stamp duty.

So last Monday, she went to the office at Block 125, Serangoon North Ave 1, where MP Lim Hwee Hua holds her MPS, hoping to have her sign an appeal letter for HDB.

But that day, Mrs Lim, who is also a minister in the Prime Minister's Office, was abroad. Fellow Aljunied GRC MP Cynthia Phua stood in for her.

The mother's request was granted - Madam Phua signed the letter - but mother and son left fuming, claiming that Madam Phua had put them down.

She claimed that shortly after they had entered the office, Madam Phua asked her son a series of questions:

'She asked him, 'Who are you? What are you doing? Why aren't you working?' she claimed.

The mother said she wanted to explain her son's condition, but wasn't given a chance.

'I felt like we were being scolded,' she said.

The meeting ended after two or three minutes, she said.

As they were walking out, the son snapped.

His outburst with the chair - two blows against the glass door, which didn't break - was 'strong enough to get someone killed', said the Serangoon PAP branch secretary, Mr Poon Mun Wai.

As grassroots volunteers scrambled to calm down the teenager, his mother begged a neighbour to whisk him home immediately.

Later that night, the police arrived at their flat and arrested him. He was released on bail at about 1am.

When contacted, Madam Phua contradicted the mother's version of events, saying she felt that their conversation 'went well'.

She said: 'Like any normal case at MPS, I have to try to understand the case first of all...

'I had to ask some pointed questions about his employment status to understand the root cause of the problem, so that I can be more effective in helping them.'

During the one week after the incident, the mother pondered what to do.

She got her son to shave off his shoulder-length orange-dyed hair to get rid of bad luck.

For days, she said, he couldn't find the courage to face himself in the mirror. He also decided to put on hold a long-time dream to audition for Singapore Idol.

Two days ago, she returned to the MPS again alone and clutching a handwritten letter of apology from her son.

'Please fodgive me for what I dad I am sinelely truely I'm sorry (sic),' the teenager had written in big, neat handwriting.

The apology, however, was not acceptable to Mrs Lim, who was back chairing the MPS after returning from abroad.

'I made it very clear to (the mother) that this is unacceptable behaviour. It is not justifiable in any circumstance. There's no excuse to be violent,' Mrs Lim told The New Paper.

She also explained that she was not in a position to excuse or forgive the boy.

'I was not present and the police are investigating into the matter. I believe the police will take into consideration the mitigating factors,' said Mrs Lim.

'From what I understand, Madam Phua was being very motherly and very helpful inside the room with them.'

Mrs Lim's response surprised the mother, who had spoken fondly of her throughout the interview with The New Paper just a day before.

She said: 'I know what my son did was wrong. But how can I not defend him? He is my son, he is not well and he has a problem with his temper.

'I don't want him to go to jail and have his future ruined.'

Source from TNP online.

Hmm. I wonder why. Or maybe I don't.

No matter how low a person's IQ is, even to the point where the person is just plain retarded, I believe they would not attack anybody on the street randomly. In fact, most are rather harmless. So what did the MP do to deserve the 'scare'?

It's even more interesting that it seems to me, from the article, that they are pressing charges against the poor guy.

Don't tell me.

Okay, we go law-by-law. He threatens you by hitting a glass door with a chair, twice. The glass didn't break, I don't even think it'll crack because they'll report it for sure. (Newspapers, everyone likes a big hoo-ha now and then.) And no, I don't think 2 blows from that poor guy would "kill somebody" as stated by the branch secretary. Broken ribs? Maybe. Kill someone? definitely not.

Don't tell me that the MP doesn't know that the boy as low IQ. I'll feel damn sad that our MPs try to help a family without even knowing the family's background well enough first. Isn't that their duty? Isn't that why taxpayers need to pay so much for their salaries?

And after that, they're still pressing charges against the boy?

Sure, I'm not saying that violence to our MPs should be tolerated, but don't you think this is a tad too far? The poor boy doesn't even intend to hurt anyone. He took it out on the door, not the MP.

Given the circumstance and the amount of damage done, isn't it alright to let the boy off? He is, underpriviledged. I would, if I am the MP. A little bit of compassion and understanding would not hurt.

We'll see how it turns out, following the news reports now.

On the other hand, what on earth did the MP do to provoke him? Intriguing.

Temptations are so deadly. I never want to fall trap.

I'm chao ta from Sentosa yesterday, but some are worse. Lol. They look pinkish-red. :x

Sentosa was funnnnnn. Minus a lil sun would be so much better. Like seriously, we need more shade. Played various games, but I like soaking in the dirty sea water more. Seriously it was damn cooling. It was high tide and the waves are like 'OH MY....', so we stayed for not long. The water there was damn deep and cooling.

Towards the end of the day, we buried Luqman in the hole he dug for himself. He dug his own grave, like literally. Benjamin wanted to let Luqman escape himself. So we just pretty much stood around and watched Luqman's GREAT ESCAPE! Haha.

We went for dinner at Vivo's FoodRepublic. Food was okay I guess. Only 5 went to the movie after that. Seriously, movie at 9 when there's school tomorrow? Nah, I need sleep.

While waiting we went up to the highest level to chill, and provide a place for the smokers to smoke. I didn't realise some people detest it so much. (The second-hand smoke) I thought my brother was the only weirdo.

Then someone decided to form a clique, the PCK clique (Phua Chu Kang). The name's hilarious. For me, at least.

I went home after that :D

Class decided to go Sentosa tomorrow since our LC's cancelled. Hmm, at least it's not movies anymore. I originally wanted to work and sleep the whole of Wednesday, but oh well, for the sake of class bonding, I shall give it a go. Hope everything's gonna turn out fabulous tomorrow!

Today was damn tiring. I made this new model in the morning, and I think it's goddamned gorgeous. Seriously, it was the nicest I've made so far! (But it still isn't the best.)

Critique's next Monday, I wonder my skin is thick enough or not. Maybe I need to prepare 2 packs of tissue paper in my bag. No, make that 2 boxes instead.

When I'm nervous, nothing comes out right. I hope for nerves of stainless steel, to brave the rain and shine.

QL messaged me today, and she seemed to be downcast about something. Normally when I read her SMS-es, there's this funny happy mood emanating from it, but she really seemed downcast today. There's no smiley faces in the SMS too. I hope she's fine. I await your updates darling. If you need me, please talk to me. I've always have that extra bit of time to spend with my lao po. :D

P/S: I saw SiHao today. He changed freaking lots man! I couldn't recgonise him even after scanning in his direction for 3, 4 times.

I believe that anything could be what you want it to be. As long as you believe in it and work hard to achieve it.

No one can make you do something that you don't want to, because ultimately, it's your life, and live it the way you want it. They may comment, approve, disapprove. But true friends give you space to bump around and make mistakes. They won't force you and make you succumb to peer pressure.

Let's say they managed to make you succumb under their pressure and you made a decision that was to what they want. What if it backfires? What if things are going downhill instead? You'll have to clear up the mess caused, as bad as it sounds.

Ultimately, you are the one in charge of your life. Enjoy, make yourself happy.

I think of religion as a belief, a belief where everyone is free to explore (with faith). Not to be bounded tightly down by it, somewhat against your will, and do things that you do not enjoy for the sake of religion.
Personally, family comes first in my books, and nothing can ever change that. It was because I saw, I experienced, I learnt, and I know, so I can diss religion at the moment. For me, who needs religion when I've got my family? My strength stems from there, and has its sturdy roots grounded there.

When people get lost, and have no where else to fall back on, I fall back on my family. Others on religions.

I once believed, and I lost faith. Then I heard, I saw, I experienced. I've lost respect, faith and belief for certain things, and damn you if you say I'm gonna go to hell because of that. When you're in too deep, you alter your thinking too much, that you refuse to be open to other ideas. No wonder even the greatest of politicians fear religion, because of such people. They brainwash in the most subtle yet thorough manner. That was what I saw, and this is what I think.

Feel free to throw in more things for me to ponder.

I think I did my models quite badly today. Like no positive comments from the lecturers. I think its sucks real bad, the model, I mean. Like quite fucking badly.

So I think I'm going to re-do my model again. Using more materials also made more problems for me. I think I can survive.

My theme, and keyword for the next model : Fun. (As suggested by Poh. Not the teletubbies.)

I'm so so so so so very extremely happy to know that you people tagged one entire page for my tagboard! Love ya peeps for visiting and tagging.

I think QW wants to die. Seriously I think he does. You know what, I'm looking for a brick to bring to school. So that I can brick him immediately the next time he gets on my nerves. :D And, oh yes, no introducing of pretty girls from my course. Stay away. I saw her first! xD

By the way, who's water closet? I'm not good with nicknames and such! ): Sorry!

Somebody said, a few days ago, that I look emo. I talk emo-ish and what-not. A few months ago, someone else said it too.

Well, if being 'emo' is still the trend now, then I won't mind that much. See, when everybody else is doing it, its safer to assume that I would emo too?

But the thing is, I've always had this 'handicap' of some sort. Not literally.

I cannot emo. Ok, I feel sad and stuff. Surely you can't confuse it with being 'emo', could you? I dislike being labelled 'emo'. It's just not me.

A point to note, people who comment that I look emo doesn't know me well, so I can't blame them for their misconceptions on me. A few others include me putting on makeup, and things like that. I don't even have time for those.

In fact, I'm quite the sloppy person! If I had the luxury of time, and if I'm feeling happy, I'd put on my contact lenses and go out and such. Never makeup. It's a waste of time (at this point of time) and I don't think I would stand to gain much from it.

I'm generally an optimistic person, so if I'm feeling down, you can gently psycho me out of my negative feelings. If not, I'd force and push myself out of the ditch that I had gotten myself into. I'm grateful for the addition for some absolutely wonderful people into my life (so far) of late.

So, I guess I have to thank my lucky stars?

I think both QL and I have the same thoughts. The Spirit of Addison is everywhere in SP. Like seriously.

In both our courses, we saw people who dress like Addison, walk like Addison, and talk like Addison. The only difference is that they don't have a face like Addison. Also, please note that in the previous last 2 sentence, I used the word '"PEOPLE" who ... ... like Addison'.

Oh damn, I've just dedicated an entire post to Addison. ):
Even the title is labelled as 'The Spirit of Addison' like he's already dead or what. :x