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Thursday, December 28, 2006
It's a small world after all


First of all

FUCK YEAH WE CAN LIVE LIKE THIS.

I'm on automatic high, and it's not even drugs, alcohol or rock and roll. We all know what this means. :) Fuck yeah, I got 7 A's for my PMR. Fuck you, bitches I made it and you didn't. I'm rubbing salt into stale wounds. Payback for 3 years back is sweet. The only way to counter ignorance is EXCELLENCE.

Excellence it is.

Enough of my inflated ego now. I still have SPM, it's more important. But hey, for now three cheers for sweet revenge. I'm milking it for all it's worth.

So mum and dad went WHOOP, went to Amcorp Mall for lunch. Picked up Inessa at 2.30 and headed off to OU to catch a movie (because she claims I promised). Oh-kay. Walked around and BAM! I noticed a girl who looked like Shengy. Turns out it is her. With Sammie. And Sue Vern and some girl who introduced herself to me as Lynn. (Or is it Lyn? Lynne? Lin? Nevermind)
Then we walked around again. 4.20pm, Night at the Museum starring Ben Stiller. Maddox approves.

Sitting there eating our smuggled McDonald's, I heard someone enter the cinema and exclaim "Oh My God!" in a really loud voice. Sounded like Sammie. I threw a french fry missile but it didn't reach its target. :( Turns out it is her. Heheh. Small world. Then I noticed Naren. Ines goes to the same math tuition as him. We started arguing who's Maths tuition he went to, mine or hers. In the end it dawned on us that nobody cares. Then she noticed Michael, the guy I remembered telling me he was Vinisha's ex-boyfriend, our classmate. Apparently, he's her ex-schoolmate.

SMALL WORLD.

Conclusion: Night at the Museum rocks. It gets irritating towards the middle, but everything is funny at the end. :D

Sent Ines, Sammie and Sue Vern home. Dinner at Food Foundry. Now here I am, on the internet, blogging about my simpleton life, SMS-ing relatives. Basking in my pride. Inflating my already inflated ego. Surfing on Amazon.com searching for something that I could ask my dad to buy for me. I'm an opportunist/extortionist.

Life is great. For now. Nothing ever stays the same. I still have to work for what I want. Don't ever back down for less.

P/S: Oh hay, turns out my dad dismissed an opportunity to meet *gasp* RAIN! WHO KNEW?! FUCK!!!!!!!! I WANT TO MEET RAIN TOO. Currently begging him to call around for free tickets. IDC what you suckers think, I CAN MEET RAIN. I will be 99995256554213265652 times cooler than you. :) You don't like him so what. Rain man! RAIN!!






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