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Thursday, March 16, 2006


It's kinda weird writing in a blog. I mean, I'm not one of those people who are totally in touch with their inner emotions. They freak me out. My inner emotions, I mean. Not those people who are in touch with their emotions.

Soreso insisted that I have a blog of their own, because it's not healthy to keep my emotions to myself. So sweet of Soreso. But then again, I think it's because he's sick of me constantly writing the miniscule bits of nonsense in his blog. Well, I didn't ask him to accidentally reveal the password...

I guess having a blog will allow me to observe what a klutz I am, in a more 'conventional' manner. I used to stare at the ceiling every night, thinking about the day's events and laughing at myself with myself. Now, come to think about it, that's totally weird. Thank God, I've got a blog now. I can laugh at it instead. I'm quite sure that'll make me less weird. At least I hope.

Ooh, blogging reminds me of the wonderful days whereby my little cousin kept a diary. It was too irresistable to sneak a peek at those secret-filled (to be honest, it's more like cereal-filled) pages, even though there was always this strange odour that makes it irresistable to barf. I remember the very first entry: 'Dear Diary, Today I eat my friend, Jeremy in recess together. I bought chicken rice. Jeremy bought tuna sand-witch. Jeremy asks me why I always eat chicken. He says that someday, I will become a chicken.' [My apology for the nasty use of english; he was only 6]

I could never ever ever talk to my little cousin with a straight face from then on;)

Am off to think about life now. More later.


keep it SHUT; 12:46 pm


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