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Wednesday, October 18, 2006 6:48 pm

Argh...

>>Marcus says that I should socialize with the people in my HDB block more often; visit other friendster accounts to make more friends.**
>>Wen Xiong comments that I am a pudgy ass. --I can't help but not shake off the baby fats ok? And it's in my genes to be short so there's really nothing I can do about it.
>>Xue Ian is trying to be "sociable" and talking to everyone. Eh. Please la. I don't mind you talking to others (Bragging about your ex, money whatsnot), but get a sense of style of your own. Quit mimicing others.
>>Julian keeps asking me to go shop for the Nike Messanger bag or that Crumpler. I will. I swear I will. If I have the dough.
>>I now need to go back during the holidays to make up for the sessions of ODAC that I had pon. Urgh. What the hell.

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Now. If you had actually noticed, there are ** at the statement in which Marcus had made. I am paying some tribute to this poser cause I have a feeling that he may not be in the same class as me next year. NO. I am not gay for the last time.
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Allow me to do a little ranting.
I did try to heed Marcus' advice and well, ya, "socialize". Gee, I am sounding like some social escort or something. >.<
Anyway, let me name this person A. Never mind if A is a girl or a guy. Come on, does it really matter?
Ok. Let's say A is a girl. Cause I am sick and tired of people making stupid comments that "Hey, you call this guy good-looking, you gay argh?"
KNNBCCB.
Get a life you asses.
Ok. A's a girl. =.=
Actually, it's only of the late that I realized that there are many many many many As' in my block and very very very little males here.
Ya. *Rolls eyes*
Anyway, I had been wanting to strike up a conversation with any of my neighbours in my block. Be it that proud dude from Anglican who's dad is..Never mind.
Or that Dunman girl who was struggling with the packs and packs of junk food and nearly collided into me when I was in the lift.
Or that primary school kid who looked at me as though my face was like a Paddle Pop ice cream or something.
In conclusion and summary, I am trying to be more "friendly" and less emo.
Emo is kinda phase (pronounce with an italian accent) anyway.
OK.
Back to A.
A is the more sociable type. Ya A is.
Cause, while the rest are either busy reading their textbooks or "sleepingwalking" to their parents car, A was like "ok. You wanna talk? I'm fine."
I wonder if this world is that corny.
Cause almost everyday, A is like taking the lift after me.
I tried you know, to take the next lift.
But I forgot that there were 2 lifts in my block.
What the.
In the end, I had to rush for the 100 bus that came in pairs.
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So, ya, I decided," What the hell. If can meet then meet; cannot then cannot"
So. That was it. And so, the days past and A continued to take the later lift.
Grr.
So today, (as there's no school tml), I decided to go to Geylang Bahru *yes again* to buy myself some decent lunch. I sound like a glutton.
Then, as I alighted from 100, waiting for 26, Bus 21 came.
Ta dah!
A alighted.
I didn't notice at that time cause I was adjusting my attire.
Then A stared, and walked towards the traffic junction.
Then I turned.
My jaw dropped.
Suddenly, "Sexyback" by Justin Timberlake didn't sound so nice anymore.
Grr!
Argh!
I kicked against the seats of the bus-stop.
The aunty behind me though I was about to enter a fit or something and walked away.
Then. I just stared at A lor.
Just stare.
Then A turned.
Don't know why.
Just for a glance? Then walked away.
My hand was already up. But A's head was facing the wrong direction.
Ah!!
Can't you walk a teesty slower A..
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I don't know when's the next time I will get to see A.
I really need to talk to someone.
Not my parents or something.
Not my friends cause most of them are either busy posing or bragging or mugging (24/7)
I need to make friends in my block.
No..Not gf.
Not so fast.Slower..
I'm dreaming too much liao. Haha.
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P.S; Thanks dena!
What about you? I hope that you have done well. XD. If unfortunately not, sorry about it. Cheer up k? You need help just ring me jiu hao le. Haha.. No..My a'math not so pro.. =p

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