Next week is going to be a loooong week for me.

Sigh. Birthdays. I'm going to spend mine at choir, what a sickening thought. Not exactly what I had in mind, but life decides you give you nonsense like this from time to time.

I shall be embarking on my world tour on Friday. Well, almost a World Tour anyway, all it consists of is going to KL, Batam, KL again and Turkey. How stupid. Not to mention I'll be having to wash my own clothes. By the time I'm done all my clothes shall be a shade lighter.

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The principle wants to see the class at a later date, which of course spells "bad omen" in big grey cloud-shaped letters across a very dark sky.

While the reading from the History dep says that this regards the timetable and to a certain extent the mediocre grades of the class, the general consensus states that an association with the dissolving of the class is a more probable scenario to unfold.

The way I see it, this has many outcomes.

1) Random dropees are deported to other classes, while econ-less people remain.
2) Everyone stays, with warnings. (not likely, with 27 people left)
3) 4 subbers form a new class, with econ-less people sent off to join the CLA class, since it makes sense to hold lit and CLA classes at the same time. Also allows 3 subbers an easier timetable.
4) A split between History and Geog.

Well, either way, it seems only shitty endings are available. I guess that in some weird way, I did like A101, it's sad to see it split up like that. Not this way. We were supposed to be celebrating our 4 As for A levels. Not to mention if the class does split, the number of guys are at least going to be cut down by half ( i.e from 4 to either 2 or 1). Which sucks, no matter how I try to look at it.

Ah well, A101 rocks anyway. Between the bimboticness of the girls, wei kang's antics, silas' gay moves, and the obvious prejudice of ***ians, it's been great, albeit in a strange way despite the rocky start. Like when barnacles cling on to a rock.

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Today was a glimpse back into VS, where I could make dirty jokes without having to watch my mouth. Ironic part is, I wasn't even with VS people. Well maybe I was, but they were like ancient.

To think I'll be spending 2 nights dealing with this shit in KL.

"Ok, Jeff against Jeff."
"(obviously not looking) Jeff CANNOT play with himself."
" Wanna bet?"
" Nooooo I'm eating!"

"Look, they're all black!"
"Ooo, you like them big and black don't you?"
*pukes*

Obviously these are funnier in real life.

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Movies to watch in December

Harry Potter
Chicken Little
Zathura(though it seems to turn lots of people off)
Aeonflux
Saw 2(#1 was pretty good)
Narnia
King Kong(as stupid as it looks)

Damn, that's a lot of money.

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He stood at the jetty, the cool evening sea breeze blowing his hair back. As the sun set, and the sky faded from a warm orange hue to a dark foreboding blue, he felt a part of him sail off into the horizon as well. The happy side of himself that never gave a damn about what went on around, who didn't know what love was, who had a mouth with a mind of its own. That side was going to be gone for a while. With her away from his life, the sun seemed to go down on him too.

A flash of lightning and a crackle of rolling thunder, and the couples sitting together on the beach got up and started heading for shelter. How weak, he thought. He contemplated heading for shelter too, but decided against it. He would rather lightning have struck him right then and there. If he could survive the unrelenting torrents and unmeasurable sadness he suffered because of her, surely a storm would be a walk in the park.

A small drizzle soon materialised into a heavy downpour, and he took a look at himself. Here he was, broken and taking it like a man. Yet, instead of picking himself up, like he had done previously, he was just standing in the rain in a vain attempt to drown his sorrows. Then he started sobbing. No wonder he loved the rain so much. It allowed him to hide his sorrows, an avenue to cry when nobody would be around to chance upon him. Still, he continued to stand there. Wondering how things turned out this way. What had he done wrong? Had he not been transparent enough? Or too much of an open book? Was this the result of repeated battering? Or had he just gotten weaker, that he needed someone to depend on? At least the rain washed away his tears. He wondered if tomorrow would be cloudy or clear.

From behind him a figure approached. She was carrying an umbrella. His heart once again filled with uncertainty and anticipation, but many times more frail than the first. He knew he would break if he failed, but he also knew if the chance presented itself, he would grab onto it and never let go.

He waited, as the wind continued to howl.

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Numa Numa is nice!