Cracking up? *plucks a petal* Cracking up not? *plucks a petal* Cracking up? *plucks last petal...

Cracking up? plucks a petal Cracking up not? plucks a petal Cracking up? *plucks last petal...

Ever felt...

Like you're cracking up?

A period of time whereby you just don't feel like doing anything else but sit down in a spot and think and think and think and ponder about stuffs that probably wouldn't happen at all?

Staying up late at night and watching the same love movies on TV again and again, even though you know the ending having watched it just days earlier?

Indulging in a very bad habit that slowly shreds away whatever remainder of your self-integrity, self-respect and morality?

Felt like letting everything just go in public, just snap infront of people whom you know, and just go practically and literally all bonkers?

I do.

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Squeezing my brain juices....

H owdy everyone... I just removed the hit counters... its been giving me crosses for the past few weeks, I guess I just hafta do without it, so you people.. make some sounds... its kinda depressing looking at 0 comments all over my blog.. haha. Never mind.. think no one got anything to say about my posts. It seems that everytime I'm moody or had nothing to do, then I will reluctantly come here and give inputs. Hmm. Can anyone tell me how do you get over a person whom you like, but can almost never get? Hahaz... My thoughts are killing me (not that I have any suicidal thoughts), but its depressing me out. Went to Esplanade to kill time yesterday... took one photo of the CBD "skyscrapers"... Singapore is so boring you know... not much places to go... Daydreaming and idling all the time infront of this idiot box... I'm going crazy!~ Hahahz... Pathetic Gab, get a life... "I can't deny the way that I'm feeling... It's true." -- Craig Davids

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S orry people... didnt update for the whole WEEK ... heez. Was too tired by the time I reach home in the evening, and spent the whole night sleeping away for most of the week. Anyway, was busy with the F.O.P, everyday woke up at 6.30am, reach school by 8am, and events just start rolling one by one, non-stop. On the first day of F.O.P, I was deployed at the entrance of the Convention centre, ushering the Freshies in. I was appalled by the sheer number of newbies coming in and searching for their classes on the noticeboards. Each of them has the -hope- of coming to poly to have a good time on their faces... Not much trouble ushering the thousand freshies into the Hall, with the exception of several blur-looking guys. Not much good looking females either, following the trend of EEE... (the only ones being those from other schools, whom "stumbled" towards the Convention Centre by accident...haha) The rest of the first day was dedicated to guiding my assigned class on a Cam...

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Need I say more? My beloved Gunners survived the expected onslaught from an overzealous (and at times, cheating) Villarreal side after Kolo Kolo has given us the precious 1 goal lead from the first leg at Highbury. To be honest, the 2nd leg wasn't really the spectacle it was hyped up to be, up till the final 2 minutes when it suddenly exploded in controversial circumstances. The darn Jose M... (not Mourinho but Mari, but both are equally shite!) went down in the penalty box after a slight nudge from our young left back, Clichy. It was the worst ever possible feeling I ever got from a soccer match. It's worse than the Wayne Bridge winner at Highbury in the quarter finals 2 years ago... I mean, whats up with the Ref.. 2 minutes to go before someone reached the Final, and he have to come out and grab the limelight!?! So it was the Argentine wizard, schemer, football aristocrat, Riquelme VS Lehmann, the German Psycho , with a penchant of screwing things up at the most awkward of ...

GABBEH!!™

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