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Thursday, June 07, 2007
allowed entry at 9:23 pm

The Mass Rapid Transport is the shizz, yaww AHAHA
It has to be one of the best methods of transportation ever invented.
I think I'm gonna have a career in that area soon enough, with my weird fascination with trains =/

Took the train to school today, the usual routine.
Beside me was this woman, in her late 20s, going to her 30s, I guess.
She looked like the high-maintainenced kinda woman, with thick makeup and wearing expensive dresses TO WORK -.-
So I kinda kept on bumping into her in the train, but it was only 2 times and I apologised for it.
And fucking hell, she gave me this fucking stare, as though I had a scandal with her husband.
And I thought to myself, is it cause I'm in ITE? Cause that's just fucking retarded.
People like her, who look down on others, should just get themselves a car to fucking drive themselves wherever their fucking heart takes them.
With that, the only person they can throw their fucking faces at is the radio DJ.
!@#$%^&*(

When I changed trains at City Hall, there was this man who had down-syndrome.
I swear to god, he looked huggable.
I sat next to him and I was practically holding myself back from hugging him.
It was a nightmaaaaaaaaare.
Anyhoos.
I noticed this other woman staring at him with this disgusted look.
I was gripping my bag, trying not to open it up and take my pen to stab her in the eyes and let her bleed to her fucking death.
And I wondered, what did people with down-syndrome do to deserve this "illness"?
It sucks to see them like that.
They're probably more fun, loving and caring then normal people.
Normal people have such fucking low EQ.
DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING ANNOYING IT IS?!
God.

On a brighter note, I noticed something while riding on the North-South Line.
Orchard has red walls.
Newton has orange walls [or AMBER, as some people say]
Novena has green walls.
It looks like a traffic light =D
BAHAHAHA yeah, I don't do anything while riding on trains.
Just watching people and looking at my surroundings.
I'm another retard.

SO!
ISG had that National Museum trip just now.
I never knew I've been walking next to a museum all this while.
So much for me being observant. Pfft.
The National Museum is FUCKING RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!
The History and Living section is the biggest among all 4 sections.

We each got this "Companion" gadget with headphones.
It looks like a huge green iPod.
Whenever we see numbers on the floor, we key it in then the person whom I forgot what his name was, will tell you stories about what surrounds you.
And if you wanna read information about the artefacts displayed, you can just key it number in and words appear on the screen.
Fucking awesome, ain't it?
Other sections include Photography, Film and Fashion.
They showcased freaking old cameras in the Photography section.
They looked aweeeeesoooome.
"Film" showed that freakishly OLD and ginormous camera which people have to manually turn to capture images in, and they also showed P. Ramlee's films on 3 huge screens.
Which I'm freaking proud of =D
"Fashion" was... smelly. AHHA
I wanna go there again.
Museum trip, anyone?
It's 10 bucks, though.
Enough to get into 2 gigs. HEH




You knew me.
You put up with my ramblings.
You were second to know my O Level results.
Your texts never failed to cheer my every day.
You knew something was wrong even when I tried my best to cover it up.
We stayed up till 2am everyday together till you accidentally slept during conversations.
Did all that mean anything?
What the fucking hell happened?

HAHA oh my god.
Something freakishly cute just happened.
My cat, Bob, just brought home his friend!
AAAAAHAHHAHA absolute fucking cuteness.
Amazingly, his friend is also male.


Ohkay thanks bye.