This time tomorrow, i'd be boarding the coach to genting. Might not be someplace fancy, but hey, i'm still excited about it all the same! It's just the prospect of spending 4 days with the people i love, in a COOL place! Literally cool. I think the average 18C there will be HEAVEN compared to the average 30C here.

Anyway, other than tomorrow being the day we embark on our very exciting trip to genting, my birbykins is gonna be spending 5 nerve-wrecking hours doing a very important test!

And since lazy 'ol me spent too much time trying to find a simple but meaningful inspirational quote, i didn't get the time to draw out a nice card for you. So a blog entry will have to suffice.

"If you can dream it, you can do it" - Walt Disney

And i know you've been dreaming this for a long time toot. All the best. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for you during those determining hours;)*huggies*

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One day, a village boy was walking from his house to the market to sell his wares. On his way to the market, the boy accidentally fell into a hole filled with shit. From where he was now, immersed shoulder deep in the shit, he was still a far way off from the top of the hole and could definitely have used with some assistance in getting out.

Just then, a village girl, who was also a friend,was passing by and she happened to glance in, when she saw the village boy struggling to get out of the hole. She immediately ran to get some rope and used it to lasso the boy out from the shit hole.

Instead of thanks, the village girl got an earful from the village boy. " Why you help me?? I don't need help from you or from anyone else other than MYSELF k! I could have thought of something and found my way out eventually! I didn't need your help! You could have at least ASKED me whether i wanted to be helped!"

Taken aback, the village girl felt unappropriately apolegetic and proceeded to try and appease the village boy. She tried reasoning with him, which failed. She tried being silly to alleviate the tension. That too, failed. After which she simply gave up and walked away, knowing that there was no way in which she could emerge the "right" one.

Here's the dilemma :

If she were to have seen the boy struggling in the shit hole, and not helped him, she would have been seen as heartless and selfish. And she probably would've felt bad for not helping her friend in his time of need.

But by helping the boy, she had hurt his ego and incurred his displeasure in the process, even if it was because she was trying to be helpful.

So you know what the moral of the story is?

Wrong---------------------------Right-------------------------------Wrong

And since we all know it's almost IMPOSSIBLE to be completely balanced, NO matter what you do to help someone, you'll always end up being wrong.

I don't know how to be nice and thoughtful without being WRONG. Why don't you enlighten me? I'm clean-dry out of ideas and energy.

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Went to wala-wala last night.

Oh my gosh. The cigarette smoke and all the alcohol surrounding me made me feel like a naughty girl just by being there.

But godamn, the Hoegaarden tasted good.

I think i drank like 2 pints ++ (because that's all i can remember - every drink after that is, now in my memory, fragmented bits of information.)

It all started well enough, with the usual reddening of the face and drowsiness.

Then the high kicked in.

My head itself was a paradox. Both heavy and light at the same time.

Felt like i was suddenly enveloped in a nice little happy bubble.

What I earlier considered the noxious fumes of ciggies became a complement to the atmosphere of booze and loud music, and the usual acrid taste of alcohol miraculously dissipitated, and the beer became smooth like yoghurt.

At the same time, your brain starts to malfunction, you can hardly stand straight and the beat of the music start pounding loudly in your ears. Tunnel vision sets in.

Oddly, it's as if everything suddenly becomes clearer and more focused.

Oh... and of course your nerve-endings go numb. My god. I swear last night after drinking that much, i felt like barbie - plastic.

Anyway, it was a good experience. No hangover this morning too! WheEE! But it's not worth it. Jon spent $140 on drinks for us... Poor baby!*cuddles*

Anyway, i'm glad that the people who saw me get high for the first time were the very people who saw me get high. WAHAHA! I would say i was pretty reserved. Wouldn't you? ;)

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Out of the 5 papers, i've done 4.

Out of those 4 papers, 4 were bad.

Do you know what that means?

It means i'm screwed.

And you know what else is seriously bugging me?

If it's not alright for me to get grumpy and and easily irritable and bitchy when i'm tired and frustrated from my exams, then it shouldn't give anyone the right to be getting grumpy and irritable at me even if they're tired.

Specially when i'm making the effort to NOT be grumpy and irritable and bitchy.

'Cos when i've been made to feel guilty about being grumpy and irritable and bitchy, and i make the effort to not be so and try to make up for it, only to have someone else do it to me... It's like a slap in the face.

And i don't like getting slapped.

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