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Sunday, April 30, 2006
The Date and Time Function on my blog is completely whacko. My last post is dated ' -something- Jan 2005'! Haha! Look, I know I haven't updated in ages ( okokok...wei and marc: i KNOW. (: ) but not for that long okay! I just didn't feel like blogging at the times when I was within the vicinity of my computer...when I DID want to blog, I was in school and too lazy to walk to the Hub or Library for the nearest computer. My bad.

Anyway, a brief summary of what happened the past week: Council Camp, school school school....project at Pam's house yesterday, during which we spent most of our time bitching and looking at others' Friendster accounts. Not very productive huh. We DID manage to finish our Lit project, though... I've concluded that Friendster is completely useless. I mean, what can you use it for, apart from displaying photos, k-pohing into other people's lives, and adding others as Friends (be honest: how many of those do you -actually- talk to on a regular basis, and bother to update about whatever that goes on in your life?). I mean, I have a Friendster account, but it's basically used for accepting Friend Invitations and (when I'm in the mood) writing testimonials. I happen to have a not-so-good impression of guys who try to pick up girls using Friendster; okay, so you ask to be friends. Fine, except that people who are sincere about befriending others generally don't say 'shall we meet?' like, 5 seconds after you consent to adding them to 'Friends'. -rolls eyes-

It's been an emotionally turbulent week for me, and I'm not just talking about Council Camp, which screwed the Welfare and First Aid comm left right and centre with their outstanding number of casualties. It was such a disappointment! In less than one hour after the camp officially began, we had to moderate our expectations of the elects because they evidently couldn't take the Physical Training very well...and it was just push-ups! We didn't even bother to check whether they were proper and standard push-ups, but there were people (GUYS.) who kept raising their hands to ask if we could stop! The girls were comparatively a much stronger lot...I was so proud of them during log PT on the second night. :) However, this year's elects generally seem to be alot weaker than last's, both mentally and physically...I don't even want tp talk about teamwork and bonding. The present council is seriously crossing our fingers for their sake.

The next few paragraphs in italics are gonna sound hopelessly random and senseless to most people. I apologise for the brief confusion.

To someone special: I guess it's hard to live up to my expectations. It wasn't until 2 days ago, when it finally hit me that you also had expectations of me... Idealism is my middle name. I'm sorry.

To the group of people, with whom I can never be as close to as before...don't remember me as someone who walked out on you guys, 'cos I never did. You're still my friends, and I will still be here to help anyone of you in times of adversity, if you ask. I've tried my best to bridge that 'estrangement' (hear me snort.) To that one person, whom I suspect is the sole perpetrator and instigator of all the discontent and displeasure, I have ALOT to say to you, so listen hard and listen good (oh by the way I think your 'I have nothing to say' is a big joke, especially when you seem to have a lot to complain about behind my back.) : You can just forget about me messaging you, emailing you, even trying to smile and be civil with you even when you're just plain sarcastic and mean, just so that you'll forgive me. In retrospect, I don't owe you, or anyone else an explanation because I've done enough to make up for my share of mistakes. If it's not enough for you, then it's just too bad. If you can't accept that I've changed into someone who's more take-charge, someone who has more options in her social calendar, and someone who can't be pushed around that easily by you anymore, that's too bad as well. Just because the rest don't react outwardly in response to you bossing them around, doesn't mean that it doesn't piss them off. And you have SERIOUS issues about pride and ego management. Newsflash, dear: the world doesn't revolve around you, and you aren't always right. Get this straight: people don't have to accommodate and/or accept that sort of behaviour and work around it. Read it, learn it, memorise it and DEAL WITH IT. You just don't realise how big your problem is because everyone else is just too nice to say it to your face. And guess what? I've realised that I don't need someone like you in my life at all, blowing bad vibes in every direction. So you can just piss off, bitch.



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