Wednesday, December 07, 2005
-Disruptive Moods-It was an amazing catching up last saturday night. Hardly does the spotlight of the environment fall so brightly on a gathering of friends with the never-ending chatter. Old topics of our days acknowledged promptly with hearty laughter and reminisence, new topics inspired from continuous speaking by undead wit and humour (and of course complements to each other thereafter with "oh man i really miss you and your rubbish" which is of course ironic cause no one knows why we are really laughing.) And of course, the present represented by the fresh new curls and rebonded hair on some of the girls who have all gone 'johore ole!' with regards to their hairstylists whom they firmly believe now are much cheaper: (though i was surely dumbfounded when steph said her receipt still screamed 300 ringgit to me) Like how Rowling did mention in her book, girls are just sometimes so weird. But I like sia. You see, i remember beautiful things. Like how jiayi showed me her concept of a perfect tombstone which im sure would be just nice for me as long as they got the correct measurements of my bursting waist. The scenic they designed it with is amazing i tell you. Facing the sea and all when you pass away... though i shall not look forward to it too soon. And that two more girls who got attached so very suddenly and so very smitten(with whom i do not know but am just happy for). I probably should have borrowed Shariff's stethoscope (he's studying medicine Brr) to listen whether my heart was beating with any extra hidden jealousy, but i had came to a conclusion then that i would just be contented with the new bet i made with nathanael when it came to our driving tests, which im determined i should finally try to beat him, in something. Im so pathetic indeed. I had remembered that the next day after the council gathering was surprisingly memorable too. I had proceeded with my annual trip towards the goddes of mercy temple located near bugis, and was as usual scruffed upon the immediate idea of having to find a spot anywhere to pray with my joss-sticks in hand, head on with so much other buddhist followers. Its my form of mass if you would like it. Sometimes it does feel spiritual when you pray along with so many others that you know the implicit trust you had put upon your god all these years have really been nothing but new sources for hope, and enlightenment. I saw how poorer folks could come in clothes a 360 degree from the priceless armani and fendi, but yet be unbashed in pouring out their money when it came towards their offerings to the gods. I admire them and questioned if my faith could overcome the usual materialism and greed. I could have also questioned the motives of many prayers muttered by the many followers, but i had rather choose to believe that love was here to stay. The love for god, the love for each other, which explains why theres the spirit of sacrificing. Then learning................I left these dots to hence change into the mood i have been most unpleasant with. Its totally embarassing, but who in the Freak of hell grows a pimple under their armpit! It chose not to leave its pretty scar on my face, but there!~ So Painful. Gruff.
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