curiosity killed the cat, and it's killing you. even though you want to be a dog, you can't help being a cat.

it's innate.

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good evening, this is the nonok news, and i'm your school-based-reporter Mr Poo Key.

in what could have been the greatest rush for something so stupid since hello kitty, or the mass movement of people, hordes and hordes of sec4s chased after a huge tomato. sources say that they were feeling very deprived of its artificiality, and so chased after it immediately in a confined space when it came their way, causing a crazy human stampede. hey, hey.. pass that thing over here lah.. OEI !!!

in the background for a moving, touching and poignant ambience kit chan's "home" was sung. i shudder to think home is where we play with our food.

meanwhile, the lights were dimmed and no, the prefectorial gods (rollseyes) did not bless us with the scintiallating stars and heavenly ambrosia (thanks to one of albar's students in one of her 4 classes), but instead showered us with lightsticks and sweets that i feared for my head's safety. one would have thought that it was racial riots relived. as of now, teachers such as quahsw, caob and tanym have been the brunt of the attack of the frothing mass of bacchanalia below in the cesspool of male-on-male debauchery. they have been pelted with projectile litesticks. in the darkness, and in a crowd, we really lose our inhibitions.

balloons floated down from the sky, and streamers were popped out with a dance of confetti. mrs tancy was spotted popping three whole balloons gleefully, with a grin on her face as mrs tanmh looked on in amazement. it seemed like the hod of maths had lost all sense of propriety and was caught up in the wave of emotion. (thanks again albar)

i really think they should have told us it was going to be madrushfeste2003, instead of hiding it for the last ten minutes. what a waste of time, a stupid program where the front was totally lousy and bad (terrible poem recital) and was only obscured in the mad rush in the end, so all that everyone would remember was a huge fat oval round balloon.

they're devilishly clever, those programmers. they really are.

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they used to say that money can be used to buy friendship. i'd like to alter that a bit. money can be used to sustain friendship. and buy back lost friends. i'm hooked. give me more give me more give me more.

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i stay around the bedok reservoir area, and apparently there's going to be a party tomorrow there where like tons of people around the area would like celebrate there in the morning. they're already getting in the mood by blasting stephanie sun. [sound travels better over water. amplification.] i honestly don't feel anything this year. just another school day.

i love tekka rap.

i hope they won't be blasting music overnight. not that it matters, cos i do that myself.

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i obviously don't mean anything to some people. a few months ago i thought yay another new friend. or a few weeks. or a few days. but no, it's obvious that i'm wrong and yes we went our separate ways again. to some, screw you. to others, screw you but good luck. these recent few months of friendship gained and friendship lost have been v frustrating. it's damn hard maintaining friendship.

seraphically free,
from taint of personality.
there's nothing personal,
but you've got to admit it's funny.

speak, hands for me.
quixoticka eulogized @ 6:26:00 pm