events of the night

everyone should have a bottle of Skippy's with Chocolate Rice Crisps Pnut Butter at home, it really is an essentia and is supremely delicious. Aside from this, i am now going to launch into the irritating method of referring to oneself in the third person.

Funny Things happen at ____, and if reeech thought that the day before was Funny Enough, then the next day must be Hilarious, in a black comedy manner. dinner was a lovely affair, met up with cheeks and my fellow SO tl at the lovely hong kong cafe at cine, where many a talk once was, where once again we were all convinced that cheeks should go into drama, imitations, channel 8 or stand up comedy. it was great seeing cheeks for real (having bumped into him on occassion) seeing as to how we're supposed to be brothers. i think, half of Interact and especially ys (the very tall one with the large butt, the one who, when at my house for the BBQ, asked casually 'where's cheekin?' and looked for his pictures and assumed that we slept in the same room using the pull-out bed, and asked me if i slept on the top bed or pull out) still think we are. ah, i really need to get back into these forces of wholesomeness again.

on a completely irreverent note, i am resting my peanut butter stick (oh god, that sounded Really Bad) on the RJ year book, which, after flipping through the cheap printing, serves as a reminder of all that was stressful and annoying in an entirely wholesome and forgiving environment, and all that once was and is now gone, just as if they never existed.

after dinner, met up with th and rh who is th's friend, and later js and c who is both js's and th's friend and we all went to the Place Where Funny Things Happen, and it was like the most ultra fun time ever like totally, and rh is way cooler and funner than i expected. then the girls left, where everything took the long road to unfuness. after awhile d____ surfaced with many others, and __ went off with ____ ____ ___ after awhile, that ____. yes but the highlight must have been when cg24 (now gg24) appeared even though cg24 was at ____ yesterday too and everything strange and downwards such that towards the end i ended up feeling like nothing more than a piece of meat, and a complete and total hedon.

where are you, cg23? :(

after ____, th and i went on a Journey To Macdonalds for some light hearted bitching and yummy cancerous cuisine, and then i realize again that maybe i'm just not contented enough, not daring enough, having not the testicles to stand up for what i thought was right and perfect for me, getting swayed by everyone else, not believing in the one is all you need theory, thinking too highly of my friends, thinking them too important, disregarding and severing the one person who, i think, might have rescued me, no matter what everyone else thinks.

oh well, but as usual, too little, too late.

due to th, i have been plagued with a scintillating series of badly-phrased smses, ranging from the coy to the plain bizarre, it is as if i have not enough thoughts to worry about, and there's still the daunting task of brunei and the hazy smoky cloud of enlistment over my head, and certain people are really, really confusing me and getting on my nerves. call it postitive muscle memory.

are you a certain person? :)

reeeeeeeech