--To whomever it may concern.

Now, you seem to think you have a crystal clear interpretation of the situation, but you don't. If I may confess, the whole thing was covering a little test. Temporarily ignoring the disappointing results, perhaps my humanity suddenly comes into question when I mention its very existence, and yes, it does. I test everyone every so often, some of you might probably remember whatever scars I might have left behind, this trend with the exception of one particular pers- But only so as to strengthen any friendship after storms. You may hate me for it, but I'm already quite used to being hated so I probably don't really care.

Back to the point, I would like to casually mention myself taking considerable. Insult, for the lack of a better word, for people assuming my nature. I'm not making any significant effort to laugh or do whatever. I like being in 3C for everything that its worth, and others might argue otherwise but, contrary to popular belief, as a meek counterargument, I don't have much of a life in contrast to many people. So there.

As a conclusion. No one should take fault or offense here, coz there isn't any, as much as it pains me to lose my truest friend to another misunderstanding. I apologize for whatever trauma slash depression slash scars slash negative repercussions slash loss of faith in mankind I may have caused, whatever. But every relationship between humans has their ups and downs, and even if its rock bottom, there is no permanent goodbye. So whatever, go hang out with whoever; I don't really care. I'm not angry or weighed down by this small argument and neither should you be. Take it as a little breather from however a forced, tiring and/or strained prolonged interaction with some crazy, immature bastard you find me to be.

May we soon meet on the next wind to port, but as friends. Till then, fair sails.

P.S. You might not read this, but heck.


(to anyone who doesn't completely understand what that was about, don't try, its an inside thing.)

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Now time to start my post proper. But once more, before I beginz0r:



I have recently come to the conclusion that most of the readers on this blog is fueled by selective groups of people, them being

1. People who know about A and are
a) sympathetic
b) curious or
c) wanting to help.

2. People who think A refers to them.

3. People who DON'T know about A but want to stick around because it seems a nice story to write a book about.

-or blog surfers and people around the world who have nothing better to do than to listen to my rantings. But they're irrelevant. (oops sorry I didn't say that)

Rafflesian Spotlight was. Well. It really wasn't that interesting. Okay fine, it was boring and a waste of time. Greg did well lah, but RS as a whole was seriously super waste of time. We have the skits, the noise, seemingly endless intermissions and terrible planning. Not made better by depressing song choice and a terrible flu that made me want to puke. But temporarily ignoring that.

Well done Gregory! The piano was okay, but Antono sounded a little bit confined. As in Antono wasn't open enough, but overall he reached the right notes (unlike a certain not-too-popular participant), and did a great job. Kudos!

But more importantly, before that. Went to J8 and saw the Grim Reaper with the Scream mask so what was the first thing that popped into my mind? MY Scream mask. On my way back I wore it from 77th Street shop all the way back to RI (yes, down that long path, across the traffic junction and on the sidewalk populated by people who probably know me, during rush hour) before the security guard was evil. Ur hur. Scared Tey Guan when I was walking back.

Oh and another thing! I bought a toy gun a few days ago. Two. Or three. Its like, the type you find in Toys r' Us but that can actually shoot mini styrofoam plunger pellet thingums with an almost fully accurate gun anatomy (besides replacement of air with gunpowder) and shells and all. WELL I saw someone at Macs holding ONE RIFLE AND ONE SHOTGUN. (bright orange green yellow blue) SO THERE. I'm ahead of the curve, and my presumed retardedness is justified.

A ha, I'll continue posting later or tomorrow, I am watching Shaun of The Dead. Don't ask me how I got it, the Feds probably know where I live.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.