Though Slightly Intoxicated By The Overdose Of Rich Chocolate, I'm Still Sobre To Write Non-Sweet, Crappy Stuff, Or In Other Words, I'm Still Myself.

what a week. busy busy busy. spend money like hell. and i still haven't even got my phone in working condition. com'on, where's my money??? where's my 300 bucks??? who's your daddy??? okay, the last part is crap. but i'm still waiting for the people from the MOE to give me my well-deserved 300 bucks. it's very important. i need to go coffee club and drink tiramisu latte.

anyway, also went out with my obs dudes yesterday. from 13, it only came down to 7 people. why? don't ask me. why do people ask who's coming. and why do they insist that they will only go out if only their friend is going out. i'll touch more on this subject in my next blog.

talking about my next blog, i'm going to start this collection. it's called the "pages from the royal purple diary". i might as well introduce this thing right now so as to get straight to the point when i do start this thing. well, first of all, i'm going to write about daily issues that play a certain important part in our lives and might change the way our lives if people start to learn slightly abit from my diary. okay, that might sound long to you, but if you read it slowly, then you might start to feel the flow. what i might say may offend people but as i said, if you think i care, then please come to my house and i will give you a slap on your right butt cheek. and if you feel that your left butt cheek deserves more attention that your right one, then i'll be glad to smack that left cheek. and i'll be happily singing Akon's 'Smack That' while doing it so that you'll feel special.
anyway, i'm not trying to stir up any kind of shit or be controvesial. i hate beig controvesial.i don't want to to be. cause singaporean controvesy is...mediocre considered to what we read in other worlds. sorry, not worlds, but countries. but it does feel like a different world.

okay, then about the diary, you might be asking, why is it royal purple. well, purple tends to stand out. royal purple, more shinier and more striking. it can also be more homosexual-y oriented. well, what i'm trying to say that purple is one of those colours that strike up coversations. be it purple-dyed hair, purple face, purpleboos.blogspot.com...anything. purple is one of those colors that strike up a conversation. wait i said that already. anyway, thus because of these reasons and a few other reasons which i can't think of at the moment, i chose royal purple to be my diary of issues.

and i would like to encourage everyone reading this blog to have a diary or book of issues. it may not necessarily be purple, but wouldn't it be cool if it was purple instead of the normal black, pink and floral designs. anyway, do have a purple diary, write your issues in it. it can be any issue that irks you. it could be, people not having the resposibility to pick up litter or not giving someone a seat. anything. if you would like to share with me your issues, all the better. and noone would say anything. well, hopefully. if anyone does say anything, then i have nothing to say but 'man, you got caught' or something like that.

but hey, since i got the purple diary thing out of the way, let's go to more less important stuff.
well, just say i know this guy who knows this guy who knows this guy who knows this guy who knows this guy who knows this guy who knows this guy's father-in-law's cousin. well, that guy did something which he regretted. that thing is that he talks alot of crap and does alot of funny stuff. he cracks alot of jokes and is like the class joker everywhere. but the problem is that whenever he tries to be serious, he's always thought to be joking. everyone thinks that he's joking. when he tells someone he's angry, they don't belive. when he tells someone he's sick of something. he's not belived. when he tells a girl he likes her, she doesn't belive him. what is he to do? he has this problem and there's only two choices he can make. change and be more serious so that he'll be taken seriously next time. or should he stay the same and live a f***-d up life. you tell me. and i'll tell him. cause he desperately wants to know. this is killing him. seriously killing him. it's too much for him. he's already created this persona for himself that's the joking and carefree guy but the truth is that at home, he's nothing of that sort. he lives a very secluded life, always sitting in a dark corner in solitary, writing something. for him to change, he needs to get the trust and support and, mst importantly, the belief from his friends. if not, he'll just be stuck in square one. please, tell him what to do. please.

hmm...that sounded serious to me.

hmmm...what else happened. hmmm, i know. i'll end this blog on a happy note.

as i said, me and the obs people went out. me, han pei, min wei, wie bin, jun sheng, edy and shern. went coffee club. mud pie was great as always. one big slice of mouth-watering ice cream cake happily wading in a small puddle of chocolate sauce with chocolate shavings around the cake. then had a simply beautiful and wondous tiramisu latte. chatted for quite long. chatting about guns, sex and violence. and ust about anything under the sand. started singing some songs too. you know, me and han pei should never be together. never ever. because the day will be too short for us to really start having fun. when we were having lunch, we saw this bowl of steaming, untouched ban mian. it was sitting alone on a table with no one coming to fulfil it's life destiny of filling someone's stomach. but luckily, me, han pei, jun sheng and edy were there to make it feel complete. that was so good. cause we were hungry and all. oh yeah, any one who need perfume, espeicially customised perfume, contact han pei. he'l be glad to help you. see han pei, free advertising. just keep treating me to your jokes, wisdom and a cup of tiramisu latte always and you'll keep on getting free advertisments. okay, will end here.

Culda