Raymond Angelo is the Exoticoption.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

ACFM Video!

I spent ages on this, and even though we from ACFM stopped accepting dedications on last Thursday, it's still airing, and the hours I poured into this, as well as it's insistent playing has been getting onto my nerves. But I guess it's good, if it's the first time you see it, which should apply to most of the readers :).

Mind you, this is my first attempt, and I had limited resources and time, but this is my best anyways.

I won't be around tomorrow night because I'm staying over somewhere else! Ciaociao!

The Future Freaks Me Out

The other day, I saw my youngest brother, Ryan Franco, flipping through his Health Education book. My interest was adequately aroused, after merely looking at the first few pages. The book had 4 main characters, 2 boys and 2 girls, and as they go through the tumultuous years of puberty, the students grow with them, with their experiences, and ups-and-downs.

So I read further. I bet relationships were going to develop, and it's made all the more juicier by the ethnically-diverse cast consisting of a Eurasian, a Malay, and two Chinese. The Indian is the teacher, I think, and the Filipino's the loser with the blog -_-". So anyways, the book catered to my need for emotional drama, so yeah, excellent book, I say.

And then as I delved into the world of these 4 ten-year olds, I got the shock of my life. They were comparing arm pit hair! Even the girls! And they're all so happy! At the young, supposedly-pure age of TEN too! Seriously...OH MY GOD! I never thought they started at such a young age, and all I can say is that I'll never look at primary school kids in the same light ever again.

Just to make one thing clear, there are three hair-related things which discuss me in this world: nose hair, armpit hair (on girls) and uni-brows. God...those are creepy as crap.

I should have closed the book, and left it to my brother's devices; he can indulge himself in his perverse 10-year-old world by himself...but my curiosity got the better of me, and then I reached the part of...MENSTRUATION! They taught me how to fold the sanitary pads! Holy crap, that's shocking. And whoever wrote this book should get an award for...turning a whole generation of students of sexual intercourse. The description is subtly revolting; "seep onto your clothes" mean that they stain, and are dirty, and "slight smell" is just so open-to-your-imaginations that my hair (not nose) is standing as I type this.

Oh! I guess the part about placing hot water bottle on the area slightly below your stomach to quell the pains of menstrual cramps is useful, so to all girls out there, make sure you got 'em when you got 'em.

PR mini-outing this afternoon, with Tokyo Div, StickMan, Peek@chu and Shernise (she's not good enough to get a nickname, hmmph), and we had a blast. I love my sub-comm, and yeah, ACFM's airing, so listen up for it!


Monday, August 27, 2007

Angry Post Deleted!

Where the Hurt Is by Say Anything
To you my friend, I send my best regards
I hope that all is well and good in Neverland
It's been one month since goodbyes rang out and echoed long
Across the distance time had carved
It seems there's nothing left to do since you've gone and left me here in the street
The taste of ocean water is bleak and the cold wind's blowing at my bleeding feet
Why can't I keep you from my heart?
Why is there nothing I can do
Get over you, over you
Could be regret time I've lost, could be I see mountaintops
Baby miss you since you've gone
Baby miss you since you've gone

We stared up high out where the stars almost burnt out a hole in the sky
But now the sky is faded and it's burnt around the edges
From this lawn all crisp and yellow where I lie
I should have known not to seal up my mouth and leave it alone
But now I scream across this gap across this endless space

Cause you blessed me, girl
Then you robbed me of my fragile world
And I miss you, girl, more then anything in the world

Take me as I am
Cuz I would do anything if only I could see you
I'm deprived of hope, I'm God's sick joke, cause he took you away

Cause you blessed me, girl
Then you robbed me of my fragile world
And I miss you, girl, more then anything in the world

I've learned to hate this place
I want to burn it down and run away
Until I see your face I will loathe this house I will hate this house

'Cause home is where the hurt is
'Cause its far away from you

Home is where the hurt is
'Cause its far away from you

Yeah, home is where the hurt is
'Cause its far away from you

Yeah, home is where the hurt is

One, two, three!

Falling out of love is like giving up a drug
I can't move on with my life
You have my heart as fractured as it is
Even if we have to say goodbye


Saturday, August 25, 2007

Real Men's Pursuit of Happiness

I've come to realise that as men, it's our duty to put others above self. It's not a sexist thing, or a "thing" at all, more of an age-old obligation for the people around us who make our lives what it is; for the women populace who go through the unimaginable pain of child-birth, for the friends who fill our days with smile, for the colleagues who lighten our workload and for our mentors who guide us through every obstacle.

In short, real men pursue the happiness of others before self. And through this, do we attain our true happiness.

This fact makes me proud.

And hard.

Are you a REAL MAN?

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Little things in life that make me happy.

-Scratching an irritating itch.

-Making people laugh.

-Staying awake throughout a whole lecture.

-Breezing through tutorials.

-Saying the same thing at the same time as somebody else does, and then realising it, and making eye contact with the person and then the two smile simultaneously.

-Coming home to a cold glass of Coke Light.

-A pocket full of change.

-Styling my hair perfectly on the first try.

-Being paid a compliment.

-Paying a compliment and getting thanked for it.

-Metallic stapler sounds.

-Cracking all the crack-ables in your body, systematically from head to toe.

-Comfortable silences.

-Taking a cab home or to school, with the fare being less than $10.

-Hand-written notes!

-Getting on a bus, falling asleep, and waking up at the right moment.

-Puns, no matter how stupid. (New one: What do you call Amanda when she hasn't gotten enough sleep? A-panda!)

-Sitting close to someone you fancy.

-Ridiculous, spontaneous DANCING!

-Finding old books, and browsing through your favourite parts.

-Really short queues when getting food.

Yeap. This is me, and these are the stupid things which make me the happiest. By no means is it exhaustive; I've excluded things which I fear I may never experience again, so yeah. Why write this, you may ask. I hope that I can remind you that though we should not sweat the small stuff, we should still appreciate it, because what's life, if not a series of small, insignificant moments?

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Lamest Joke

I usually get chicken rice in school; it's nice, cheap, and for just $0.20, you get an extra bowl of rice. But today, I decided to take a leap of faith, try something new, step out of the boundary. I still bought from the same stall (I'm not that brave!), but this time, I bought Char Siew rice.

And then it clicked. With pokemon still dominating my thoughts to a large extent, seeing how I just beat Snowpoint Gym, and am about to face off with Team Galaxy at their headquarters at Veilstone City. To start off with Bronzong, or to "Take Down" with Staraptor? Ahh...decisions...

The two processes of thought: The eating of Char Siew+Pokemon then gave birth to the lamest joke in the history of history.

What is Ash Ketchum's favourite food?

CHAR SIEW! Because "Pikachu, I CHAR SIEW!"

See, "choose you" sounds like "char siew"...I thought it funny and then verbalised it to Jolene who laughed until her face cringed again, as if she was having gastric like before, so yeah, I made one person laugh, so why not try it on more?

Target 1: Other class people. FAIL
Target 2: Councilors. FAIL.

Lesson learnt? Never test out your joke on someone who laughs at the mere mention of "I'm going to tell you a joke,". Oh, and look out for the food projectiles too!

Monday, August 20, 2007



I don't want to guess what's that red substance over there, and my opinion on the equation is still a mixture of disgust and awe.

Theories of Convergence

I've been away for far too long, and that's because of school, council mostly. I mean to say, I've been going back to school for every single day for the past week. Even maids get day-off...so what does that make me? I'll lodge a complain to the Philippine Embassy some day, mark my word.

Not that I'm complaining though. I'm loving the business, the impact-making, and the like. We'll be putting up ACFM next week; which sorta brings me back to the fun times of Q-box Radio, which never ever really took off. We did it once though, on Teachers' Day too, but we had bigger dreams back then. What do I want to do with ACFM?

I'm going to make it big.

So anyways, I've missed typing like this, and I apologize for the lack of updatage. I'm just passing time, waiting for my Promotional Video to be burned. It's done now, so until later!

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


How tired do you have to be to be able to fall asleep in the SIMPSONS MOVIE?

Honestly, I'm that tired, but I'm feeling much cheerier. I think it's the Coke Light. I LOVE Coke Light. I'll be studying geography now, I guess. Just settled some council stuff, and I've got no homework today, so I'm going to be gently caressing my notes.


Tuesday, August 14, 2007

The Celebration and Condemnation of All-States of Death

I was feeling so screwed up yesterday, that now, thinking back, I can't decide when I hated myself more: yesterday, for reasons unknown, or today, for being so emo yesterday. On the bus home, I just collapsed I think; not literally, but I just sank into the seat, body curled in defeat. I surrendered myself to gravity, and let everything fall. I swear, nobody could have told I had a vertebrate, but that applied metaphorically, so it was apt in my suspended state of being "there" but not being "there".

Sucks how I'm still lost, losing, past, present, whatever. Long story short, some stuff happened in school, and some stuff happened. Since I became a councilor, the expectations from everybody seem to have shot up, to unreasonable level sometimes, I feel. But I'll rise up like I've always done. Just gotta get sometime...

Slept really early yesterday, only reading through my econs notes twice, and doing some maths practice, and I'm feeling considerably cheerier right now :). I guess what affects my mood most is 1) Food, and 2) Sleep. I'm on a diet now, so my stomach's running in a perpetual state of nearly-empty, and looking at the audacious amount of tests I have, shut-eye's going to be a real luxury.

Gah. But look on the bright-side. There's still the internet.

And a shout-out of thanks to Kerri, and Shernise. Thanks!

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Best of You by Foo Fighters

"I've got another confession to make, I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break, holding you
Were you born to resist, or be abused?

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and on to someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head, without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have, but had no use
I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again, but I break loose
My head is giving me life or death, but I can't choose
I'll swear I'll never give in, I'll refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith? It's real
The pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess.
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith? Its real.
The pain you feel?
The life? The love, you died to hear?
The hope that stops the broken hearts?
Your trust?
You must confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

've got another confession my friend, I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again, somewhere new
Were you born to resist, or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in, I'll refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith? It's real.
The pain you feel?
Your trust?
You must confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Loong Weekend

Update on the happs so far, on this loong weekend of mine.

Wednesday; The Day which was Halved
-Back to QTSS
-Running around trying not to get fined up to $10000
-Back to Cine to drink coffee

Thursday; The Day where we Stand Up
-Mugging session at McDonalds, where they played the propaganda videos over and over and over and over again. I've heard the turkish lady say that "Her name sounds weird" so many times, that I no longer find it weird. Just irritating. Yeah.
-Settled at Settlers to game.
-Missed fireworks. Darnit!

Friday; T-DAH! (Teachers' Day Ad-Hoc!)
-Went over to NUS High School hostel for a meeting
-Stayed behind to study
-Went to Kovan to get notes from Jolene. Kovan Land's not as "provincial" as I thought it was. It had branded goods. Like Giordano. And Bossini.
-Dropped by Plaza Singapura to meet CY, TN, Ringo to play Maximum Tune 3.
-Didn't play in the end. Had to run off for haircut

Saturday; Today has come, and will go
-Written Reported for the whole morning
-Debate meeting
-Debate lunch
-Mugging session at McDonalds
-Finishing up details for photoshoot, written reporting, and then collating Teachers' Day papers.

Tomorrow; Worry about what is coming, so that you can get the tissue prepared
-Settle all the unsettled Line-in stuff
-Mug with Wireman

The Hardness of the Hilt of Mah Sword

I feel so childish, but the image below makes me all giggly on the inside.

I'm finishing up the Written Report right now. I still don't know whether I should go for Debates later, because I've got alot of stuffs left undone. I'll see how it goes, I guess, but I still have to go to school anyways, to pass Kimberley her notes, and then to maybe meet up with Wireman to study abit.

Early in the morning, and late in the evening seem to be when I'm most efficient. Too bad it'll screw me up if I try to do that crazy shyte on a school day. Loving the National Day holidays so far

Thursday, August 09, 2007

This speaks to me.

OP: "Help! HELP! I'm stuck in a well!!!"
Goons1-4: "Climb! Climb up and take our hands!"
OP: "I'm thinking I should dig... should I dig?"
Goon5: "NO! I was trapped in a well, and digging is a bad idea! Climb out!"
Goons6-8: "Were lowering ropes! Take hold of a rope!"
Goon9: "I've even tied a harness to the end of this one!"
OP: "I can feel the ropes, but I don't want to hold onto them... should I dig?"
Goon10: "No! If you dig, you'll hit water, and then you'll be proper hosed. I should know, I almost drowned."
OP: "I dug a little bit just now, and I haven't hit water. I'm gonna keep digging..."
Goons11-18: "No! Climb! Climb out!"
OP: "Guys, I'm seriously stuck in this well! Help! HELP!!!"
Goon19: "I was trapped in a well once. It took me two years, but I managed to build a climbing machine that pulled me to safety out of a well bucket and a pocket watch. I'm dropping the blueprints, extra buckets, and an assortment of pocket watches."
Goon20: "I've engineered a jet-pack that will rocket you to safety. Stay where you are and we'll lower it down!"
OP: "Thanks for your help, guys. I'm gonna keep digging. I'll find the Mines of Moria and I'll just walk to the surface."
**Goons1-20 piss in the well**

-From the Awful Forums

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Trapped in the Red Tape

Funny how you can ALMOST spell the word "trapped" using the letters which make up "red tape". Because, I guess, when you think about it, red tape is the really really useless piece of shyte which does nothing but hinder you, and I feel that, in my recent handling with the National Services Portal, I was drowned in the bloody red tape.

Case in Point:

NS Deferment is a sorta big deal here; you have to declare you are not going for NS because you have some form of education going on. So I get a letter awhile ago, slightly more than a month, saying that I have to defer. So yeah, I get the letter, and my mum told me sternly that I HAD to do it, because there was a fine of up to $10000, which is a really big deal. I go and defer the day after receiving the letter, but lo-and-behold, I can only defer a few days after receiving the letter, which seems like a totally pointless process.

So the letter lay in the forgotten for awhile, and I receive a reminder letter, which I'm thankful for. The deadline is August 8th, today. And it was only on the 7th, yesterday, when I got around to deferring. And this is when they shit hit the fan.

I typed in the wrong password once, and then another time, and then my ability to log-in is FROZEN. HOLY SHIT. I proceed to calling the hotline in a state of ULTIMATE PANIC AT THE IMPENDING CRISIS, and I was told that there were two choices; wait for the mail to come (after 3 days, but then I would have been past the deadline, and $10000 poorer), or fax them, along with a copy of my IC on the fax, and they'll message me password.

Surely, with the technology hoo-haa, I could have just e-mailed them, but no, fax it was. Who the heck uses fax anyways?

So I go on a mad hunt for someone willing to lend me their fax machine, and I found a kind soul in Glen Wirawan (Godbless him, he just got baptised). Proceeded to his house, faxed 'em, and was happy waiting for their message of my password.

And then the next day comes, and as I was about to enter the cinema to watch 'Suburbia' (which is awesomely creepy), my phone rang and it was the NS people calling to say that my fax was too blur. This is at around noon btw. Why couldn't they have called earlier, instead of lulling me into a false sense of relaxation?

So I go back to Glen's house after the movie, and fax them again, this time, with bigger resolution, and better quality. I wait for around 30 minutes...without getting a response. Pissed off, I called them, and they said it was TOO DARK. Seriously...my face is there, my IC number is there, THEY KNOW IT'S ME, so whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!?!?!

In the end, I scanned it, in greyscale, and then brightened it like crazy, and finally, it was approved.

I went home, and did the deferment thing, which went like "Would you like to defer?", and you just click "Yes", and that was it.

Way too much trouble for a way too obvious answer. Seriously. Yes, or no? Goodness. I guess I'm partly at fault as well for not doing this thing earlier, but then again, it could have been made easier if we had used something called E-MAIL, or maybe do away with the too-dark/too-blur thing.

Mind you though, I liked the hotline people, because they were helpful. The system is the thing I have something against, that's all.

Tagire! Chikara no Pussy-Catto!

I've realised just the serious tone I think this blog has taken, which may lead some to believe that I've changed. To answer that concern, I say "Yes, I have changed, but I'm still retarded in my own way". I still come up with the punniest lines, though some say my standards have dropped (rela-SHERN-ship with SHERNise, our PR head). I still say some of the most questionable gay shit ever heard, and I'm still pretty much perverse, foul-mouthed, barbaric cheesepie I've always been. I just don't show it as much.

And I still watch Gekirangers. About a year ago, I put up this pic of the three-core rangers posing, and weeks ago, I posted a video of GekiRed owning with his GekiSabre. Here's an update on where they are now. I'm hoping more people will watch this show. Some people stray away from it because of the spandex and robots, because they are "too old", but in all seriousness, behind the flashy kicks and explosions, there lies a solid storyline, loveable characters, and SOME OF THE MOST KICK-ASS COSTUMES EVER!


Anyways, the rangers got owned not too long ago, which is something I've never seen before. Like...really stepped all over, and the villians have a real driving passion behind them, unlike any recent Sentai I've seen. Just check it out, give it 4 episodes, and then judge it.

GekiViolet! The first ever Violet ranger! He's nothing like Barney though, as purple as he looks. Check out them gaunlets! He's a kick-boxer, supposedly.

GekiChopper! That costume is totally radical. Has a Rhino-motif. How awesome is that?

That'll be it. Settled the photograph-ing for Council Voice, and I'm off to bed now. Ciao, and AC will rock Queenstown Stadium tomorrow; mark my word.


Tuesday, August 07, 2007


I'm absent from school today. More of I absented myself, really. I'm totally totally pooped out/tired. I zoned out totally in all of yesterday's lecture, and was half-dead after school too. On the way home, I took the MRT, and the moment I found a free seat, I fell on it, with a *ker-plonk*, and didn't wake up until I reached Kembangan, and even there, when I got out of the train, still giddy and stuff, I practically collapsed on the seats on the station; a good ten-minute nap, in the middle of nowhere.

So yeah, I reached home exhausted. Couldn't pull myself together to do any of my work, and when I woke up today, I was still really really tired. Not sure whether I'll get myself checked with the doc's because what do I tell him? I'm exhausted? Yes, I am, but I don't think the doctor has anything to prescribe to that.

Either way, even if I did go, I'll probably be absent-minded, which is doubly worse, because (pardon me) I simply don't do shit when I'm absent-minded.

Let's rest today. I couldn't believe how tired I was on a MONDAY. God. This better not happen again. Time-management, plus early sleeping, will do me good I guess. Though how some people manage to sleep at ten...I don't know...sigh.

I'm planning to be super productive today, so see you guys around, hopefully tomorrow. Ciao!

Sunday, August 05, 2007

In Pursuit of Happiness

Heart-ache seems to be a recurring thing. As much as I try to run away from it, I find the same wounds reopening itself, and the thing about emotional wounds is that they've got this mob-mentality, where all the wounds tend to open at the same time, and they also have a fine way of getting even more to open. I guess life sucks like that.

Before, I tried to justify to myself that "yes, it was worth it", by reflecting upon the happier moments of the past; all the smiles, shared jokes, and time spent together. But now, I just feel shattered; burdened by those past incidences, trying desperately to relive them, but miserably failing. It's just so difficult, know? Maybe that's why I'm still stuck in the current state I am now. Thinking about it, it's been a few months, but I guess some things haven't really changed within me.

Thing is, I do treasure the memories, and appreciate everything that's transpired. But I just feel pathetic and rotten inside when I realize I'm the only one who feels the same way. Why do I still have to wallow in the past and the self-pity when firstly, don't think I deserve to be in this state, and next, have done nothing but tried to be positive, and to do GOOD to people around me in general. It sucks when I look at things these way.

But I guess such thoughts come only in moments of solitude and reflection. I'm aware I shouldn't be doing too much, and that I'm not the kind who looks like I've got much going through my head too, but I guess long bus rides does that to you: You're forced to think about life, the journey on the bus sorta does a good job on being a metaphor on the journey of life: you can't wait for it to end.

And you just want to die.

GAH!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!! That last part was a totally random emo thought that came to me, so please ignore it, but the parts before that were genuine :(:(, I feel. Things happened, have happened, and will happen. I'll just face 'em and live on.

On a more positive note: Class outing yesterday was quite fun! Happy birthday ZhuYing and DaiNan! Also, today's Teachers' Day filming was really enjoyable, despite the fact we spent it under the sun, and I was wearing this black jacket which was hot. Yeap, with double meanings fully intended.

I'll be seeing you guys around I guess. I hope I'll be able to go back to Queenstown this National Day, and I'm really really really really really really really really looking forward to the National Day holidays. Like...really really really really really, because I'm sosososososososoosos tired, and I haven't watched Simpsons too which is bummer bummer bummer bummer.

PS: Evan Almighty's not as bad as it's been made out to be. There's certain twist to the story, and the overall message is uber-positive, so yeah, I look positive propoganda. When Evan was asked what made him think he had been "Chosen", he simply said...

"Isn't everybody chosen?"

And I liked that.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Why our lives aren't Microsoft

It's more of "Microhard". How easy it would be if we could make changes just like snap, make edits, change the theme, the perspective all with the click of a mouse. Just think what fascination and delight the ability to save "your life" will be; making a mistake can no longer be feared. And we could go back to the past, we've now lost, but were once, and still are so fond of.

And think how easy it would be to change the world. Begone poverty. Avade Kedavra George Bush. Stupefy hunger. BANISH stupidity.

But it's not that easy, and I guess, even on a smaller scale, it's still difficult. Turning our life around isn't easy, and that's what I've come to find out over the past few days. I've had to suck up the truth and I guess, face the music of reality; the sad songs it's been playing. Maybe it's about time to switch stations, but this one has a song that's kept me coming back and telling me that that's where I belong.

Speaking of radio, ACFM will be initiated once again, with me as an I/C! I now dispel all horrors of Q-box Radio and I promise to do an excellently splendidfully wonderful job in this new undertaking.

Good luck to all those taking Bio and Phys tests tomorrow, and if you're still reading this as this is published, you should really be sleeping soon. As should I, but what the heck. I work best in the dead of the night.

It's where I'm most alive.

Thursday, August 02, 2007


We had our first Students' Dialogue Session today, and it went pretty well. I think there are some things we can still improve on, and I didn't do that good a job as a fac, but it's a learning process, and we'll do better next time. That's a promise! Eng and me'll be in-charge, so for next SDS, whatever the theme maybe, we'll kick ass.

We'll flourish, and then some.

Long day long day. Actually, it started off quite relaxed, but that's how my Wednesdays always are. I begin with a two hour break, followed by a maths lecture, another break, 80 minutes of tutorials, another break and then PCCG. But today, I had to rush off to SDS after Physics tutorial, then head to my Line-in EXCO meeting, and then chilled in Council Room, before running off to the Teachers' Day Adhoc meeting.

I'm the secretary xD. Give me hot specs, and a clipboard, and I'll be totally awesome. And hot. Hawt.

So we brainstormed like crazy, had a few laughs here and there, got through the agenda, and here I am right now half-way through the minutes. Sigh. I miss the secondary school days where Mr Yap gave me two weeks to do minutes.

Anyways. Time check! 0041!

What I've done:
-Geography Essay
-Read through Econs
-Requesting for Sponsorship guide
-Revision of August's Calendar

Left to do:
-Malay Essay
-Revise Physics

And there's another meeting after school tomorrow, blue-slipped on Friday morning for cheering and meeting in the evening, ushering on Saturday morning with debate in the afternoon and then the victory party. I hope Sunday'll be good!

See you people, and remember, talktalktalk. Say it fast!

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Bless this room with Dancing!

So I headed straight down to the Council Room, right after PW, and dang was it a blast. The 31st have officially vacated the room, and until the 33rds come along, it's ours! And nobody else's! Yeah!

So anyway, the opening was totally random, and the room's so fun to explore. I stayed behind to study for awhile, but we ended up dancing. And writing stuff on the board. And doing stupid stuff. But rest assured, we've got things under control, so yay us.

I then headed down to Vivo with Joce and PJ, to just walk around, and yeah, it was quite heartening, just talking and stuff like that. It's good to have friends like the friends I have right now, and the friends that I have had in the past, who I guarantee, still are very much close to my heart.

Here's a holler to all the Queenstownians still reading this. Let's meet up sometime, yeah? I've finally, after around a year, found Kanta's shoes, so I've got no reason to hide no more. Hey Kanta! I've got your shoes! I hope they're the right pair!


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