Woohoo. Bringing to life the meaning of word vomit. Have fun. (:

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It really is amazing how one can just slip into this state of extreme self-indulgence. Hah. At first, it's merely testing the waters. Next that feeling of breaking free starts to sink in. The whole take-a-sneak-peek-but-you'll-never-know-the-whole-story seems appealing. And so it gets stuck cos it's so god damn addictive. Guilty pleasure, anybody?

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I was late for school, the second time today. Reason? I took a different route. It's a long and rather stupid and not the least bit important. Decided that since I'm gna be late after all, why bother rushing? Which was why I was walking in at complete ease.

Speaking of that. I was walking in solo (everyone taking the Macpherson route happened to be early this time round). I really wasnt in the mood to bother about being late for school.

Anyway, so I was just passing that house with that very prominent Buddhist sign; the first time I spotted it, "Fuck. This guy's a Nazi" crossed my mind, cos see, I had no idea that the two symbols were very alike back then. Suddenly this bright blue car stops right beside me and this lady said, "Girl, would you like a lift to your school?"

"*smiles. Uh nah, it's okay. Thanks. "

Needless to say, I was pretty stunned. But I like the whole idea. Her son, was in the front seat, a Cedar Primary kid, so she just decided to offer me a ride since it's on the way and I suppose she kinda guessed that I was late. It just really made my morning.

Yet another reason why I was strolling in and Clara who came in a cab saw me and thought she wasn't late.

Mrs Chew: Clara! And Huda ah. My monitress and assitant monitress!
Me: We knew that was coming!

*when we handed over the late-coming slip to her at the foyer

Told you, Lock. Haha.

I've another incident to cite.

So it was last night, on my way to Kem (where I was 20 minutes late, omg. I swear I thought I was gna be early. Sorry! Another case of taking a different route. Really.), in the mrt. I was staring at my (or rather Jazzy's and Naz') Organic Chem notes trying to absorb the properties of Alkanes, where little actually got in my head and stayed there till at least the test.

There was this little boy in a pram (not more than 2 years old). His mother was seated, with the pram right in front of her. He'd play with a receipt on his mothers lap. He also kept on dropping that piece of receipt on the floor. Each time he does that, his mother, fully prepared with a mini cane on her lap, would strike his arm. She doesn't do it very gently or playfully mind you. It was a real whack on his tender flesh.

And each time she hits him, he'd jump in presumably shock and pain and look up to his mother with confusion and hurt written all over his face. His face really bore a pained expression, an utterly confused child. His mother would just say "You do that again! Do it! Do it and you'll see." At times, even pointing her forefinger in his face. He'd only respond with an even more confused expression, eyes wide with uncertainty.

I had to look away, though I can't help glancing back the next second. It was painful to watch. There were red marks on both his arms. He's less than 2 years old most definitely! He's still using a pram for god's sake! His mother was really cold the entire time.

I can't help but wonder how these parents go about beating their kids regularly. Perhaps, I'm not in any position to question how they bring up their kids, since I am indeed still a "child" and very much kidless.

The times either of my parents laid a finger on me can be counted with one hand, in my entire fifteen plus years. They don't believe in the physical "method of teaching". Personally, I don't get it either. What the parents would create is just fear. I doubt fearing your folks will really help at the end of the day? You wouldn't be sure what's acceptable and appropriate and wouldn't dare take the chance for fear it'd be the wrong thing and WHAM, another one at cha.

I mean, I get it. It's to teach us a lesson, so we'd never do it again, to "drill" it in, learn that actions have consequences, yada yada yada. And some even say that if you don't fear your parents then that's where you're in hot soup. Cos then it'd mean that you're a kid with "no principles" who'd just end up screwed or something.

I don't know.

Anyway, if it's in such regularity, it just becomes numb. That's worse, isn't it?

My parents believe in communicating which just makes more sense to me. *shrugs

Okay, enough of all the wonderings. I'll just see how things go twenty five years from now, yeah?

Initially, I kinda intended on writing an entire post critiqueing the idols. Look how far off I ended up. Haha.

So Singapore Idol today. My heart stopped when they said Joakim and Paul were gna sing Oasis and Robbie Williams. "Wah die. Confirm screw up and spoil the song." Was I right or what.

I think Nurul and Rahimah were very cool. Enjoyed both their performances. Except the part where Nurul suddenly took off the mike, I got quite a shock. Lol.

Both guys that I'm partial towards were greatly praised tonight! YAY. Hady was great, as usual. I didn't quite like it when Florence compared him to Taufik! I mean, I do see the resemblence, but once she said it it's like gna be an endless comparison for him! Poor thing, my hady.

There's something appealing about Jonathan! From the first result show the other time, I've always felt this "thing" for him. Haha. I know many thinks he's very beng looking and so ZOMGZ cheena. BUT HE'S NOT OKAY. I like him. He's so slick and laidback, it's hot. His voice... *swoons. Jonathan Leong's sexy, shut up.

But Hady's sexier lah. :D

I think the guy judges were PMSing today man. Dick Lee's uber hyper while Ken's all bitter and glum. LOL.

Okay, I need to get some sleep now. I told you it was word vomit.