"I was this close to disappearing."

Again,
I've been feeling so sian recently,
I don't even feel like blogging anymore.

Since it's the trend nowadays to shut down your blog,
I should probably do that too.

I think I'm like a slump right now.
And it also seems like I'm always in a bad mood,
So much so that being pissed off is my default mood.
Hence everyone should just assume that I'm feeling rotten,
Unless otherwise specified.

I finally went to pick up my transcript yesterday.
The air quality was pretty bad,
And the sun was shining down mercilessly,
But I still enjoyed the ride to NUS anyway.
Or maybe I just miss having some place to go to everyday.

Then I realized that all my honors year modules,
Were reflected on the transcript as "withdrawals".
Damn it,
They make me look like a quitter!
Even though that's probably the first time in my life,
I gave up on anything.

Well,
What's done is already done.
So I should just concentrate on cooking up some excuse,
For my future employer.

Oh, future employer, where are you anyway?
I'm tired of living on my savings.

Everyone has this impression that I love going to Queensway.
That's not true.
I only go there when I'm on the way home from NUS,
Cos it's kinda on the way,
And parking is free!
I must've been bored out of my mind,
Cos I wasn't thinking when I bought a cheapo shirt,
Which, well, makes me look cheapo.

And I also got cajoled into shelling out for a cap,
But that wasn't too bad a buy,
Cos it looks like a hybrid between a fitted and a mesh cap.
The problem is whether I'll actually wear it.

But since my hair looks like shit now,
The cap might just turn out to be a good investment.

"So, you finished your NS already?"

If there's any question that I really dread,
The above is it.
In the past I always said I'm Malaysian,
But yesterday I decided to go ahead and say yes.

"Oh, but you look really young!"

But I think what the guy wanted to say was,
"Hmmm, must be those certified Pes F."

Anyway the guys in the shop,
Were giving me props for riding with my Nikes.
And I was damn good about it,
Until I reached home and realized,
The cheapo leather Nike uses on my dunks,
Was beginning to tear.

That's it.
I had enough of Nike's rotten-ass quality,
Cos it's not the first encounter of the nasty kind,
I had with them.
I guess I won't be buying anymore kicks for a long, long time.

Alright, time to log off.
I'm going out to get myself the latest issue of GQ.

For the record,
Why hasn't anyone volunteered to intro Daphne Khoo to me?
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