Someone to die for. Someone to fall into when the world comes down.

Is it some weird tradition that usually Malaysian kids can never pick themselves up for a one-on-one date? Speaking from my opinion, i admit i personally dread one-on-one dates. Not that i have an abundance of dating experience under my belt. Probably once or twice ever for me as i can remember since i broke into adolescence. Fear of the loss-of-words, phobia of partner getting bored and the urge of having to be really really self-conscious. Somethings i'd rather pass than go through, truth be told. "Err, a date? Can i call ben along?" :p Dont worry mlia, i'll try not to do it too much. Haha.

Have any of you ss2 dwellers ever thought to yourself that someone somewhere out there should be dedicated enough to splurge a fortune and transform our dearly beloved ss2 into a wonderful paradise? I'm not talking about island cafe, i'm talking about getting rid of savemart and babyland to make way for marks and spencers, or erecting a bowling alley on the rarely used heck-of-space-wasted carpark. At least a bloody futsal court. Then if all goes well, bring in another GSC cinema and replace or merge with the police station or something, then anyone can do ear-squats in front of the public without having to secretly distribute mms clips around. Dont get me wrong, i love ss2, even more so that it has pasar malams selling lok-lok and takoyakis every monday. Better still its within walking distance from where i stay. I'm just suggesting this because it just crossed my mind that if i have trouble going to OU, why not bring another OU back to where home is. Seriously guys, have you all NEVER ever thought of this? Well, i swear i'll screw this idea when i get a car of my own or if some millionaire tycoon like tan sri lim kok wing stumbles across my blog and decides to fund the transformation. Whichever comes first.

Anyway, here's what i thought of today. Thought of as in thought about. Okay wtf. Here's what i thought about today.
1) The transformation of ss2.
2) Evening walk with mlia.

Yeap, only these two. Shocked? I cant even remember why i have a brain.

John just called to inform me that he's going to take a sultry, quiet walk around his park right now to search for frogs. Exactly, frogs, the little hoppy green pimpled ones. Pn padijah delegated the task of getting two frogs for our biology period tommorow to me and john not simply because we had balls to catch frogs but we bloody well volunteered. And now, we cant even find tim kais in pasar malam, let alone tiny miniature ones prancing in the park. With much luck i hope john stumbles across a sole holidaying frog better yet if the frog decides to bring his lover, couldn't be more perfect if mr. frog brought along his sex mates for an orgy. Good luck john, we can always go steal kois from mlia's pond if all else fails. Come to think of it, john and i managed to catch a frog on thursday. With the help of soon teck frantically yelling to the frog in the longkang to run away when john came out of the lab with plastic bags and bryan for picking the little fellow up and into the bag. Ah, these are the only times prefects and problematic students can actually collaborate in harmony. We then brought the frog back to block d to show off, and john kept claiming credit for "catching" the frog when all he did was "ahhh overturn the plastic! faster faster!". I didnt say anything because i didnt do nuts. John was having fun lashing the plastic bag around at girls who came to have a closer look and the poor frog was feeling so traumatic, it had a hard-on, shat, and tried suffocating itself in one of the corners of the bag. Cheng came along as the avid enviromentalist and started preaching about frogs and why they deserve to live and her frantic pleas of the release of mr. frog could be heard following everywhere it went. In the end, we had no choice but to oblige to cheng's lecture about frog's habit of playing dead and becoming stiff. She picked the frog and placed it on the lotus leaf in the block c pond. And it was then i felt the pity. Mr. frog was so scared and in so much shock, it just wouldn't budge. Not one bit. It just stoned on the lotus leaf even thought the leaf started sinking due to its weight, it just stayed there. Some of the 5C students even thought it was a clay figurine. I was thinking to myself : My god, frog play dead until so hardcore wan meh?

After school, sherri came up to me with bad news. Mr. frog never recovered from its trauma and has sunken into the depths of the pond. Laid to rest forever. First time i see something play dead until it really died. Play some more la. Stupid.

Jinny