ello,my name is joshua.i carry an ectoplasmic look during class,my friends call it dao-ness.it's actually called a face.if ur grades sux,then we have alot in common. school:tampenis put on diapers at 2/3/1994 wants: a miracle to happen.good grades(who am kidding)

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today i went out with jinson and tan go cycling. we...cycled to sentosa. one word. IM-FUCKING-BA. i'd get out of bed now and apply the muscle relieve cream to my legs, but i think i left my legs back in sentosa. got up at 9 plus, jinson and tan woke me up when they came to my house. then cycled to clinic to collect my medication, lost my puch containing my wallet and phone otw back. panicked and retraced my steps, rammed into a woman otw. serves her right, blind bitch stoning in the middle of the pavement.

when u see a cyclist rushing at you with a hint of insanity in his eyes, fucking MOVE. anw, two honest to god bangladeshi workers found my pouch and kept them for me. i will try my best not to ever make fun of bangla workers again. although i wanted to racistly comment that i had a harder time finding them then the pouch, but since they are such kind souls that uphold integrity, i didnt tell them that :)

anyway, i shant bore u with the details of the cycling route. we got to sentosa and proceeded to siloso beach, although the lack of chio bu's dampened my spirits alittle. otw back, tan punctured his bicycle's rear tyre. replaced it at the nearest bike shop,but he got pissed off at the kiam pa kia at the shop. my legs cocked up, so tan went home first , me and jinson went home later. homed, bathed and ate hokkien mee at ws. now here blogging about it.

um..one of the reason y i started blogging again is cus i realised my memory's failing me, cant rmb recent stuffs. and they are too important to forget...so yeah.

kay, boring bit's over. um, while i was at ntuc buying chips and pasion fruit tea, i kinda rmbred a question jinson asked me. which was" who are the three ugliest pple u know?" yeah, i shant mention names but two are from tpss and the last frm my pri school. then it got me thinking, how i treated her(yes,the person's a her) and how i would treat her now.

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IN PRIMARY SCHOOL: the chinese teacher asked the routine question of who didnt bring the chinese text book in mandarin. A slightly chubby looking kid, fashioning a thick,mushroom looking hairstyle routinely raised up his hands. " quickly share with someone!" she commanded in a harsh, prominant china accent. Time came to a standstill as the young boy gazed around the classroom. There were many available partners to share with, but he picked one that he would come to regret.

cherrie was a relatively short girl, sprouting pimples and severe acne all over her face, causing her to look slightly disfigured. she had uneven teeth and, but quite a cute smile. her figure was smack in the middle of normal (by socially accepted standereds) and plump. she always wore those white socks pulled up so high they made her look like those NFA players. but, she was a nice girl, always getting insulted instead of insulting others. funny thing was, she always seemed cheerful.

The young boy pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. the class began jeering and someone asked, "sit next to her for what?". and thus began the boy's slow descent to unpopularity. all because he sat with an unpopular girl.

IN SECONDARY SCHOOL: "what the fuck!! phoebe so ugly!", commented some of the students of 4e3. "face like bomb lidat" said one particular boy. as he continued rocketing off snide comments, he was suddenly reminded of this one girl from his primary school. "cher...cherry..cheerie.." he thought to himself, but couldnt remember. As he recalled this girl, he fell silent and stopped making fun of the girl called phoebe. He then realised how much he had changed. a tinge of sadness and guilt nibbled away at his conscience.

THE END

sadly folks, in both cases, i am that boy. only today when jinson reminded me of cherrie,did i clearly see the change in myself. he reminded me also of the sad, sad fact that i used to be a nicer person. insulting others who could'nt fit in so that i could. but thinking about it now, i dont regret insulting phoebe, because if not i would'nt have fit in with this perfect group of friends that i have. i just regret that those people out there didnt get a chance to fit in.

so guys, be nice. dont end up like me, this sad soul who ends up half filled with regret( im not THAT regretful) , guilty of being part of the judgemental crowd who didnt give others a chance to fit in, jus so that he could barely squeeze in. i know people change, but arent they suppposed to change for the better? so what the hell is happening.

trying to convince myself otherwise is like trying to convince urself that u werent the one that wet your bed when you were 8, or looking at the hottest girl in school and telling urself,"its just a crush", or telling urself ur not part of the crowd responsible for global warming. one word describes it all. delusional.

Now, i occasionally try to make ammends, maybe i can get closer to redemption, if i actually need any. donating money, trying to be friendlier, accepting different people into your group of friends so u can make their life less miserable.

so i'll end this post with something to chew on. " if u could, would you be the nice kid and be ostracized from everyone else, or the kid with everyone else making fun of those who couldnt fit in." i know it seems easy to say the former option, but reeeeally think about what you'd have to go through."

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