Be my guilty conscience

I used the excuse that the bakery section to get some decent breakfast for Dad. He needs a huge pat on the back and a good breakfast to start the day with, especially when he's dealing with fussy people at work. He needs… more care and concern from us, so I guess I'll start with breakfast.

I did the online application for NUS yesterday night, leaving me a startled person the entire night, even in my dreams. Everything which seemed so hazy and illusionized a few months back is appearing evidently at this point of time. I used to dismiss the hassle of deciding and applying for a uni and course back then, but now even with a clear decision in mind I'm still largely hesistant and slightly undermined my my results. I need someone to talk to.

I'm currently contemplating purchase of another word search book. That's how bored off my pants I am at work. Yes, there were times where I'll be working my silly ass off the entire day, but the adrenaline rush I derive from work is satisfying. You can't possibly leave me alone for the entire day and expect me to entertain myself for 8 hours. That's mad.

Fay must be enjoying her trip to Japan. Her lame joke is still etched in my mind, causing me to go into lapses of oxygen-deficiency trying to hold back my laughter. Aw, we're all going to miss her. Jane, you'd better take care of her fish well if you still want a hostage… Ha.

Judging from the calmness filled with animosity after the incident, it would be natural for him to cut himself off from the outside world. I wouldn't have the guts to say that I understand him, because I don't know him AT ALL, but I know how it feels like to have people tell you to remove the stuff you wrote from your blog for whatever apparent reason there is. I've been blogging for 5 years, and I've had people tell me to clean out my blog of their names, incidents, etc. I WON'T, even if you give me all the hunks in the world. If I decide to put your full name here, you're either someone I have something strongly against or someone I totally worship. But then again, why be so afraid when you've done nothing against your conscience?