My first kiss went a little like this...

*muax*

and twist...

*muax*

and twist...




Catchy song. =P

Anyway, we spent the whole week learning about oral health, and a whole lot of other things I can't seem to recall. But the thing I remember second best (first would be.. before choosing a partner, we should look at their teeth) is: There are more bacteria in a guy's mouth as compared to a girl's.

Now I don't know what to make of this information. Kiss girls, not guys? o.O

Yea, that's probably not it. I'm a terrible student.

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On another note, it's been a looong time since someone mentioned me in their blog. Which is why I'm flattered when I saw myself here. Okay, he didn't actually mention me, I just happened to be in the pictures. Haha.

But I don't care how silly this is, I'm still flattered. :P

Plus, it was a good reunion. :)

Never happened.

I was there,
Your sister was there,
Your cousins were there,
Your nieces and nephews were there,
A whole bunch of other people were there,
But where were you?


Dreams are weird. How does one dream of a house they know exists but never been to? Of people they know exist but never met? Of a party they don't... wait, it wasn't a party. I've no idea what it was. Lotsa people, lotsa noise, and then some prayers ( I know rite?), I was being interviewed and scrutinized for some reason.

It was oddly scary.

Dreams are weird. It's your subconscious messing with your conscious mind.

Hello.

Hello, blog. Can't believe it's been 4 months. No, I wasn't dead.



Here's what I've been up to: Avoiding my blog.

As weird as it sounds, it's true. This is a depressing blog. Haha. Yes, I'll admit.

I've always had a problem, bottling things up. And only a couple years ago I started writing, and that helps. A lot. Holding a pen and a diary, I could write over 5 pages a day, just thoughts and feelings. It kept me sane. (yea, diary, not blog)

I think I've had 3 'happy' diaries, and 1 depressing one, which I'm currently afraid to open.

So I stopped writing. See, writing out your thoughts and feelings means digging deep, and indulging in them. And sometimes, you don't want to indulge in those feelings. Like, you don't even want to know it's there.

Wait.

Am I making sense?

No?

I'm blabbering.

Okay, I'll stop. I was trying to avoid writing another depressing entry, but looks like I might be going there again. Haha.

I think KB kinda does that to you, mess with your head.

Okay, enough.

So anyways, I need to change this skin. And the description. And probably the title too. Everything spells depression, I'm tired of it.

I'll get to that soon.


Note to self: Stop procrastinating. Seriously. Stop.