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Saturday, September 17, 2005
11:26 PM

Hello again!! I have news!

I'm only flying back next month. Yes, next month. On the 2nd to b exact. I don't knw whether u feel like killing me or leaping for joy, but nonetheless, I WILL B BACK.

The confirmation of my extension was a race between the emotions ecstasy, and disappointment. I'm looking forward to a small fraction of my holiday without my parents, yet I wanna b in good company of my fellow friends and loved ones.

I had this really awful dream just a few nights ago while I was on my road trip down South of the continent. It was a nightmare actually, more than a dream. Dreams're sweet visions coated with sugar and chocolate syrup, but this wasn't that. I dreamt, because of my extension, I lost everyone and everything, back in Singapore, I ever held dear to my heart. My dog, my friends, Sniff, BF. It was an unbelievable portion of pain and shock when it came to losing my bestfriend. Though, it was sort of queer in a way I can't put my finger to.

That wretched nightmare made me question and doubt my credibility to certain friends, but as always, with my will, I tried as quick as I cld to excise the qualm.

Anyway, that was a day or 2 ago. Lets have a little bit on the road trip. =)

7 of us squeezed into a Terago and set off on our journey towards kidney failure, diabetes and obesity. It was a 4 to 5 hour drive to Magaret river and to the little Red House which we rented for a 2 night accomodation. The place was beautiful, a whole lot better than we expected. It was like a home, just uninhabited and for rent to tourists like ourselves.

An outline of the trip. It got us a sweet tooth, a bloated tummy, muscular legs, and really tipsy. Ok, I'll attempt to follow in order. Sweet tooth, because we visited the chocolate factory and a candy factory. Sampled free chocolate, all white, milk, and dark. And soft, slightly melted honey comb, at the candy factory. We were such fans of that we even bought a packet and shared it.

Bloated tummy, because Auntie Mary whipped up a wonderous spread. A feast fit for a King and all his 10000 servants. Of beef, pork, lamb, garlic bread, corn, bacon, lettuce and more. I didn't need to eat for 3 days after that dinner.

Muscular legs, thanks to the thousands of steps that was required of us to overcome in the cave we visited. The winding and inconsistently big flights of steps took much effort and stability. And according to my big wussy[HEHE] brother, it was the first time he sweat since end of summer.

Oooh, and really tipsy, through much alcoholism on all our parts. There were endless pit stops at wineries and vineyards just to taste sips of their most exquisite wines and probably purchase a bottle or 2. But sips accumulated into almost a bottle each. I swear, that was the first time I made my poor kidneys work so hard.

And u might ask, why do I have so much time for such a lengthy update. Well, that's because I'm only 17, and everyone else has gone to Burswood, the casino, leaving pathetic little me at home. Facing the computer, waiting for my brother's girlfriend to finish packing the kitchen before she joins me in watching Cursed.

Since she doesn't seem to b finishing anytime soon, I'll just contribute even more to the entry. =)

A few days back, again, my brother was surfing the net, as he always does, and he was browsing thru the Channel News Asia web page. There was an article on 3 individuals, and mind u, they're of my age, who have been charged for contents they have posted in their blogs. To b exact, racist remarks and opinions. They would each b subjected to a $5000 fine, at the least, or a jail term of quite a period of time which for the life of me I can't remember now, at the most.

So a big red light to all bloggers. A blog may b ur online diary, it may b ur freedom of speech, but still blog with caution, with self censorship, cos ppl are reading. Blog smart. Don't have that it's-my-blog-so-I-can-say-whatever-the-fuck-I-want attitude. It will, someday, leave u in a very sad position.

There may b freedom of speech, but that freedom doesn't apply to after that speech has been made.

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