Sometimes I wonder if flies do have higher IQ than us, mere humans.

There is this fly that is buzzing around me right now, that simply refuses to die.
It is as if, irritating me gives it divine happiness, and the meaning to life.

I shoved at it a million times for the past 30 minutes, and it just kept coming back,
and as if to taunt me,
flew even closer, that one time,
I thought it was going to land on my nose.

Anyway, I finally lost my cool and humanity and slapped it with my palms.
Thinkin that I had killed it, I opened my hands, and

There it goes again.

Buzzing around me.

So it is under such extreme provocation that I'm blogging right now.
Bear wit me- Oph!Die fly!Why don't u just go away!Leave me alone!!

&*^&%^%$

Feb's bbq last night was unexpectedly enjoyable.

It's like, after Raymond blogged about certain pple in council (me included),
it just drew the line ever clearer,
the segregation.

And all the while, it never once occurred to me to try and do sth to set things right.
I'm just so comfortable in my clique, with the teachers, yeah, bitching abt the others and stuff,
and heck caring the fact that they were bitchin about us.

OK, rather, bitchin abt them bitchin abt us.

It never crossed my mind tt the fault goes both ways.
It's always been "they this this this" "they that that that" so "why must I this this this?"
I guess it all boils down to the fact that I, although seeming to have forgotten it, still remember.

Council just, most of the time, never really strike me as one.
Only during council camp.

I guess it's because of the 1st teacher's day project ba.
I remember the intensity of the unhappiness I went thru.

I cried.

I went home.

I gave up on the project.

It just felt so damn unfair to me to shoulder the workload when I am not even in the adhoc.
I felt that there are so many irresponsible, untrustable pple in the council,
it felt so dangerous to me,
so threatening.

And after that, I just never opened up.
(Well, I've always been a cautious person, anyway)

Eventually, I found some pple whom I felt I cld trust.
(I did trust them, and well, thankfully my choice is right)

ANNNNNNNYYYYYYWAY~~~~~~~ To be on track.

Well, to cut a long story short, I distanced myself away,
and never intended to close the distance,
until I was dragged (kicking and screaming, and foaming in the mouth but!thankfully)
by Jas and netty to feb's.

And I'm glad I went : )
I don't know if one appearance helps,
but anyways I intend to put in effort to make it to the other gatherings as well,
bcos, yeah, well,
as we grow up, I realise that,

Hey! There are alot of worst pple out there!!!!
(Remember shooting that happened near my place?
Hell, the shooting that happened to my aunt's neighbour?)

And if I can find one who is remotely decent, I shd count my lucky stars.
And I've got a whole (ok, maybe not whole :p) council of remotely decent pple!
Yes, I will appreciate them : )

Oh crap.
Did I say I was happy I went?

Damn.
Did I mention the voice that put a spot in that experience?

I was just happy happy eating satay and catchin up with pple,
when suddenly this loud voice of a stranger interrupted.

"EEW GROSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!"

Ok,it was gross.

Fine. I was gross.

But it wasn't intentional!

It just slipped my mind that it wasn't my place,
and it was Feb's bbq,
which wasn't council exclusive.
So I just dipped my satay into the gravy, chatted, bit off part of it,
chatted somemore, then dipped my satay into the gravy again.

Okok!I know, it's damn unhygienic,and I wld have screamed too if someone else did tt.

BUT!!
BUT!!!

I'm also 100% sure that guy who screamed that, was completely knocked-out-drunk.

I don't care, we're even.