Am sucking a ribena bloodpack now.

anyway, i actually wanted to blog about 2 things:

1. Something about my brother.. but he forbids me to blog about him... it's a pity, coz i even took photographs... sigh.

2. Relationships falling apart when the guy enters uni.


Well, it seems that given the above restrictions, i can only blog about Point No. 2, so here goes.

It all started when about half an hour ago. I logged onto my friendster account, and being the bored and boliao person i currently am, i was randomly viewing profiles when i stumbled upon a startling piece of news about this guy i had a major crush on eons ago. The proclaimed love of his life for the past... three to four years or so, had just been demoted to regular friend status.

I don't really know what happened there, and i'm not particularly interested to find out. But what is more intriguing to me is the trend i'm observing in couples when one half of them enters the U.

So we all know that most girls ditch their NS boyfriends when they enter the U for various reasons. But the tale less told is that of splitups when NS boyfriends are delivered from their desert of testosterone and ushered into a nirvana of swishing skirts and sugarsweet giggles. Already i've witnessed the separation of five to six other couples within 3 months of the guy back to school. Could it be that........ the girls get insecure, leading to hyper-sensitivity, jealousness, oversuspicion, unreasonableness, frequent quarrels, in turn giving the guy the convenient pretext of fatigue to breakup? or that the guy simply transforms into a hormone raging skirt-chaser?

Sometimes, it's scary when you see all this happening, coz you don't know if it'll happen to you one day. It's even worse when he's going to a university a godzillion miles away, living with friends you don't even know. And you think to yourself, can he be trusted that much?

But i guess that's when the art of communication, trust, and faithfulness is absolutely critical.

And i should be so honored that i'll be trained to master this art next september, yes?

hell no, i feel like crap.

don't show it very much, but i do.

i'm scared out of my wits.





i cry but no one sees the tears fall.