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Thursday, October 29, 2009

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'
With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant.
Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream o f having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.
In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.
Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.

Love,

Your Son John

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you.

Call me when it's safe to come home.



Barely scraped through year 1. Ok...I haven't gotten my promotion results yet, but at the least I think I got through the 4H2 class by the skin of my teeth.

Somehow I think I might have become complacent because of my O level results. It's not fantastic, no doubt. But I don't know what has gotten into me. Watching fail test after test, I want to do better, but somehow my body doesn't see through it.

Anyway, new year, new slate.

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Bharath new movie and he's acting like a nerd! He bloody hot is he? Even my mum said he looks better over time. Like red wine!

Know the movie I posted in the last post. There will be this one part in a song where they will 'sing' about how they need a girlfriend and then they use 3D animation to show their dream girl. And then Bharath will "kiss" the animated girl.

Everytime I watch it (like...10 times this week alone) I get ridiculously jealous! Don't know what is happening to me.



Forward to 2:06 to see what I mean.

Omg I want to meet Bharath! And I can tell him all the similarities we have. Hahah
Like: You know hor...Your name and my name's last four letters aqre the same. And I was a dancer too. All the way to P school but I'll conveniently leave it out. :D

A level Mother Tongue exam on Monday. Wish me luck.