//hearing aid: cool - gwen stefani.

i just realised how fucking lucky i am.
met bran a while ago and we sat down at my void deck talking about stuff happening around the world.
he said back in US, brad is getting analed by his very good school (i am smart) about that scandalous charges.
apparently, there's an elite school in america which is boy-dominant and the boys have been raping girl students there for 10 over years.
brad's in the school and he's retained for the sem. no no he didn't do it. just that as a precaution, the whole campus got to be retained.

from the earthquake in india, the bombings in bali, the bird flu in turkey, bran thinks singapore's a fucking lucky piece of island.
[edit] sheltered from the fucks of the earth [/edit]

i couldn't agree more. while people all over the world have to worry about rebuilding a nation and tracking down terrorists, we have to worrying about those bleedin' mozzies.

bran's dad works in the US gov. bran says he comes home with more papers then he had left with in the morning. a few days back when i asked his dad what working for the government was like, he sighed and said "apparently, you don't work for them, you slave for them."

hey but he enjoys the job.

while bran was talking about the world finally come to an end... some houdini theory or something, i was thinking about how fucking lucky i was. i could have been placed in a homeless shelter in the back streets of the bronx or hungry and starving in the outskirts of philippines. i could have been a child that never lived past his 10th birthday or a teen who never got to see her mother.

yet i was placed in a air-conditioned, comfortable, eat-until-overweight, go holiday, dare-to-think-about-tml life and still i complain every single day. i get to go out and know i have money to eat and to spend while somewhere else there's a kid my age wondering if today there's gonna be gruel to feed his dying baby sister.

thank God i'm here. its time to be grateful.

[edit] this is besides the point but i work as a customer service officer and as my last day present, i got attitude from a 15 year old acsi boy.
i know where u live and i noe what your name is.
don't ever EVER talk to a girl like that.
especially someone you never met or know. cos you obviously don't know who u are dealing with.
i had the power to accept u. but guess what. u blew your shit brains out of it.
a piece of advice. if you aspire to be mr. bean or his equal (read: lonely and stupid), carry on soldier. [/edit]

now back to being grateful.